You die; I die

You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

You die; I die

By Nikhil Parekh

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

About the Author Nikhil Parekh is a Five-time World Record Holder poet with the Limca Book of World Records India (Only 2nd in Official World Rankings to Guinness Book of World Records)for his poetry. These 5 world records held by Parekh with the Limca Book of Records are for:--(1) "Being the 1st Indian Poet to be published/featured in McGill English Dictionary of Rhyme which is the World's No. 1 English Rhyming Dictionary—for his poem: Come Lets Embrace our New Religion" (2) "Being the 1st Indian Poet to have won Poet of the Year Award at the Canadian Federation of Poets which is Canada's National Poetry Body endorsed by Governor General of Canada" (3) "Being the 1st Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth Newsletter for his poem on AIDS which is 'Aids doesn't kill. Your Attitude kills." (4) "Being the 1st Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best poetry e-book" (5) "Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most number of replies from World Leaders and World Organizations". Parekh has composed thousands of poems on several global topics like : God, Peace, Anti Terror, Friendship, Humanity, Environment & Wildlife Conservation, AIDS, Tsunami, Blindness, Spiritual Oneness, Human Rights, Immortal Love, Banning female foeticide etc. Parekh's complete poems, world records, awards, peace projects, poetry books and most recent works can be further browsed at his websites: www.nikhilparekh.org or www.nikhilparekh.com

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About the Poetry Book:

Poems symbolizing the immortality of love and at times its fickleness. Parekh takes the reader through a paradise naturally embellished with the ingredients of eternal romance and its sporadic failures. As they say life and death are two sides of the coin, similarly with every true anecdote of love there also comes fretful divorce—a thing which has been most sensitively described throughout this great collection of poems for the heart. Written and dipped in each ingredient of his passionate blood, Parekh comes out with startling revelations about the truest of love stories and their failures. Each verse has been delicately intertwined with a boundless aspects of relationships, romance, cheating, betrayal and goes on to prove that Immortal Love towers over every shattered heart. A start to finish with some of the most heart-rendering love poems ever, this makes a great collection for ever true lover breathing and desiring to be loved on earth and beyond. This collection of poems aims at perpetually uniting every heart on this Universe in the spirit of Immortal love and friendship. Because these are the two quintessential ingredients to lead life till its last breath. Irrespective of whatever color, faith or religion, it is only the rainbow of love which can transform the ghastliest monsters and perpetrators of humanity into peaceful lovers. Therefore this book inexhaustibly endeavors to speak and preach the language of love even after its last embossed alphabet.

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YOU’RE MY BREATH…

You’re the answer to all my riddles in life; miraculously healing all my traumatized agonies; with the insatiable magic in your voice, You’re the voice that makes me celestially rest; shrugging all my frazzled vagaries into non-existent wisps of oblivion, You’re a mountain of invincible strength that I needed when I disdainfully collapsed; incessantly inspiring me to add vibrant dimensions to every tomorrow that blissfully unfurls, You’re an incredulous magical wand; that metamorphoses all my staggering impossible’s; into the winds of irrefutably blazing triumph, You’re a cloud of innocent angels; that always made me feel I was that euphorically bouncing child once again; even as I treacherously slipped towards the corridors of extinction, You’re a bountiful paradise of newness; triggering me to indefatigably fantasize all brilliant day; and even while embracing the mists of diabolical midnight, You’re an idol of astoundingly philanthropic benevolence; instilling in me the indispensable ingredients of everlasting mankind, You’re a river of perpetual harmony that cascaded past my window; making me wholesomely bask in the stupendous glory of natures mystical endowment, You’re a bow of astronomical courage; relentlessly transpiring me to unflinchingly fight for my ruthlessly incarcerated tribe, You’re a marvelously glistening shore that harbors all impoverished in your compassionate warmth; teaching me to forever salute the immortal religion of humanity, You’re a fountain of divinely peace; bestowing my famished existence; with pearls of royal wisdom and 5

unconquerable unity, You’re a tantalizing seductress dancing in the aisles of untamed desire; compelling me to take an infinite births; as every minute unveiled into delightfully charismatic light, You’re a rainbow of vivaciously versatile diversity; propelling me to intransigently discover and explore; the unfathomably wonderful beauty of this sacrosanct planet, You’re an Omnipotent flame of never-ending hope; enlightening each aspect of my depravingly sinister existence; with the stupendous optimism of your heavenly stride, You’re a magnanimous reflection of poignant empathy; wonderfully pacifying the devastated rebel in my veins; with the benign smile on your majestic lips, You’re an enigmatic tunnel of unbelievable enthrallment; that never lets me exhaust in my conquest for success; fomenting me to plunge every instant; into the valley of unsurpassable adventure, You’re an epitome of beautifully revered sharing; nourishing each element of my lecherously debilitated existence; with the passion in your godly soul, You’re a township that keeps proliferating into newness all the time; massacring even the most inconspicuous trace of rust; frustration; dilapidation; from my penurious life, Over and above all; you’re the girl whom I have not just simply loved; but an Omniscient messiah who was my breath; my body; my blood; every time God had granted me life on this earth…

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FLAMES BETWEEN THEIR HEARTS…

The flames on ground; died a miserable death with the slightest draught of insipid wind, But the flames between their philandering eyes; rose higher than the majestic skies; even in the most tumultuously overwhelming of rain and storm…. The flames on ground; subsided to wisps of absolute nothingness; at even the tiniest insinuation of flood approaching, But the flames between their passionate chests; transcended well beyond the realms of fascinating eternity; even as the unfathomable battalion of satanic demons; tried to kill them… The flames on ground; tried their best to elude the insurmountably overpowering tornado; squealing like new born mice as they heard the brazen leaves rustle the slightest, But the flames between their voluptuous lips; kissed the ultimate crescendos of untamed liberation; even as the entire planet parasitically sucked blood and lecherously manipulated outside… The flames on ground; soon metamorphosed to frigidly wincing embers; unable to bear the onslaught of leaf and clouds, But the flames between their eternal feet; interlocked themselves into an entrenchment of unsurpassable belonging; even as cloudbursts of uncouth diabolism pelted from realms of hell… The flames on ground; shirked disdainfully into their devastated cocoons; as the horde of whistling wolves trampled them indiscriminately, But the flames between their ardent bellies; transformed all lackadaisical dreariness on this earth into bountiful paradise; even as a mountain of treacherous monsters stabbed them ruthlessly on their necks… The flames on ground; vacillated in ungainly confusion; even before the fireball of Sun could silently slip behind the dolorously languid horizons, But the flames between their ravishingly charismatic 7

palms; united for fathomless more births yet to unveil; even as the murderously conventional society tried to exonerate them with their commercial swords…. The flames on ground; incessantly feared of being washed away by the most infedile of froth; although the ocean was a billion kilometers away, But the flames between their seductively alluring cheeks; tantalized perpetually in the aisles of vibrant desire; even as civilizations collapsed outside; like a pack of soggy cards…. The flames on ground; had absolutely no entity of their own; drifting miserably in the direction that the somber wind took them, But the flames between their fervently reverberating bodies; evolved into the most wonderfully enigmatic morning of tomorrow; even as sky disastrously blended with every cranny of earth outside…. And The flames on ground; sometimes sunk well beneath their ghastly corpse; even before they could moderately rise to their one inch height, But the flames between their immortally throbbing heart; proliferated into boundless more streams of royal love; even as the hideously sinister world came to a veritable end; outside….

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A SINGLE HEARTBEAT OF HERS..

A single smile of hers triggered so much magic; that the entire conglomerate of magicians on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single thought of hers perpetuated so much benevolence; that the entire juggernaut of sagacious philosophers on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single wink of hers propelled so much flirtation; that the entire army of tantalizing seductresses on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single tear of hers engendered so much empathy; that the entire conglomerate of pamperdly wailing children; unitedly failed to evoke, A single sound of hers fomented so much melody; that the entire arena of eclectically talented musicians on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single clap of hers produced so much exhilaration; that the entire zoo of boisterous bees rhapsodically buzzing on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single belief of hers spawned so much harmony; that the entire ocean of baselessly unending religion on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single stare of hers evolved so much concentration; that the entire string of pompously lecherous meditators on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single step of hers generated so much enchantment; that the entire whirlpool of fantasizers on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single swish of hers incinerated so much passion; that the entire battalion of tantalizing dancers on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single shadow of hers instilled so much enigma; that the entire compendium of fairy tales on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, 9

A single nod of hers incited so much assurance; that the entire river of promises lingering on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single sketch of hers inspired so much artistry; that the entire flurry of manipulatively greedy artists on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single ingredient of her blood motivated so much life; that the entire jungle of austere antibiotic and balm on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single cheek of hers stimulated so much enthrallment; that the entire blanket of the mystical valley on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single palm of hers radiated so much compassion; that the entire process of contemporarily fast healing on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single soul of hers fulminated so much yearning; that the entire valley of stupendously charismatic gifts on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, A single breath of hers spurred so much tenacity; that the entire fortress of doctors; nurses; patriots; on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke, And a single heartbeat of hers inflamed so much love in my impoverished life; that the entire meadow of countless opulence; wealth; and belonging on this earth; unitedly failed to evoke….

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ALL I WANTED TO DO…

I didn’t want to gruesomely blind you; ripping apart your eyeballs like ninepins from their fabulously elastic sockets, All I wanted to do was share your astonishingly gorgeous sight; immortally become the stupendously grandiloquent jewel of your eyes…. I didn’t want to ruthlessly massacre your lips; pulverizing their pungent softness to infinitesimal bits of morbidly stinking ash, All I wanted to do was share your splendidly rejuvenating smile; immortally become the compassionate wave that enveloped your lips… I didn’t want to assassinate your mind; disintegrating each element of your fantastically fathomless mind; to pathetically thirsty desert sands, All I wanted to do was share your everlasting ocean of fantasy; immortally become the sacrosanct dream that fulminated tirelessly in your glorious brain… I didn’t want to savagely chop your palms; barbarically decimating your fingers to blend with inconspicuous specks of insipid dust, All I wanted to do was share your immaculately philanthropic benevolence; immortally become the destiny lines of your sacrosanct palms… I didn’t want to diabolically steal the blanket of happiness perpetually lingering in your soul; reduce you to a worthlessly ghoulish ghost hovering around the corpse, All I wanted to do was share the exhilarating cheer deluging your senses; immortally become the benign goodness; besieging every contour of your majestic countenance… I didn’t want to slice your tongue; tyrannically pull out each iota of your mouth to coalesce with rotting junkyards outside, All I wanted to do was share the overwhelmingly insatiable euphoria in your sound; immortally become 11

the ingratiatingly captivating melody of your voice… I didn’t want to treacherously maim you; ruthlessly devastate your heavenly feet to countless fragments of cripplingly orphaned coal, All I wanted to do was share the humanitarian tenacity in your legs; immortally become the path of sagacious righteousness; on which your soles forever tread…. I didn’t want to starve you to unprecedented limits; satanically evicting even the most minuscule iota of food from your robustly titillating stomach, All I wanted to do was share the blossoming newness sprouting enchantingly in your belly; immortally become the poignantly crimson blood that cascaded merrily through your veins…. I didn’t want to pugnaciously pluck your rubicund ears; ferociously bludgeon your daintily dangling lobes to squelch them to disastrously baseless pulp, All I wanted to do was share the marvelously tinkling reverberations that enslaved your inherently embellished ears; immortally become the harmoniously blissful voice that you always heard; all day and stringent night… I didn’t want to lethally poison your heart; gruesomely bombard your impeccably pristine chest to capricious puffs of smoke; and horrifically shattered stone, All I wanted to do was share your passionate inferno of romantically seductive desire; immortally become the glorious love; invincibly incarcerated in each of your turbulently royal beats…

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JUST A SINGLE BEAT….

Just a single word you emanated from your divinely mouth; was enough for me to silence all ghastly terrorism on this planet; with winds of ubiquitous solidarity, Just a single step you marched forward with your immaculately tinkling feet; was enough for me to reach each part of the globe where my comrades in inexplicable pain; really needed me, Just a single smile on your perpetually shimmering lips; was enough for me to magically disseminate the spirit of perennial brotherhood; to all quarters of this gigantic Universe besieged with bizarre suffering and pain, Just a single resolution of your innocuously uninhibited mind; was enough for me to unflinchingly win all acrimonious battles; stand as an invincible fortress; in the way invidiously devastating hatred and malice, Just a single wink of your enigmatically angel eyes; was enough for me to pacify each tyrannically frazzled entity on this planet; with the winds of nostalgically romantic flirtation, Just a single effort of your majestically enamoring countenance; was enough for me to propagate the essence of true perseverance; blossoming into the most wonderful fruits of existence; till far and wide, Just a single dream of your panoramically fantastic mind; was enough for me to trigger those enshrouded with ludicrously gloomy darkness; to fantasize beyond the land of mesmerizing paradise, Just a single caress of your ravishingly voluptuous palms; was enough for me to incinerate flames of untamed passion; even in the heart of the frigidly 13

soggy and saddened lake, Just a single whisper diffusing from your tantalizing tongue; was enough for me to magnanimously flood the complexion of this lackadaisically drab planet; with unending enchantment and delightful excitement, Just a single yearning of your holistically vibrant soul; was enough for me to impregnate countless disparagingly staggering lives; with rays of new found optimism and enthralling hope, Just a single ingredient of your poignantly scarlet blood; was enough for me to infiltrate through the irrevocably pathetic wall of discrimination; unite all those with a philanthropic heart; in the religion of humanity, Just a single stare of your bountifully emphatic eyes; was enough for me to rise with formidable conviction; resiliently face the most disastrously lecherous battles of undulating life, Just a single snore that languidly crept from your symbiotic throat; was enough for me to teach all overwhelmingly overworked corporate tycoons; the art of serene relaxation; which was infact the greatest virtue in today’s insurmountably manipulative times, Just a single tear that dribbled intricately down your rubicund cheeks; was enough for me to diffuse the power of blissful empathy; to all those souls who had devastatingly become dumb to all aspects of poignant humankind, Just a single stroke that you sketched on handsome paper; was enough for me to inundate this monotonously drab planet; with incredulously gorgeous charm; and the unconquerable magic of artistry, Just a single orphan you hoisted on your philanthropic shoulders; was enough for me to wholeheartedly embrace my fellow compatriots in shivering agony; celestially melange with all caste; creed; and tribes; alike, Just a single trace of righteousness in your sacrosanct conscience; was enough for me to indefatigably ring the bells of victory; ensure that even the most diminutive bit of condemnable corruption 14

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was replaced by irrefutable honesty, Just a single breath that descended down piquantly from your nostrils; was enough for me to live for a boundless more lifetimes; replenish and bask in the glory of each moment of wonderfully bestowed life, And just a single beat that fulminated euphorically from your immortal heart; was enough for me to bond each viciously shattered soul with the other; see to it that everlasting love prevailed on each cranny of this earth; each time God wanted it to be born again….

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AFTER MEETING HER…

After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my dreams; in the whites of her immaculately sacrosanct eyes; as she glided like a voluptuously euphoric wind; swiping me like a fragrant petal from the complexion of this earth, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my smiles; in the voluptuous contours of her ravishingly rubicund lips; surrendering my impoverished entity wholesomely to her divine senses, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my embarrassment; in the robust pink of her seductively gorgeous cheeks; as I stood awestruck; stupendously fascinated by the glory of her fabulous scent, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my voice; in the realms of her melodiously glorious throat; wholesomely embracing her mesmerizing shadow, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my innocence in her marvelously impeccable eyelashes; blooming in the tantalizing aura that radiated profusely from her skin, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my perceptions in her incredulously fantastic brain; profoundly coalescing with the fountain of excitement that drifted from even the most intricate of her veins, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my strength in her majestically formidable shoulders; which alleviated every fraternity of despicably shivering humanity with indispensable ingredients of philanthropism; in her poignant blood, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my opulence in the magnanimous domains of her benign soul; feeling Omnipotently alive each instant; as I complimented her benevolent stride; step for step, 16

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After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my exhilaration in her enchantingly royal footsteps; as she galloped like a princess through a valley of exuberantly fantastic adventure, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my enigma in her tumultuously throbbing pulse; as she swept like an inscrutably titillating whirlwind; through an entrenchment of ebullient resplendence, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my yearning in her insatiably fervent palms; cuddling her magnetically divine skin till times beyond absolute eternity, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my obsession in her compassionately flaming caress; triggering thunderbolts of unsurpassable desire in my countenance; even in the heart of the drearily impoverished night, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my hunger in the ingratiatingly delectable interiors of her magnificent belly; as she swished like an everlasting seductress; with Omniscient moonlight descending fabulously from blue sky, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my aspirations in the astonishingly animated lines of her palm; as she floated like a wonderful fairy; through the corridors of astronomical solidarity, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my belongings in the unbelievably intriguing melody of her voice; enslaving myself in meek obeisance with the profuse sweetness; that enshrouded her from all sides, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my versatility in her stupendously dexterous fingers; as she articulately molded even the most threadbare of clay into bountiful fields of scintillating paradise, After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my righteousness in her irrefutably godly conscience; as she slained herself an infinite times; only to be reborn yet again as the idol of perpetual truth and mankind, 17

After meeting her; I immortally forgot all my passion in her piquantly passionate blood; melanging each constituent of my persona with the religion of humanity in her magnanimous grace,

And after meeting her; I immortally forgot my reservoir of unending love in her marvelously ecstatic heart; bonding each beat of my penuriously staggering life; with her celestially cascading romance; which had forever become my breath; forever had become mine and only mine….

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SUDDENLY….

Suddenly my lips blossomed into a celestial smile; overshadowing all the bizarre apprehensions that I was confronted with; just few seconds ago, Suddenly my eyes blended with an unfathomable fountain of dreams; relinquish every iota of gruesome blindness that had uncouthly besieged me since years, Suddenly my hair stood up in ecstatic exhilaration; almost uprooting the scalp as they danced the dance of their lives; without a trace of diminutive wind, Suddenly my blood galloped like infinite tornado’s through my veins; massacring all signs of devastating disease that had so irrevocably enveloped each of my senses, Suddenly my palms started to indefatigably clap; rising with the profoundly exuberant breeze; in their perennial desire to kiss the mystical cocoon of glorious clouds, Suddenly my teeth commenced to relentlessly chatter; and my throat sung the most fabulous song of its enslaved life, Suddenly my ears erupted out of their spell of hopeless deafness; compassionately drifted to even the most infinitesimally exotic sound lingering around, Suddenly my stomach reverberated with insatiable pangs of hunger; resolving to remain famished till eternity; even though I consumed the most appetizing morsels of food on this planet, Suddenly my shadow fluttered in ebullient enthrallment; surreally stretching its realms; beyond the land of seductively gyrating fairies, Suddenly my fingers united to write boundless lines of poetry; sketching the fathomlessly mesmerizing contours of the enigmatic gorge; even though they were brutally paralyzed, 19

Suddenly my neck enchantingly wandered in all directions; frantically searching for that slim ray of unparalleled excitement, Suddenly my feet intransigently galloped through the romantically bountiful meadows; diffusing incomprehensible spurts of enthusiastic energy; on every step they tread, Suddenly my cheeks blushed astoundingly to a volatile crimson; inevitably attracting even the most insipid of dead grass blades; in their splendidly rubicund swirl, Suddenly my skin developed countless royal goose-bumps; tantalizingly experiencing and basking in the glory; of magnificently vacillating weather, Suddenly my pulse raced like a star shooting majestically from gregarious sky; even though I sat cross-legged; in the sullen heart of my ghastly corpse, Suddenly my mind fantasized above the corridors of the incredulously extraordinary; perceiving the most mystically grandiloquent forms of this Universe; even when despondently enshrouded with treacherously deadly tumor, Suddenly my soul united with the Omnipresently divine; and I felt that I had attained godly heaven; for fathomless more births of mine, Suddenly I felt my heart throb passionately for all that was philanthropically beautiful on this earth; immortally bonding its beats with the ultimate soul mate of its dreams, And suddenly I fell in love even before I could shrug the dreariness of the previous night; perpetually embracing the beloved who added optimistic dimensions to my impoverished life; more importantly the girl who made me feel alive beyond my destined time….

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I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE WITH YOU…

In devastating despair leading to absolute hell; as well as a river of perpetual happiness, In treacherous malice charring you to raw ash; as well as a cloud burst of bountifully tantalizing rain, In bizarre winds of acrimonious winter; as well as golden sunshine melodiously bestowing from the silver skies, In gruesomely crippling paralysis; as well as robust exhilaration triumphantly galloping towards the corridors of unparalleled success, I will always be there with you O! Beloved; even if it meant blending each element of my countenance; with debilitatingly threadbare soil….

In inexplicable sadness perpetuating doomsday; as well as a celestial reservoir of unflinchingly Herculean strength, In acridly sweltering deserts; as well as oceans of perennial harmony blossoming into a fountain of mesmerizing resplendence, In ghastly blackness enshrouding you from all sides; as well as flamboyantly brilliant light proving a messiah at each step you tread, In moments of lecherously pathetic boredom; as well as profoundly enchanting newness blooming into a festoon of united humankind, I will always be there with you O! Beloved; even if the devil uncouthly blinded my eyes; thoroughly maimed me without respite….

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well as a blanket of magically emollient rose strewn astoundingly in the pristine fields outside, In tragically crippling instants which lamented the bereaved; as well as fresh signs of rhapsodically blessed birth, In ludicrously stone dumb silence; as well as the majestically shimmering island of ultimate paradise, In webs of malicious infidelity breaking your heart; as well as torrential thunderbolts of incredulously vivacious desire, I will always be there with you O! Beloved; even if cold-blooded avalanches of manipulation; brutally pulverized me like an ant; well before my destined time….

In miserably slithering cocoons of defeat; as well as the summit of the handsome mountains towering well above the voluptuous clouds, In rustically nomadic realms of impoverished illiteracy; as well as the royally embellished throne; marvelously epitomizing the Oriental castle, In profusely famished corridors of the vociferously wailing stomach; as well as fathomless platters of gold inundated with the most magnificent jewels on this planet, In corpses of invidiously flagrant betrayal; as well as winds of immortally passionate heartbeats and love, I will always be there by your side O! Beloved; even if every iota of sky blended with black soil; and every tomorrow died even before the previous night could arise…

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DO YOU KNOW ???

Do you know how much I missed you; unrelentingly fantasizing about you all day; and unsurpassable hours even past the lonely winds of midnight ? Do you know how much I cared for you; incorrigibly following you like a shadow; ensuring that even the tiniest of enemy stayed boundless kilometers; away from your heavenly stride ? Do you know how much I wept for you; those instants when you were enshrouded by thunderbolts of inexplicable pain; when devastating fever capsized each ingredient of your crimson blood ? Do you know how much I reminisced your celestial smiles; drowning myself profusely; in the mesmerizing ocean of your melodiously tinkling laughter ? Do you know how much I revered you; considering you the sole saint of my life; the sole philosophy that I uttered every time I had a chance; to be born once again ? Do you know how much I cherished your memories; intransigently basking in the glory of those times when you whispered in my ears; even as the entire planet treacherously fought outside ? Do you know how much I was obsessively mad about you; making you the only princess; taking complete control over my mind; body and wandering soul ? Do you know how much I dreamt about you; perceiving you in the most grandiloquent forms ever existing; wholesomely oblivious to the manipulative vagaries of the vindictive earth; fighting for breath ? Do you know how much I wanted you every moment; insatiably craving for your tantalizing caress; to erupt like a fireball of untamed compassion; well beyond the realms of blue sky ? 23

Do you know how much I prayed for you; relentlessly asking the Creator to grant you even my quota of eternal happiness; before I eventually took celestial reprieve in your Godly feet ? Do you know how much I envied those flirtatiously invidious people talking to you; clobbered myself to almost a ghastly extinction; each time even when the winds blowing away from you; tried to entice you ? Do you know how much I perennially longed to see your face; the first thing when I woke up at the crack of dawn; sleep like a king with its ravishing titillation; all throughout the uncouthly perilous night ? Do you know how much I liked you; irrefutably shirking every opulently pleasurable in this world; just to savor a single moment by your marvelously benign side ? Do you know how much I praised you; indefatigably erupting into a fountain of adoration for your enamoring countenance; each time I heard your name being called outside ? Do you know how much I fought with the diabolically belligerent society; just to make them understand the wonderfully stupendous artist fulminating in each of your veins; the poignant enigma hidden magnificently in your glorious voice ? Do you know how much I admired your majestic sound; enlightening each arena of my despairing life with its pungent cadence; like a slave liberating from his satanic cage ? Do you know how much I was attracted towards you; drifting like an untamed volcano in every direction you swished; massacring my very entity from this planet; even at the most inconspicuous of your command ? Do you know how much I died without you; extinguishing like a frigidly soggy matchstick into wisps of remote oblivion; every time you left me to slither aimlessly on my own ? 24

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Do you know how much I trembled without you; pathetically devastated at every step I tread; sinking infinite feet beneath my grave; as you disappeared like a miraculous mirage from my sight? And do you know how much I loved you; immortally bonding with your everlasting Universe of vibrant beats ever since my first cry of birth; even though you kicked me nonchalantly away; like a speck of dust from your sacrosanct side?

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THE SUN OF LOVE WAS OURS…

The silence was solely hers; inscrutably lingering in her mesmerizing eyes, The charisma was solely hers; uninhibitedly dribbling from each of her compassionately divine senses, The vivaciousness was solely hers; as she bounced like a princess in the aisles of unprecedented yearning and tantalizing desire, The enigma was solely hers; enshrouding each of her intriguingly voluptuous eyelashes; like golden rain pelting down from the skies, But the chapter of eternal romance was ours; as we bonded our palms together; unflinchingly rising to each blissful occasion of life; with our souls perennially entwined….

The glory was solely hers; as she frolicked like a queen of unparalleled hearts through the seductively shimmering meadows of longing, The charm was solely hers; embellishing each cranny of her stupendously majestic skin; with magnificently royal enthrallment, The fragrance was solely hers; as she diffused the irrefutable scent of humanity; on each oligarchic step that she tread, The intrigue was solely hers; as she blossomed into a gorgeously brilliant pearl of sunshine; even in the heart of the murderously treacherous night, But the perpetually unconquerable understanding was ours; immortalizing the essence of everlastingly flaming existence…

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The smile was solely hers; as she titillated every object in tangible and intangible vicinity; with the tinkling melody in her vibrantly harmonious throat, The innovation was solely hers; as she evolved a fabulously fantastic web of mysterious clairvoyance; with the profuse bewilderment in the whites of her impeccable eyes, The beauty was solely hers; when she gyrated like an ultimate seductress under the marvelously innocuous moonlight; as the enamoring majesty of the night took complete control, The fire was solely hers; as the untamed passion in her tumultuously vibrant breath; instilled new life in the most stinkingly dead, But the mountain of invincibly unshaken belonging was ours; as we trespassed intrepidly past; cataclysmically hideous storms and enlightenment; alike….

The honesty was solely hers; as she massacred even the most miserly trace of evil; with the emphatically candid solidarity in her delectable conscience, The tranquillity was solely hers; as she pacified the most traumatically agonized of my nerves; with the Omnipotent melody in her integrally rhapsodic sound, The grace was solely hers; as every contour of her heavenly visage; resonated with the immaculately perfect scent of life, The empathy was solely hers; as she diffused an unsurpassably indefatigable ocean of compassion; embracing all those devastatingly deprived; in the religion of ubiquitous humanity, But the immortal Sun of love was ours; as we bonded insatiably together for infinite more births to come; proliferating countless of our very own kind….

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Each ear on this gigantically colossal Universe; was bonded by the beautifully vespered essence; of ingratiatingly alluring sound, Each nose on this marvelously fantastic Universe; was bonded by a overwhelmingly poignant whirlpool; of enamoringly evoking scent, Each eye on this fathomlessly mystical Universe; was bonded by a fabulously emphatic ocean; of everlasting empathy, Each lip on this astronomically mystical Universe; was bonded by a voluptuously mesmerizing battlefield; of tantalizing smile, Each stomach on this incomprehensibly eclectic Universe; was bonded by insatiably augmenting pangs; of frenziedly ecstatic hunger, Each palm on this fantastically gorgeous Universe; was bonded by an inexplicably vibrant flurry of; profusely poignant destiny lines, Each bone on this invincibly boundless Universe; was bonded by a formidably integral mountain; of incredulously resilient strength, Each skin on this bountifully endowing Universe; was bonded by a enthrallingly ebullient meadow; of vacillatingly glorious color, Each finger on this ravishingly seductive Universe; was bonded by an intransigently amicable platform; of philanthropic friendship, Each mind on this wonderfully serene Universe; was bonded by an unrelentingly rhapsodic blanket; of euphorically flaming fantasy, Each blood on this eternally harmonious Universe; was bonded by the irrefutably ubiquitous religion; of marvelously benign humanity, 28

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Each shadow on this vivaciously resplendent Universe; was bonded by an enchanting spell; of inexorably unending enigma, Each throat on this celestially endowing Universe; was bonded by a blissfully divine wave; of effusively ardent sound, Each lung on this insurmountably sacred Universe; was bonded by an indispensably exuberant cloud; of passionately embracing wind, Each eyelid on this stupendously tingling Universe; was bonded by a unbelievably flirtatious radiance; of innocuous charm and frolic, Each armpit on this unsurpassably intrepid Universe; was bonded by a perseveringly golden avalanche; of seductively sizzling sweat, Each nostril on this compassionately united Universe; was bonded by a fervent cloudburst; of inevitably vital breath, Each conscience on this vociferously blazing Universe; was bonded by an irrevocable whiff; of perpetual righteousness, Each voice on this perennially spawning Universe; was bonded by an exhilarating inferno; of inscrutably eluding enthrallment, And each heart on this astoundingly Godly Universe; was bonded by immortally unconquerable threads; of ecstatically proliferating love….

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How could I ever feel sad; let even the most minuscule iota of gloom linger insidiously near my sensitive senses ? As my life blossomed into a garden of voluptuously fragrant roses; each time I uttered your sacrosanct name…. How could I ever feel deprived; stumble inexplicably in a land of frustration and parasitically venomous malice ? As my life lit up into a billion candles of optimistic hope; each time I glimpsed your perennially charismatic smiles…. How could I ever feel an insane lunatic; deliriously chasing the maniacal tunnel of nothingness; which led into the ghastly graveyard ? As my life became a playground of mesmerizing fun and frolic; each time I heard the passionate pulsations; of your seductively heavenly voice…. How could I ever feel without an entity of my own; staggering ludicrously in the corridors of abominably orphaned dilapidation ? As my life escalated to the most spectacularly compassionate summits kissing the clouds; each time I sighted you trespassing like a silken angel; through the mystical hills…. How could I ever feel rotting in the aisles of devastating stagnation; not reaching a single milestone; even though I galloped a countless steps ? As my life glowed more blazingly than the Omnipotently golden Sun; each time I stared innocuously into the poignantly rhapsodic empathy; engulfing your enchanting eyes…. How could I ever feel that I was disastrously penurious; with hostile rats circulating in my pant pockets; instead of shimmering currency coin ? As my life culminated into richest treasure on this earth alive; each time I kissed you ardently; on your marvelously everlasting lips…. 30

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How could I ever feel that I was gruesomely blind; with even the most feeble rays of light; irrevocably refraining from entering into my lame eyes ? As my life fulminated into a fountain of invincible happiness; each time your gorgeously tantalizing breath; blended wholesomely with mine…. How could I ever feel that I was an uncouth murderer of mankind; inevitably surviving in a world profusely entrenched with manipulative and mortifying cowardice ? As my life bloomed into an apostle of celestial peace; each time I bonded my wayward senses; with the magnanimous benevolence enshrouding each element of your immaculate countenance…. How could I ever feel aimlessly loitering; without a single target accomplished in the destined tenure of my impoverished life ? As my life basked in the glory of unparalleled success; each time I took divine refuge; in the magnetically alluring shadows of your stupendous feet…. And how could I ever feel kicked barbarically by the monotonously conventional society; for apparently no fault of mine; and simply because I stuttered to coalesce with their lecherous spirit ? As my life spawned into the ultimate PARADISE OF LOVE; each time I let the beats of your immortal heart; enslave me for fathomless times….

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TRUST ME…. Trust me; and I’ll sacrifice each iota of my blood; to witness you enchantingly smile, Trust me; and I’ll bring the resplendent festoon of stars down on earth; to enlighten each cranny of your disastrously impoverished life, Trust me; and I’ll blend all the lecherously heinous with raw bits of threadbare soil; alleviate your turbulently estranged life of its bizarre sadness, Trust me; and I’ll stand like an invincibly towering fortress beside your side; would behead my scalp but ensure that not even the most minuscule of enemy; transgressed against your blissful snores, Trust me; and I’ll help you pass all your horrendously cumbersome examinations; propelling you irrefutably to forever emerge a euphoric winner in life, Trust me; and I’ll inundate your dolorously drab life with rhapsodically everlasting fragrance; bring the most captivating of paradise on your divinely toes, Trust me; and I’ll wholeheartedly donate all my riches to your desolate soul; indefatigably carry you upon my shoulders; till you achieved your ultimate mission in life, Trust me; and I’ll be your best friend for infinite more births of yours yet to unveil; would massacre even the most infinitesimal trace of sadness; before it dared to linger near your persona, Trust me; and I’ll ignite untamed cloudbursts of desire in your pathetically dreary existence; enrich each of your dreadfully frightening nightmares; with optimistic rays of light, Trust me; and I’ll pacify each of your demands with every ingredient compassionately inhabiting my scarlet blood; weeping a countless deaths but never letting you cry, 32

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Trust me; and I’ll sequester you from the most mightiest storm and rain; incessantly walking on a blanket of acrimonious thorns; while you danced in realms of misty sky, Trust me; and I’ll flood your every morning with the heavenly aroma of ebullient happiness; preparing for you the most ravishing meals of your choice, Trust me; and I’ll metamorphose each step you tread on into a mesmerizing cloud of tantalizing satin; becoming your emphatically poignant voice; whenever you felt like collapsing on the ground, Trust me; and I’ll save you from the clutches of the manipulatively drudged society; liberate you from the inscrutably crippling repertoire of your fearful apprehensions, Trust me; and I’ll construct a castle for you on every space you cast your impeccable sight; embellish your queenly countenance with the most majestic jewels; strewn on this boundless planet, Trust me; and I’ll perpetually become your beam of unconquerable hope; everytime you felt you were inevitably stepping into a land of; hopelessly debilitating darkness, Trust me; and I’ll solve the most astoundingly baffling enigmas of your life; perennially see to it that you bounced and blossomed into bountiful radiance; and insatiably enamoring charm, Trust me; and I’ll wash all your inadvertently sins with every element of goodness levitating in atmosphere; make you intransigently float in the ocean of seductively gorgeous fantasy, Trust me; and I’ll transform each of your philanthropic aspirations into a veritable reality; maneuvering you safely towards unprecedented richness; even after I relinquished my last breath and died, Trust me O! Beloved; and I’ll find you the ultimate love of your splendidly divine life; even though it forever meant; ruthlessly eliminating mine…. 33

LOVE STORY…. It was a story of untamed passion; which escalated higher than the skies; as they kissed each other till eternity; with the Sun descending down the obsolete horizons, It was a story of astounding enthrallment; as they stared relentlessly at each other; for centuries immemorial, It was a story of wonderfully surreptitious flirtation; as they gallivanted in brazen exhilaration behind the misty hills, It was a story that profoundly tantalized even the most dreariest of leaves; as they enveloped their bodies in whirlpools of seductive caress, It was a story of immaculate innocence; as they blossomed into merrily tinkling laughter; stupendously intrigued as the tiniest of petals bloomed into happiness, It was a story that captivated even the most uncouthly manipulative in its divine swirl; as they unrelentingly fantasized in a mystical entrenchment of their own, It was a story of ravishing titillation; as they gyrated their compassionate bodies; cataclysmically under the radiantly shimmering moon, It was a story of unparalleled enigma; as they wandered inscrutably through the dense forests; their shadows evading the satanic world outside; like the voluptuously rustling tree leaves, It was a story of benevolent sharing; as they stood unflinchingly like an invincible rock; in times of distress and supreme joy; alike, It was a story of insatiable dreaming; as they wandered in the land of gloriously golden paradise; profusely teasing the grass blades with their 34

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mischievous toes; as they walked, It was a story of irrefutable triumph; as they perpetually coalesced their spirits as one; defying the acrimoniously lecherous society, It was a story of inexorably euphoric melody; as they let their voices drift ecstatically; into handsome cocoons of free sky, It was a story of astronomical faith in the divine; as they endeavored their best to alleviate shivering humanity; wholeheartedly embracing their fellow comrades in pain, It was a story of profound companionship; as they uninhibitedly laughed and cried together; emphatically expressing their most inner most feelings of existence, It was a story of spell binding faith; as they wholesomely massacred even the most inconspicuous element of evil; trying to venomously perpetuate into their blissfully charming relationship, It was a story that diffused respect for all philanthropic; as they gorgeously blended their impeccable souls; with all those benign marching in this world, It was a story of inexplicably evoking vacillations; as they emerged undefeated; wading through a sea of unfathomable adversities; that viciously attacked them from all sides, It was a story that sprung into a perennially new beginning every time you thought that it had ended; as they took birth an infinite times; to live for one another; once again, Most importantly; it was a story that bonded two throbbing hearts in an aura of Omnipotent love; it was a story of their gloriously sacrosanct passion that caused even the mightiest in the heavens to bow down at their feet; it was their IMMORTAL LOVE STORY….

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OCEANS OF LOVE…. A handful of salt to impregnate flavor in my lackadaisical food; relish the most tantalizingly exotic meal of my life; for centuries immemorial, A handful of smiles to enlighten the trajectory of my derogatorily sullen lips; punctuate my lugubriously dreary entrenchment of solitude; with triumphantly ebullient cheer, A handful of empathy to marvelously pacify my treacherously disheveled eyes; inundate their regretfully stony whites with unfathomable charisma and voluptuous charm, A handful of muscle to stupendously refurbish my flailing arms; grant them the sparkling tenacity to exuberantly surge forward with profound gusto of life, A handful of pristine water to gorgeously placate my traumatically agonizing throat; bountifully replenish even the most infinitesimal of my senses with the most ingratiating gift of God, A handful of flirtation to mischievously titillate my monotonously beleaguered soul; handsomely mitigate me of my apprehensions in the chapter of monotonously uncouth life, A handful of blood to astoundingly rejuvenate my pathetically diminishing nerves; trigger even the most lividly devastated arenas of my visage; on a voyage of poignantly crimson fire, A handful of cloth to fantastically embellish my disastrously shriveled body; beautifully instill a wave of amiable compassion in each of my devastatingly debilitating senses, A handful of fragrance to divinely mesmerize my penuriously staggering countenance; metamorphose me forever and ever and ever into a cloud of mystically ravishing paradise, A handful of inebriation to magnificently tranquilize my preposterously rambunctious voice; blend my disdainfully wavering spirit with the rhythmic pulsations of the divine, A handful of resilience to add boundless sparks to my abominably defeated stride; majestically instilling in me the ability to confront the most horrendously acrimonious of impediments that came my side, 36

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A handful of mascara to vibrantly illuminate my dismally drooping eyelashes; perpetuating me to erupt into an unrelenting festoon of fantasy and spell bindingly gracious rhyme, A handful of truth to irrefutably bless my salaciously pulverized conscience; Omnisciently flood its woefully fretting and stagnating dormitories with the mantra of symbiotic existence, A handful of artistry to regally stimulate each deliberately indolent nerve of my nimble demeanor; deluge the fathomlessly barren canvas of my life; with the profusely fascinating essence of blissful existence, A handful of playfulness to celestially unfurl my ruthlessly mature and tyrannical senses; unbelievably bring out the princely child ardently clinging to each element of my passionate countenance, A handful of river for me to royally bathe off the remorseful disease from my lambasted skin; perennially reinvigorate the manipulatively besieged conglomerate of my bones to coalesce with the rudiments of my sacred existence, A handful of sensuousness to miraculously engulf each cranny of my vengeful brain; with an unsurpassable reservoir of enthrallingly euphoric and vivacious fantasy, A handful of breath to Omnipotently enshroud my forlornly extinguishing nostrils; invincibly bestow my lungs with the charismatically ecstatic chapters of undefeated life, But unfathomable oceans of love to Omnipresently liberate my heart; perpetually bond its beats with the winds of procreation; togetherness; mankind; pricelessly immortalizing the meaning of my impoverished life….

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FROM THE TOOTHBRUSH OF…. Bristles of pathetically nonchalant lacklusterness; insidiously disseminated from the toothbrush of invidiously ghoulish boredom, Bristles of morbidly lackadaisical remorsefulness; abhorrently diffused from the toothbrush of desolately forlorn decay and stagnation, Bristles of spell bindingly ravishing enchantment; bountifully emanated from the toothbrush of unsurpassably overwhelming beauty, Bristles of abominably despicable salaciousness; gruesomely wafted from the toothbrush of diabolically lecherous manipulation, Bristles of indiscriminately unending bloodshed; gorily sprouted from the toothbrush of spuriously non-existent and uncouthly biased racialism, Bristles of ubiquitously enamoring fascination; exotically flowered from the toothbrush of the resplendently intoxicating and gracious night, Bristles of unconquerably unparalleled optimism; irrefutably blazed from the toothbrush of the Omnipotently flamboyant and golden Sun, Bristles of insatiably supreme majesty; poignantly bloomed from the toothbrush of uninhibitedly regale and timeless benevolence, Bristles of indefatigably fathomless ecstasy; stupendously cropped up from the toothbrush of vibrantly tantalizing and melanging compassion, Bristles of jubilantly sensuous wholeheartedness; incredulously sprang up from the toothbrush of philanthropically embellished and triumphantly scintillating humanity, Bristles of intrepidly exhilarating fearlessness; sparklingly bounced from the toothbrush of irrevocably unshakable and altruistic patriotism, Bristles of seductively enthralling and rhapsodic fantasy; ebulliently fulminated from the toothbrush of tantalizingly reinvigorating paradise, Bristles of insanely preposterous melancholia; savagely diffused from the toothbrush of heinously treacherous and ominously disparaging crime, Bristles of horrendously inclement despair; coldbloodedly culminated from the toothbrush of lugubriously slithering discontentment, Bristles of barbarically penalizing and dreary stress; perilously oozed from 38

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the toothbrush of bizarrely besieging and satanically crippling monotony, Bristles of disastrously impoverished and measly stink; perniciously blasted from the toothbrush of hideously dictatorial and viciously adulterated politics, Bristles of unbelievably debilitating and orphaned poverty; miserably dispersed from the toothbrush of ignominiously castigating and pugnacious prejudice, Bristles of perpetually everlasting prosperity and happiness; incessantly luminated from the toothbrush of celestially ever-pervading life, Bristles of Omnisciently sacred enlightenment; marvelously radiated from the toothbrush of eternally unassailable and regally glorious truth, And Bristles of immortally sacrosanct and unconquerable love; timelessly spawned from the toothbrush of resplendently throbbing and passionately philanthropic heart….

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VICTORY WAS FOREVER MINE…. Even the most disastrously crippled states of my persona; had in them an overwhelming scent of irrefutably sparkling and mesmerizing victory, Even the most disdainfully beleaguered and despairingly blood shot eyes of mine; had in them an incorrigible flavor of unconquerably fascinating and indefatigably everlasting victory, Even the most horrendously grotesque contours of my lambasted face; had in them a fathomless rainbow of vivaciously enchanting and spell bindingly blazing victory, Even the most disparagingly staggering stride of mine; had in it an unsurpassable entrenchment of patriotically unshakable and scintillating victory, Even the most diminutively tyrannized of voices that emanated from my throat; had in them a bountiful cloud of unbelievably supreme and blistering victory, Even the most swelteringly unrelenting sweat that poured incessantly from my armpits; had in it an unfathomable garden of beautifully resplendent and harmonious victory, Even the most despicably bleeding and gruesomely disintegrated nerves of mine; had in them an unsurpassable path of flamboyantly charismatic and ever-pervading victory, Even the most treacherously mutilated and severed lips of mine; had in them a celestial paradise of stupendously smiling and enchanting victory, Even the most drearily wavering shadows of mine; had in them an Omnipotent Sun of impregnably gratifying and majestic victory, Even the most abominably shrunken and whipped teeth of mine; had in them a tenacious fortress of philanthropically benign and indisputable victory, Even the most rustically bohemian and sordidly chapped feet of mine; had in them a flaming inferno of boundless glittering and timeless victory, Even the most wretchedly torn and wholesomely threadbare pockets of 40

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mine; had in them an unassailable carpet of fabulously silken and priceless victory, Even the most preposterously shaggy and insanely thrashed hair of mine; had in them an jubilant castle of euphorically gorgeous and ingratiating victory, Even the most rickety decaying and pulverized bones of mine; had in them a perennial cloudburst of blissfully reinvigorating and timeless victory, Even the most traumatically besieged brain chords of mine; had in them a perpetual heaven of regally symbiotic and sensuously overpowering victory, Even the most rambunctiously unruly and debilitating musings of mine; had in them a ubiquitous sky of unflinchingly uninhibited and gloriously embellished victory, Even the most timid voices of my severely penalized and wailing conscience; had in them an immutable cavern of truthfully succeeding and royal victory, And even the most torturously asphyxiated and acrimoniously beaten of my dwindling breaths; had in them an Omniscient cosmos of ebulliently Godly and unparalleled victory, As wholesomely irrespective of how the murderously conventional society tried to assassinate each iota of my body; wholesomely irrespective of the unprecedented anguish that every pore of my countenance had to singularly undergo; wholesomely irrespective of the curse of ghoulish death that confronted me on every step that I tread for not adhering to the norms of salacious rigidity, I knew I would be always triumphant; and victory would always be the Omnipresent glint of my eyes; the ecstasy of my stride; as I followed none other than the voices of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and ever and ever…..

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RELIVING…. Her bountifully sprouting and vividly tiny lips; made me relive all timeless sweetness that I had ever experienced in the tenure of my penuriously holistic life, Her impeccably glistening and mischievously darting eyes; made me relive all irrefutable innocence that I had ever experienced in the expedition of my timidly wavering life, Her innocuously rubicund and minuscule cheeks; made me relive all heavenly freshness that I had ever experienced in the entrenchment of my nimbly trespassing life, Her poignantly pudgy and silken fingers; made me relive all everlasting compassion that I had ever experienced in the adventure of my tantalizingly vacillating life, Her vivaciously princely and marvelous eyelashes; made me relive all regally unending charisma that I had ever experienced in the path of my celestially persevering life, Her Omnisciently diminutive and fragrant belly; made me relive all gregarious royal softness that I had ever experienced in the undulating terrain of my enchantingly vacillating life, Her irrefutably heavenly and inconspicuously flapping ears; made me relive all unfathomable beauty that I had ever experienced in the fabric of my tirelessly fascinating life, Her resplendently sacred and symbiotic feet; made me relive all Samaritan goodness that I had ever experienced in the travails of my mystically unveiling life, Her insurmountably captivating and invincibly immaculate voice; made me relive all blissfully unending melodies that I had ever experienced in the fountain of my astoundingly dexterous life, Her innocently eclectic and poignant frown; made me relive all ingratiatingly boundless humanity that I had ever experienced in the rainbow of my enigmatically unfurling life, Her divinely synergistic and restlessly exploring neck; made me relive all sparkling righteousness that I had ever experienced in the cauldron of my dramatically unfolding life, Her unconquerably sacrosanct and beautifully radiating 42

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forehead; made me relive all wonderfully enchanting fantasies that I had ever experienced in the palette of my panoramically seductive life, Her infinitesimally non-invasive and profusely philanthropic chest; made me relive all impregnably truthful anecdotes that I had ever experienced in the tunnel of my relentlessly surging life, Her gregariously frosty and satiny tongue; made me relive all affably melanging brotherhood that I had ever experienced in the footsteps of my ebulliently enthralling life, Her piquantly chiseled and snow white nose; made me relive all brazenly flamboyant impetuousness that I had ever experienced in the chords of my blisteringly volatile and high strung life, Her unbelievably soft and rampantly uninhibited hair; made me relive all eternally majestic vibrations that I had ever experienced in the centerspread of my unsurpassably sensitive life, Her unequivocally impeccable and victorious conscience; made me relive all unflinchingly spotless moments that I had ever experienced in the arena of my wonderfully exhilarating life, Her perpetually proliferating and Omnipotent breath; made me relive all ecstatically gratifying embellishment that I had ever experienced in the trajectory of my intricately animated life, And her immortally unassailable and godly heart; made me relive all majestically unbreakable love that I had ever experienced in the tirelessly endeavoring journey of my vibrant life…..

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NO UPDATIONS…. The walls of even the most majestic of castle needed updations from time to time; to replenish their disdainfully grisly surface with coats of vivaciously bountiful paint, The bed of even the most sparklingly celestial river needed updations from time to time; to evict it of manmade adulterations and decaying strands of drifting seaweed, The floors of even the most holistic of abodes needed updations from time to time; stringently scrubbing them of the inevitably abominable carpet of dust sprawled around; extricating the blotches of food and oil that might have inadvertently soiled them, The skins of even the most accomplished of sages needed updations from time to time; harmoniously rejuvenating them with spell bindingly princely water and the balms of fragrantly holistic mother nature, The dogs of even the most aristocratically resplendent pedigree needed updations from time to time; stringently innoculating their fleet footed bodies; with contemporary doses of anti-rabies, The edifices harboring even the most ultra modern amenities needed updations from time to time; blissfully refurbishing their quaint infrastructure with the marvels of astoundingly robotic space age, The lips of even the most robust organism needed updations from time to time; embellishing them with the astoundingly gregarious sweetness of Mother Nature and her bountiful fruits divine, The profiles of even the most impregnably blue chip companies needed updations from time to time; dexterously keeping them in meticulous synergy with the tumultuously vacillating market conditions, The soil of even the most bloomingly fecund of gardens needed updations from time to time; enveloping their trajectory with latest seed and fertilizer; to miraculously optimize their sparkling output, The shoes of even the most fathomlessly rich tycoons needed updations from time to time; replacing their sordidly worn out soles; with fresh linings of tenacious rubber and majestic grace, The hair of even the most blissfully amiable entities needed updations from time to time; symbiotically 44

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abnegating them of horrendously savage outgrowths; harmoniously civilizing them with poignant pints of musk oil, The songs of even the most greatest of musicians needed updations from time to time; vibrantly remixing them with an unfathomable reservoir of passionately pulsating beats; and the rhythm of the enchanting night, The photographs of even the most scintillating dimensions needed updations from time to time; placing them into exotically regale albums to enthrallingly capture the moments of beautifully relishing past, The interiors of even the most stupendously conventional cars needed updations from time to time; refurbishing them with ultra-modern gadgets and silken upholstery; to magnanimously enhance the ebulliently exhilarating drive, The ears of even the most perspicaciously wandering organisms needed updations from time to time; explicitly extricating them of obnoxiously unwanted wax and daily debris; ecstatically adorning them with tantalizing earrings and voluptuous vivacity, The armory of even the most accomplished of doctors needed updations from time to time; jubilantly apprising them of latest technology and miraculously blessing research; to metamorphose all traumatically inexplicable pain into a fountain of everlasting happiness, The shirts of even the most impeccably glorious cotton needed updations from time to time; concisely scrubbing them of disdainful blotches and sweat stains; embodying them with an unfathomable myriad of floral design; to celestially enlighten the complexion of the morbidly dreary night, The nostrils of even the most fearlessly philandering organisms needed updations from time to time; poignantly deluging them with fountains of euphorically revitalizing breath; from all sides, And if there was one thing on this Universe that didn’t need the most minuscule of updation; it was irrefutably the immortally palpitating heart; as its beats continued to perpetually love with the same intensity; even after it had entered its mortal grave…..

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THEIR KISS WAS UNBREAKABLE… Be it the most thunderous of maelstroms; with unrelentingly unstoppable winds swiping past them at truculently tumultuous speeds, Be it the most ominously sinister conglomerate of snakes; viciously tightening their stranglehold upon their impeccably beautiful necks, Be it the most diabolically insane wave of lunatism; that insidiously crept towards their profusely poignant and interlocked entities, Be it the most overpowering of thunderously cacophonic sound; that obnoxiously wanted to drown even the most infinitesimal of sound; in their handsomely celestial vicinity, Be it the most horrendously asphyxiating of stench; lethally poisoning the blissful atmosphere enveloping their compassionately benign senses, Be it the most perilously pernicious of bizarre darkness; abhorrently trying to abnegate their heavenly embrace; from its very formidably unassailable roots, Be it the most unfathomably deep and preposterously treacherous waters; heinously trying to stifle the last iota of their resplendent breath; by satanically drowning them towards the threadbare rock bottom, Be it the most ghoulishly insipid of spirits incessantly hovering around their innocuous persona; vindictively yearning to ruthlessly snap the fangs of their ardently flaming love, Be it the most ferociously cold-blooded lions surreptitiously sauntering by their holistic side; fervently anticipating their opportunity; to salaciously slit their throats into an infinite pieces, Be it the most torrentially intransigent cloudbursts of ballistic lightening; insurmountably desiring to electrocute their timeless souls; into inconspicuously unrecognizable ash, Be it the most hostile superpowers of this boundless unsurpassable Universe; relentlessly raining bombs in indiscriminate tandem; upon their immaculately melanging bodies, Be it the most raunchily bawdy seductresses; sleazily gyrating around their visage’s; venomously enduring their best to drift their spell of intractable 46

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concentration, Be it the most remorsefully morbid fleet of bellicose arrows; darting at devilish velocities towards their impeccably harmonious bodies; to uncouthly stab their divinely sparkling flesh, Be it the most fiercely inclement blanket of thorns; stealthily waiting to bleed them towards an irrefutably ghastly death; the instant they alighted even the most capriciously fleeting sole of their nimble foot, Be it the most lecherously lambasting of conventional society; using every iota of their Herculean strength to disintegrate their romantic sensuousness forever and ever and ever; from the trajectory of this resplendently embellished earth, Be it the most gigantically towering of mountain tips; trying to unsparingly overwhelm every bit of gregariously scintillating empathy between their skins; with raw unprecedented power and impregnably superior force, Be it the most dolorously dwindling dungeons of betrayal; demonically waiting to capsize their eternal friendship; in webs of nonchalantly nondescript nothingness, Be it the most gory chapters of satanic bloodshed and death; blatantly lingering around their seductively enthralling and ebulliently dancing chests, And come what may; even as fathomless landscapes of blue sky mercilessly blended with cocoons of ravishing soil; even as the manipulatively commercial demon abominably overpowered all truth; even as the entire world outside greedily swooned under the scent of currency coil; their kiss grew rose more passionately towards the divine with every unfurling instant; their kiss was immortally unbreakable….

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WORKING WONDERS The exuberantly rustling whirlpools of breeze; worked stupendously miraculous wonders for the drearily morose and lugubriously fretful tree, The torrentially tumbling blankets of ecstatic rain; worked unbelievably miraculous wonders for the hoarsely traumatized landscapes of aridly sweltering land, The bountiful ocean of resplendent scent emanating from the scarlet rose; worked unfathomably miraculous wonders for the remorsefully forlorn atmosphere, The meticulously synchronized tick-tocking of the timeless clock; worked irrevocably miraculous wonders for the invidiously sluggish and laggardly lazing, The ferociously blazing rays of the Omnipotent Sun; worked unprecedentedly miraculous wonders for the disgustingly rotting and perniciously sinister graveyard, The rhythmical jingling of the innocuously shimmering bells; worked astonishingly miraculous wonders for the indefatigably wailing and disconcertingly skittish child, The melodiously everlasting sounds of the royally crested nightingale; worked gloriously miraculously wonders for the manipulatively besieged and bizarrely monotonous corporate buffoon, The entrenchment of celestially immaculate peace; worked timelessly miraculous wonders for the irrefutably pious and unrelentingly meditating saint, The compassionate arms of perpetually amiable friendship; worked spell bindingly miraculous wonders for all those torturously orphaned from the very first cry of vivacious birth, The dexterously crafted canes of poignant red and nimble white; worked incomprehensibly miraculous wonders for the blind men crossing the boisterously rambunctious and foolhardy street, The ravishingly appetizing meals of salubriously gratifying corn; worked unconquerably miraculous wonders for the traumatically impoverished and frantically trembling stomach, The insurmountable titillation of the nubile seductress’s footsteps; worked marvelously miraculous wonders for the man deliberately trying to dig his own corpse and without the most infinitesimal trace of 48

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euphoria for vibrant life, The harmoniously sacrosanct lap of the divinely mother; worked unassailably miraculous wonders for the freshly born and ebulliently frolicking child, The poignantly profuse body of the fragrant photograph; worked impregnably miraculous wonders for the brutally devastated soul; which had nothing but Omnisciently gregarious memories to survive on, The sordidly decaying crevices of the morbidly disappearing gutter; worked sensuously miraculous wonders for mountain of abominably horrific and menacingly stray parasites, The dolorously sullen waters of the ghoulishly stagnating pond; worked bountifully miraculous wonders for the vividly enamoring and iridescently blooming lotus flower, The waves of unflinchingly embellished righteousness; worked triumphantly miraculous wonders for the indiscriminately massacred and salaciously smoldering conscience, The infernos of Omnipresently spawning and charismatic breath; worked ubiquitously miraculous wonders for all those innocent and diabolically whipped; at their very last thresholds of abdicating existence, And the immortally bonding rainbows of unshakable love; worked perpetually miraculous wonders for the salaciously betrayed and a heart throbbing sadly without its pair of priceless beats…

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NEVER EVER BEFORE…. She might be disastrously penurious; treacherously begging with her bizarrely mutilated palms on the solitary streets, But the whites of her impeccably godly eyes; harbored such vibrantly unending compassion for my diminutive persona; that was never ever witnessed on this gigantic earth before…. She might be tyrannically deprived; haplessly slithering on ruthlessly cold ground without even the most inconspicuous stroke of wonderful fortune, But the contours of her magnanimously bountiful lips; harbored such ebullient jubilation for my resiliently advancing footsteps; that was never ever witnessed on this fathomless earth before…. She might be horrendously maimed; gruesomely victimized by unscrupulously torturous elements of the acrimoniously conventional society, But the resplendent festoon of her seductively enamoring eyelashes; harbored such irrefutably unshakable empathy for my wavering soul; that was never ever witnessed on this boundless earth before…. She might be appallingly blinded since the very first cry of her birth; pathetically tip-toeing at every juncture of life; at times horrifically staggering to coalesce with threadbare mud, But the miraculously unflinching chords of her voice; harbored such impregnable conviction for my unconventionally righteous deeds; that was never ever witnessed on this limitless earth before… She might be disdainfully timid; a merely insipid caricature of mercurially minuscule bones; as she sadly stuttered at even the most inconspicuous draught of wind, But the Omnisciently immaculate streams of blood in her body; harbored such affection for even the most evanescent of my shadow; that was never ever witnessed on this gargantuan earth before…. She might be more blacker than abominably sooty charcoal in complexion; with every quarter of the turgidly lambasting society; spitting on her in sardonic nonchalance, 50

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THE HEART AND THE MANNEQUINS…. Mannequins of idiosyncratically insipid nothingness; to relentlessly satiate the minds of all those insanely purposeless and pathetically lunatic, Mannequins of salaciously unending treachery; to insatiably titillate the appetites of all those; uncouthly besieged in the graveyards of bizarrely unforgivable manipulation, Mannequins of sordidly lecherous dust; to intransigently appease the gluttony of all those; lackadaisically slithering in the aisles of nonchalantly debilitating boredom, Mannequins of ludicrously collapsing and frigid matchsticks; to sleazily placate the souls of all those; abhorrently prejudiced in the ruthlessly parasitic shackles of greed, Mannequins of fecklessly worthless and ungainly insomnia; to intractably titillate the eyes of all those; devilishly slandering and massacring; without the most infinitesimal of purpose in vibrant life, Mannequins of cheaply glittering corruption; to surreptitiously trigger the bloodstream’s of all those; tyrannically beheading to catapult to the zenith of baseless power and prosperity, Mannequins of forlornly fretful obsolescence; to incorrigibly pamper the footsteps of all those; deliberating inflicting torturous pain on self and everlasting humanity, Mannequins of satanically decaying blood; to demonishly charm the senses of all those; indiscriminately trampling the trajectory of mother earth; with unsurpassably obnoxious drudgery, Mannequins of blatantly discordant and heinous lies; to dogmatically pump the silhouettes of all those; regretfully incarcerated in whirlwinds of abominably abashing cowardice, Mannequins of egregiously stony silence; to irretrievably pacify the visages of all those; wasting every unfurling moment of their lives; disconcertingly smarting in the gutters of wastrel neglect, Mannequins of diabolically perverted and pugnacious stink; to irrefutably tranquilize the tongues of all those; barbarically wanting to gobble immaculately truthful skin, 52

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Mannequins of savagely lambasting and cacophonic abuse; to truculently please the skins of all those; drifting the spell bindingly fathomless Universe into the corpse of murderously threadbare politics, Mannequins of penalizingly mocking laughter; to irrevocably stimulate the cells of all those; trying to invidiously infiltrate into the web of ingratiatingly celestial peace and unflinching solidarity, Mannequins of traumatically desensitizing death; to disparagingly inebriate the persona’s of all those; wholesomely indifferent to the magnanimously blissful proceedings of this enthralling planet, Mannequins of disastrously impoverished and gory skeletons; to unrelentingly enlighten the bodies of all those; horrifically unbelieving in the chapters of vivaciously mesmerizing existence, Mannequins of inexplicably salacious and unprecedented starvation; to inexorably please the spirits of all those; ghoulishly entangled in webs of insidiousness; without a mind; body or soul, Mannequins of acrimoniously sinister darkness; to indefatigably gratify the ego’s of all those; sinking deeper and deeper into the preposterously ghastly crematorium of hideous crime, Mannequins of lugubriously indolent non-existence; to incessantly cajole the nerves of all those; who cursed even the most bountifully resplendent beauty of God; from their very first cry, But an unassailable garden of love; love and only sensuously timeless love; to perennially immortalize the heartbeats of all those; uninhibitedly wanting to wander in a world of freedom; uninhibitedly wanting to breathe forever in a world of philanthropically unending togetherness….

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I AM ONLY; MY HEART’S SLAVE… I might not earn even an infinitesimal penny in the entire of my lifetime; discordantly wailing on the preposterously penurious streets, I might get ruthlessly kicked at every quarter of the acridly conventional society; for paving an irrefutably sparkling path of my very own, I might disdainfully stumble on every step that I tread; staggering in the aisles of remorseful nothingness as I valiantly followed the path of irrefutably philanthropic righteousness, I might not savor even the most inconspicuous of accolade throughout the tenure of my entire life; being brutally squelched into my grave by the tyrannically thwarted world, Come what may; but I will still keep solely following the inner most tunes of my heart; forever remain a slave of its invincibly mesmerizing and timeless beats; do exactly what it says…… 1….. I might treacherously lose even the most capricious iota of my voice; torturously overpowered by the uncouth globe from all sides, I might get unsparingly maimed for the remainder of my life; as the rampantly marauding devils; snapped the fangs of my existence even before I could emanate my first breath, I might spend every unfurling second of the day in gruesomely morbid darkness; as the parasites of hell invidiously gouged my eyes; for ostensibly no fault of mine, I might find myself incarcerated behind the diabolically sordid prison bars; as all superpowers of the earth incarcerated me for not blending with corridors of spurious ostentation and manipulative malice, Come what may; but I will still keep solely following the inner most tunes of my heart; forever remain a slave of its poignantly seductive and unconquerable beats; do exactly what it says…. 2…. I might pathetically coalesce with ominously threadbare dust for times immemorial; dissipating into an infinite fragments as the planet outside massacred me left; right and sensitive center, 54

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I might disappear forever into realms of nonchalantly lackadaisical oblivion; as elements of the barbarically ostracizing society didn’t tolerate the waves of uninhibited freedom; perpetually enshrouding my soul, I might have to devour savagely coldblooded stones for each of my meals; as the planet preferred to give even the most fetid leftovers of their food; to the dogs in the street instead, I might inadvertently cause anguish to all around me; as they couldn’t bear to see an organism not blending with their barrels of sleazy wine and pompously pretentious cigar smoke, Come what may; but I will still keep solely following the inner most tunes of my heart; forever remain a slave of its triumphantly exhilarating and godly beats; do exactly what it says…. 3…. I might confront boundless wars of gory prejudice; with the entire world outside endeavoring their best to horrifically pulverize even the most non-existent bone of my nimble spine, I might not even get a place to sequester my scalp in the heart of freezing midnight; with every conceivable dwelling on this fathomless earth; scornfully thrusting the door in my solitary face, I might find myself deeper and deeper into my coffin as the minutes unveiled; with even the most intricate of my veins truculently ripped apart by watchdogs of the whipping society, I might waft the last breath of my destined life; with my pockets harboring nothing else but unparalleled love; worthless dust and indescribable poverty, Come what may; but I will still keep solely following the inner most tunes of my heart; forever remain a slave of its tantalizingly fascinating and immortal beats; do exactly what it says….

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LET IMMORTAL LOVE FOREVER STAY…. Let majestically glistening sands forever stay; only in the regally colossal and timelessly sweltering deserts, Let enigmatic whispers forever stay; only in the mystically reverberating and sensuously enchanting forests, Let vivacious rainbows forever stay; only in the center of the fathomlessly resplendent and tantalizingly dazzling sky, Let unblemished innocence forever stay; only in the impeccably divine and exuberant eyes of the righteous child, Let voluptuous seduction forever stay; only in the lap of the marvelously titillating and ravishingly enchanting night, Let embarrassing embellishment forever stay; only in the stupendously enthralling eyelashes of the freshly adorned and nervously nimble bride, Let vibrant boisterousness forever stay; only in the fleet footed visage of the wonderfully frolicking and poignantly delectable squirrel, Let streaks of thunderous lightening forever stay; only in the unfathomably crimson conglomerate of ferociously clashing and rhapsodic clouds, Let whirlpools of fascinating seduction forever stay; only in the charismatically blooming bosom of a gloriously nubile and alluring maiden, Let ingratiating melody forever stay; only in the scarlet crested throat of the magnificently bountiful and everlastingly resplendent nightingale, Let iridescently twinkling stars forever stay; only in the boundlessly silken and astoundingly placating cosmos, Let stupendously enthralling fragrance forever stay; only in the gorgeously blossoming petals; of the harmoniously sprouting and ebullient rose, Let unprecedented euphoria forever stay; only in the beautifully spawning and Omnisciently blessing body of the piquantly salubrious seed, Let blazing immortality forever stay; only in the unflinchingly intrepid chest of the patriotically heroic and selflessly benign soldier, Let philanthropic humanity forever stay; only in the 56

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fabric of eternally replenishing and perpetually melanging mankind, Let celestial equanimity forever stay; only in the winds of serenely endowing and incredulously placating evening, Let innocuous mischief forever stay; only on the inimitable face of the fabulously frolicking and astonishingly dexterous monkey, Let unparalleled Omnipotence forever stay; only in the holistically sacrosanct and impregnable womb of the Godly mother, Let spell binding sensuousness forever stay; only in the magnetic fireballs of uninhibitedly royal and unending passionate breath, And let immortal love forever stay O! Almighty Lord; only in the unassailable beats of the invincibly palpitating and unconquerably ecstatic heart…….

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THE ONLY KISS…. Benign was the rhythm of eternal mankind; Omnipotently diffusing the fragrance of unflinching solidarity; for times immemorial, Melodious was the rhythm of the dainty waterfall; disseminating into an island of unbelievably rhapsodic froth; every unfurling instant of the day, Omniscient was the rhythm of the flamboyantly blistering Sun; filtering a path of vibrant optimism; through the life of even the most derogatorily shivering organism alive, Cacophonic was the rhythm of the discordantly croaking frogs; perniciously infiltrating the blissful atmosphere; with an ominous web of disparagingly dissatisfied sounds, Impoverished was the rhythm of the treacherously coldblooded devils; savagely massacring holistic civilizations; to spuriously satiate their tastebuds with innocuously sacred blood, Ruthless was the rhythm of the unsparingly slicing knife; uncouthly excoriating even the most immaculate of entities; to insidiously gleam well past the heart of devilish midnight, Ingratiating was the rhythm of the stupendously redolent flower; blossoming into a festoon of marvelously exotic scent; every unleashing minute under perennially golden sunshine, Ubiquitous was the rhythm of gloriously altruistic humanity; unassailably bonding every human irrespective of caste; creed or worthless color; in the stream of compassionate sharing; charismatically alike, Phlegmatic was the rhythm of the reticently pot-bellied tortoise; languidly feasting under the profoundly enchanting rays of Sun; blissfully snoozing under its obdurate shell; even in the most horrendously vicious of maelstroms, Rebellious was the rhythm of the brutally incarcerated scorpion; venomously swirling its tail in infinite circles; to whomsoever who dared glimpse its gruesomely tyrannized form, Enigmatic was the rhythm of the flirtatiously dancing spider; interweaving a tale of majestic artistry; 58

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criscrossing through a paradise of boundless silk and sheen, Blazing was the rhythm of the patriotically intrepid soldier; fearlessly embarking upon a mission to relinquish even the very last iota of his breath; for the sake of his magnificently sacrosanct motherland, Garrulous was the rhythm of the indefatigably chattering monkey; rambunctiously perpetuating tranquil carpets of the resplendent forests; with an unfathomable valley of vivacious sounds, Shrewd was the rhythm of the manipulative tycoon; who hideously weaved a trail of artificially sardonic sweetness round all his employees; to eventually extricate the maximum of his bombastic choice, Panoramic was the rhythm of the vividly whistling clouds; euphorically surging forward to jubilantly bask in the glory; of unprecedentedly satiny timelessness, Impeccable was the rhythm of the freshly born child; divinely replenishing even the most sordidly shattered of hearts; with the Omnipresent mantra of vibrantly titillating life, Tantalizing was the rhythm of the chirpily nubile maiden; culminating into a downpour of torrentially everlasting sensuousness; on every nimble step that she sacredly tread, Perpetual was the rhythm of fabulously fecund breath; astoundingly spawning a township of ever-pervading newness; in each cranny of the earth that it magically spread, Irrefutable was the rhythm of unequivocally Godly truth; pioneering a Universe of unending prosperity; in the soul of whomsoever who unflinchingly harbored it, Passionate was the rhythm of the unconquerable thundering heart; fulminating into a sky of amiable togetherness more vociferously; as the day sped into the regally iridescent night, And immortal was the rhythm of symbiotically melanging love; existing as the most priceless flame of life; existing as the only kiss that could invincibly kick death forever away….

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SEARCHING TRUE LOVE…. There were infinite on this boundless Universe; who intransigently searched for fugitive gold; insatiably wanting to replenish even the whites of their eye with the spuriously glittering biscuit, There were infinite on this colossal Universe; who tirelessly searched for tantalizing beauty; tumultuously wanting to embrace every voluptuous vixen on this earth; in their murderously uncouth grip, There were infinite on this gregarious Universe; who relentlessly searched for uninhibited freedom; irrevocably wanting to blend the innermost of their senses with all vivaciously enchanting titillation in the atmosphere, There were infinite on this boundless Universe; who unendingly searched for opulent wine; barbarically wanting to deluge every bit of their disastrously impoverished persona; with the avarice of inebriation all day and night, While my treacherously betrayed heart; perennially searched for true love; unsurpassably wanting to melange every iota of my despairingly dying senses with the magic of heavenly relationship….. 1…. There were infinite on this unconquerable Universe; who incorrigibly searched for bizarre manipulation; insidiously wanting to extract the optimum they could from the earth; in the tenure of their truncated lives, There were infinite on this aristocratic Universe; who dogmatically searched for uncouth crime; salaciously wanting to reach the epitome of unprecedented prosperity; by brutal massacre and beheading tribes, There were infinite on this enamoring Universe; who irretrievably searched for ravishing fragrance; limitlessly wanting to incarcerate every element of stupendous intoxication; impregnably inside their chest, There were infinite on this charismatic Universe; who frantically searched for sleazy entertainment; ethereally wanting to titillate their morbidly withering skin with the reverberations of; gaudily embellished skin, While my forlornly fretting heart; perpetually searched for true love; irrefutably wanting to bond 60

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with the essence of sparkling truth; irrefutably wanting to be the beats of rhythm divine….. 2…. There were infinite on this princely Universe; who unrelentingly searched for mind-boggling enigmas; unequivocally wanting to deluge their ingenious minds into an untamed flurry of rhapsodic activity, There were infinite on this gargantuan Universe; who traumatically searched for negativity; insanely wanting to lambaste all innocuous civilization; with the devil hovering ghoulishly in their soul, There were infinite on this benign Universe; who holistically searched for symbiotic proliferation; vehemently wanting to mate with the partner of their choice; to handsomely bequeath a civilization of ebullient freshness even after their veritable death, There were infinite on this vivacious Universe; who Omnisciently searched for mesmerizing peace; intractably wanting to enshroud every aspect of their truculently traumatic survival; with bountifully benevolent solidarity, While my invidiously thwarted heart; indefatigably searched for true love; miraculously wanting to coalesce with the fabric of eternal goodness; with the spirit of timelessly invincible mankind…. 3…. There were infinite on this synergistic Universe; who ungainly searched for savagely raw power; pruriently wanting to manipulate the lives of countless innocent; with whiplashes of domineeringly threadbare force, There were infinite on this mammoth Universe; who satanically searched for appetizing mutton; uncontrollably wanting to placate their taste buds with palpably bloody meat and immaculate flesh, There were infinite on this Omnipotent Universe; who voluptuously searched for grandiloquent artistry; endlessly wanting to paint the canvas of their existence; with the victoriously gorgeous colors of God’s creation, There were infinite on this unsurpassable Universe; who exhaustively searched for sagacious wisdom; pragmatically wanting to implement all principles of revitalizing life; in each hour of their progressing survival, While my unsparingly whipped heart; humbly searched for true love; unprecedentedly wanting to accept it as the most Omnipresent panacea to lead this; and a countless more spell binding lifetimes…. 61

A SINGLE BEAT…. Just a single smile of her delectably diminutive lips; the heavenly way in which she unveiled those wonderfully impeccable contours, Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all traumatically manipulative agony of this planet; the tyrannically lambasting devil who coldbloodedly corrupted the civilization; left; right and full center…. Just a single wink of her marvelously majestic eyelashes; the immaculately celestial empathy that poignantly reflected from them; all sweltering day and enchanting night, Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all brutally salacious lechery on this boundless planet; the terrorizing web of bizarre manipulation; which truculently asphyxiated from all sides…. Just a single wave of her immaculately waving palms; that ingratiatingly diminutive fist of hers which she effusively punched through euphoric air, Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all morbidly remorseful sadness on this fathomless planet; the diabolically agonizing dungeons of disparaging boredom; which despicably crippled one and all; insidiously alike…. Just a single twinkle of her divinely minuscule feet; the trail of unsurpassably bountiful innocence that she left behind on every step that she holistically tread, Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all pugnaciously menacing massacre on this colossal planet; the savage avalanche of blood that barbarically besieged every element of benign goodness in the world outside….. Just a single nod of her infinitesimally sacrosanct forehead; the vivaciously triumphant festoon of ebullience that she diffused; robustly frolicking her pudgy neck, Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all acrimoniously penalizing treachery on this gigantic planet; the invidious stem of ominously derogatory lies that had embedded its nails profoundly; into the fabric of the spell binding society….. 62

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Just a single blush of her regally charismatic cheeks; the tinge of profusely exuberant scarlet that encapsulated her tiny visage from all sides, Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all dolorously decaying despair on this gargantuan planet; the winds of insanely maniacal solitude that gruesomely proliferated; without the slightest of sagacious consent….. Just a single flap of her magically miraculous ears; the inconspicuously Omnipotent lobes of sparkling freshness that dangled from her face, Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all vindictive staleness on this endless planet; the pathetically slithering corpse of hideously surreptitious avarice and greed…. Just a single breath of her ubiquitously godly nose; the stupendously Omniscient fireball of vibrant life that it generated; with every mercurial puff of air that it symbiotically exhaled, Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all horrendously slandering pain on this unfathomable planet; the riotous abuse of mankind by disdainfully abominable powerhouses of dictatorial greed….. And just a single beat of her Omnipresently unassailable heart; those royally humanitarian reverberations so pricelessly sparkling with timelessly unflinching life, Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all ghoulishly perilous death on this perpetual planet; the graveyard of extinction that inevitably snapped the fangs of blissfully enamoring life….

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LOVE IS… Love is that eternally compassionate fire which never subsides; unrelentingly triggering untamed fireballs of insatiable desire; in every caste; creed; and religion; thunderously alike, Love is that voluptuously silken sky which never ends; torrentially pelting its droplets of divine brotherhood; upon even the most infinitesimally remote cranny of beleaguered earth, Love is that timelessly priceless flower which never withers; ubiquitously wafting its scent of perpetually invincible harmony; to the most fathomless parts of this gigantically mesmerizing planet, Love is that marvelously melodious bird which never plummets; perennially soaring through the clouds of grandiloquently majestic empathy; blessing all those tyrannically deprived; for centuries immemorial, Love is that unassailably towering mountain which never crumbles; intrepidly annihilating even the most minuscule trace of sinister evil; entrenching all those with an impeccable soul in the mists of enchanting symbiosis, Love is that robustly enamoring fruit which never decays; magnificently placating the traumatized agony of the entire earth; with its seeds of celestially unending procreation, Love is that tantalizingly heavenly shadow which never fades; astoundingly weaving a web of spell binding enigma; upon all those brutally asphyxiated with a miserably monotonous and manipulative life, Love is that royally aristocratic feather which never deteriorates; metamorphosing your dreary caricature into one besieged with rhapsodic delight; perennially placing you in clouds above the island of titillating paradise, Love is that impregnably philanthropic fortress which never falls; sequestering all those savagely lambasted in its Omnipotent belly; irrefutably waving the flag of mesmerizing mankind; for infinite more births to unveil, Love is that wonderfully seductive whisper which never vanishes; fabulously instilling in you the beautifully eclectic art of sharing; intransigently teaching you to respect and adore; all impeccably existing living 64

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kind, Love is that Omnisciently royal angel which never wrongs; blissfully bequeathing the carpet of benign goodness; upon all those with a will to tranquilly and synergistically survive, Love is that amicably blossoming light which never extinguishes; perpetuating every dwelling stagnating in horrifically ghastly doom and misery; with the rays of optimistically Omnipotent hope, Love is that resplendently fascinating sparkle which never dulls; candidly portraying to you your innermost self; bestowing the ominously prejudiced parts of your conscience; with the magical rainbow of divine righteousness, Love is that flamboyantly brilliant Sun which never sets; unfathomably blazing a path of radiant courage and everlasting bloom; upon all those disastrously dwindling towards lackadaisical despair, Love is that enchantingly vibrant fantasy which never finishes; abundantly granting all those despicably orphaned an egalitarian right to holistically survive; incinerating a blaze of ardent innovation; even in the heart of the sordidly deadened night, Love is that unshakably patriotic soldier which never staggers; forever glittering like the God’s in the sky in the spirit of proliferating newness; veritably ensuring that life spawned gorgeously; on every advancing footstep, Love is that poignantly crimson blood which never discriminates; blending every single organism across this boundlessly gregarious planet; in the threads of ever pervading humanity, Love is that sensuously passionate breath which never dies; brilliantly evolving the most benevolently formidable of lives; unconquerably ensuring that every immaculate organism bonded with the; Omnipresently divine, And love is that ardently throbbing heart which never stops; immortally uniting all those with a fervent will to live and let live; in an ocean of gratifying togetherness; in a garland of the fragrant divine….

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YOU DIE; I DIE… You sleep; I sleep; as we replenished our dreary bodies with astoundingly rejuvenating sleep; harmoniously together, You eat; I eat; as we consumed ravishing food to magnificently appease the tumultuous pangs of hunger in our famished stomachs; symbiotically together, You paint; I paint; as we sketched the marvelous glory of this mesmerizing planet on the canvas of our impeccable souls; perpetually together, You dance; I dance; as we gyrated our persona uninhibitedly under the resplendently milky moonlight; ecstatically swaying to the beats of the seductive night; eternally together, You smile; I smile; as we rhapsodically rejoiced each moment bequeathed upon us by the Almighty Lord; romantically together, You adventure; I adventure; as we embarked on the most enthusiastically daunting expeditions of our life; embellishing ourselves with all tranquil treasures of Mother Nature; amicably together, You shout; I shout; as we sporadically lost our impeccable equilibrium to the fallacies of the human mind; fought on trivial little things only to find ourselves deeper in love; boisterously together, You cry; I cry; as we commiserated with each other’s agonies; tenaciously confronted each sorrow with our palms intermingled in a fortress of solidarity; understandingly together, You lose; I lose; as we momentarily camouflaged our heads in the cistern of shame; after valiantly endeavoring our best to conquer our goals; synergistically together, You win; I win; as we saluted the deity of Omnipresent Lord in fathomless sky; kissed the soil on ground for being our intransigent inspiration; patriotically together, You flirt; I flirt; as we surreptitiously philandered in the meadows of insatiably untamed desire for times immemorial; mischievously winking as the Sun set behind the horizons; ebulliently together, You gallop; I gallop; as we gushed forward to embrace the winds of intrepid intrigue; mystically unwind ourselves to discover an entrenchment of perpetually flowering beauty; euphorically together, 66

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You sing; I sing; as we melodiously unfurled the chords of our throat to pacify all bereaved humanity and kin; philanthropically together, You fantasize; I fantasize; as we dreamt of infinite vibrantly optimistic tomorrows and blissfully fragrant civilizations; benevolently together, You bleed; I bleed; as we trespassed on the inevitable thorns of inexplicably inscrutable life; unflinchingly together, You speak; I speak; as we emanated the most impregnably glittering voice of humanity alongwith our patriotic comrades; perennially together, You fret; I fret; as we painstakingly crawled through all those lugubriously empty and nonchalant moments of existence; unassailably together, You hear; I hear; as we unfurled the closed wall of our ears to discern every sound in the spellbindingly titillating atmosphere; congenially together, You falter; I falter; as we ludicrously stumbled every now and then upon obdurately cold ground; majestically portraying that we were none other than just humans; gorgeously together, You sweat; I sweat; as we unrelentingly persevered under the austerely golden rays of the midday Sun; harvesting the fruits of our timeless endurance; gregariously together, You freeze; I freeze; as we uncontrollably shivered under the truculently tyrannical fury of brutal maelstroms and snow; fervently waiting for the squall to subside; compassionately together, You joke; I joke; as we triggered unequivocal streams of laughter in all those bereft of a mission and insurmountably gloomy in priceless life; bountifully together, You breathe; I breathe; as we inhaled and exhaled unfathomable carpets of air; pledged in front of the Almighty Creator to exist for an infinite more lifetimes to yet unveil; invincibly together, You love; I love; as we passionately explored every nimbly nubile arena of our countenance’s; radiated the unconquerable essence of timelessly existing as a single spirit; celestially together, And most importantly; You die; I die; as we relinquished our breaths at the very first command from the divine; Omnisciently reminiscing all those sparkling memories when we had lived beautifully entwined with one another; immortally together…. 67

A WORLD OF UNITED EXISTENCE… When I wasn’t looking at her ravishingly tantalizing hair; the vivaciously marvelous strands of silk on her priceless scalp; that royally swayed with the grandiloquent breeze, Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still profusely admired her sacrosanct forehead; the irrefutably indefatigable creases of determination; that euphorically sprawled all over… When I wasn’t looking at her majestically sculptured forehead; the princely way in which it drifted with the enchantingly satiny winds, Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still ecstatically admired her piquantly poignant nose; the stupendous exhilaration that she miraculously generated; with every exotic breath of hers…. When I wasn’t looking at her boisterously pristine nose; the impeccably charming embellishments of bountiful beauty; that it had inherently adorned, Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still unfathomably admired her voluptuously tantalizing lips; the infernos of untamed desire that she triggered; with just a single kiss…. When I wasn’t looking at her incredulously seductive lips; the cloud of relentless fascination that they weaved; on even the most dolorously languid winds of the atmosphere that they caressed, Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still intransigently admired her wonderfully blushing cheeks; the crimson streaks of celestial passion that they transited into; with just a single run my groping fingers…. When I wasn’t looking at her marvelously aristocratic cheeks; the overwhelmingly scarlet tinges of innocence embedded within; that unequivocally made her the most beautiful woman on this Universe, Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still intractably admired her beautifully immaculate neck; the extraordinarily sensuous wave of imagination that enveloped her Omniscient grace; from all sides… When I wasn’t looking at her blissfully ingratiating neck; the magnetically queenly charisma that fabulously wafted; every time she delectably maneuvered it; to the tunes of the ebulliently 68

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cascading rain, Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still uninhibitedly admired her divinely Omnipotent chest; the unflinching thunderbolts of patriotism in her nimble visage; to wholesomely free her murderously besieged motherland….. When I wasn’t looking at her handsomely exotic chest; the oceans of charismatically unending intrigue that overwhelmingly radiated; from her innocently untainted countenance, Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still irrevocably admired her tantalizingly rhetoric belly; as she compassionately gyrated it till times immemorial; under the alluringly pearly beams of resplendent moonlight…. When I wasn’t looking at her unsurpassably titillating belly; the unstoppable sparks of vibrant electricity emanating; that profoundly enlightened even the most the remorseful of morbid graves, Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still incessantly admired her philanthropically heavenly palms; the unprecedented reservoir of gorgeous destiny lines encapsulated inside; that formidably evolved every aspect of my impoverished existence…. When I wasn’t looking at her sagaciously candid palms; the fathomless sea of sparkling humanity; that they altruistically disseminated for centuries immemorial; and every time this earth was born, Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still exuberantly admired her scintillatingly Godly feet; the unshakably glittering path of humanitarian righteousness that they spawned; on every squalid patch of earth they tread…. And when I wasn’t looking at her miraculously ubiquitous feet and any element of her demeanor at all; the astronomical benevolence that diffused magically; in every scented word that she spoke, Every part of my heart; soul; and conscience; still immortally admired her gloriously Omnipresent reflections of unassailable love; her unconquerable fragrance of mankind; that eternally transpired the entire planet; towards a township of endless beauty; towards a world of united existence….

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LIKE THE SACROSANCT HEAVENS… Like a romantically drifting cloud; indefatigably playing hide and seek with the swelteringly simmering Sun, Was her magnificently mischievous and stupendously wandering wink; as she flirted with me in the aisles of untamed desire; behind the majestically moonlit hills….. Like a voluptuously silken angel; descending magically from the island of bountifully wonderful paradise, Was her royally magnificent and ecstatically euphoric stride; as she swished like an ebulliently embellished fairy towards my; mortifyingly impoverished countenance…. Like a melodiously chirping sparrow; boisterously deluging the sullen atmosphere with the sounds of; profusely rhapsodic happiness, Was her sparklingly scintillating and delectable footsteps; as she poignantly galloped with profound empathy in her soul; towards my diminutively impoverished countenance…. Like an innocuous freshly spawned infant; enshrouding every dilapidated cranny of this colossal Universe; with its insatiably jubilant wails, Was her marvelously seductive and ravishingly enthralling smile; as she unfurled the silken cocoon of her lips; uninhibitedly showering her charisma upon my pathetically beleaguered demeanor….. Like an eternally fragrant rose; tantalizingly diffusing its astoundingly ingratiating redolence; to even the most fathomless quarters of this boundless planet, Was her graciously celestial and timelessly priceless sleep; as she unrelentingly fantasized about the mystical aspects of endowing creation and me; in every of her gloriously fantastic dreams…. Like a hive of splendidly golden honey; incessantly oozing the Omnisciently miraculous sweetness of blissful creation, Was her resplendently twinkling and beautiful finger; as she vehemently entwined her palms; for times immemorial and unassailably with mine…. Like torrential cloudbursts of rain pelting enigmatically; from the overwhelmingly handsome carpet of fathomless sky, 70

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Were her spectacularly panoramic and piquantly rubicund cheeks; as she fantastically blushed in the corridors of uncontrollable yearning; ethereally sighting the contours of my; shimmeringly obfuscated shadow…. Like a compassionate fireball of belonging; astronomically augmenting in proportion as each second thunderously zipped by, Was her unfathomably grandiloquent and impeccably harmonious kiss; as she profusely pecked every iota of my; nervously fluttering cheeks…. Like an impregnable fortress of unflinching solidarity; towering tall and aristocratic even against the most ungainly acrimonious of storms, Was her incredulously bestowing and benevolently gratifying embrace; as she intractably clung to my violently throbbing demeanor; more perpetually than a Mother clinging to her new born child…. And like the irrefutably sacrosanct entrenchment of Heaven; radiating for countless more births yet to unveil; with the Omnipotent aura of Almighty Lord, Was her immortally wonderful and gloriously enamoring love; as she perennially bonded every beat of her heart; every philanthropism of her conscience with me; and to be forever mine; mine and only mine…..

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IMPREGNABLY SOAKED… The gorgeously gigantic hills; were profusely soaked with golden fireballs; of melodiously tantalizing Sunlight, The inscrutably mesmerizing forests; were marvelously soaked with an unendingly bountiful flurry; of rhapsodically voluptuous sounds, The fathomless carpets of gregariously silken sky; was ecstatically soaked in an astounding kaleidoscope; of exuberantly twinkling stars, The rambunctiously slithering and vivacious fish; were ebulliently soaked in an undulating ocean of; ravishingly titillating waves and euphoric salt, The endless framework of bones in body; were indispensably soaked in a salubrious river of; exotically scarlet and blissfully bequeathing blood, The aristocratically rubicund pair of royal lips; were celestially soaked in a whirlpool of charismatically exhilarating smiles and enamoring charm, The countless blades of amiably blossoming grass; were profoundly soaked in an Omnipotent cistern of; majestically shimmering and perpetual dewdrops, The enchantingly seductive garden of roses; was piquantly soaked in a exquisitely timeless mist of; overwhelmingly compassionate and divinely scent, The diminutively impoverished palms; were inevitably soaked in an enigmatically inexplicable cloud of; mystically fabulous destiny lines, The uninhibitedly dancing clown; was unsurpassably soaked in a torrentially limitless downpour; of cacophonic comedy and joyously jubilant laughter, The ecstatically frolicking butterfly; was enthusiastically soaked in a fireball of perennially diffusing happiness; and an unfathomable tenacity to vividly soar, The immaculate coat of sparklingly untainted eyes; was insatiably soaked in a compassionate whirlwind of; unequivocally Kingly moisture, The robustly chattering and loquaciously bubbly tongue; was delectably soaked in ingratiatingly frothy oceans of; inherently tranquil saliva, The unflinchingly marching and fearlessly intrepid army; were soaked in an irrefutably immortal entrenchment of; unassailably unshakable patriotism, The magnificently serrated and rustic stemmed tree; 72

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was serenely soaked in an abundantly replenishing waterfall of; congenially sequestering leaves, The incessantly wandering and animatedly sensitive ears; were boundlessly soaked in a eclectically grandiloquent symposium; of eternally drifting sounds, The romantically philandering brain; was endlessly soaked in a tornado of fantastically ardent and gorgeously fulfilling sky of; glittering everlasting fantasies, The twin gallery of vividly vibrant nostrils; were rhetorically soaked in an incomprehensibly fathomless volcano of; piquantly blissful breath, And my tumultuously throbbing and fervent heart; was impregnably soaked in the blessings of your; immortally humanitarian and priceless love….

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COMPANION…. The flamboyantly blazing rays of the marvelously royal Sun; were my passionately piquant companions; for the perseveringly sweltering day, Ravishing beams of mystically resplendent moonlight; were my eternally gratifying companions; for the voluptuously silken night, The tree leaves rustling in spell binding vivaciousness; were my most blissful companions in my times of; disastrously sordid loneliness, Springs of Omnisciently cascading water; were my bountifully quelling companions; when I dreadfully sulked in a whirlpool of abominably horrendous dirt, Pristine shores incessantly rumbling with tantalizingly undulating waves; were my ravishingly tangy companions; in my times of drearily despicable depression, Fathomless carpets of enchantingly grandiloquent skies; were my timelessly invincible companions; in my times of lackadaisically crippling boredom, Hives of melodiously sweet and glitteringly golden honey; were my beautifully enamoring companions; in my times of gruesomely malevolent bitterness, Truculently vibrant tornados of patriotism; were my unflinchingly intrepid companions; in my times of remorsefully morbid stagnation and doleful malice, Innocuously Omnipotent and divinely children; were my unequivocally benign companions; in my times of horrendously manipulative distress, Enigmatically slithering and charismatic snakes; were my enchantingly evoking companions; in my times of maniacally commercial monotonousness, Redolently everlasting and incredulously profuse roses; were my integrally handsome companions; in my times of despairingly staggering melancholy, Whirlwinds of untamed exuberance; were my perpetually bestowing companions; in my times of nonchalantly dwindling towards my gorily sinister corpse, Aristocratically silken and mesmerizing feathers; were my magically symbiotic companions; in my times of irascibly disdainful nervousness, Rhapsodically raining marshmallows of azure clouds; 74

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were my torrentially dynamic companions; in my times of penalizingly sorrowful banishment, Tantalizingly boisterous and fascinating fairies; were my ingratiatingly iridescent companions; in my times of disgustingly orphaned prejudice, Rivers of impeccably glistening milk; were my celestially profound companions; in my times of murderously abhorrent fanaticism, Omnipresently sacrosanct steps of the princely mosque; were my pricelessly ultimate companions; in my times of inexplicably unending and tyrannizing trauma, Fireballs of insatiably untamed breath; were my tumultuously compassionate companions; in my times of dastardly extinguishing into winds of cowardly oblivion, But your immortally impregnable and ebullient heart; was my Omnipotently eternal companion; for each impoverished moment of my present; and countless more optimistically scintillating lifetimes…..

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IMPOSSIBLE TO HIDE…. The way your glorious eyes stared at me; unrelentingly piercing me with their tumultuously electric and untamed fervor, It became irrefutably impossible for me to hide my profusely rubicund lips; as they trembled uncontrollably in euphorically insatiable frenzy; all sweltering and scintillatingly silver night…. The way your miraculous hands caressed me; tirelessly radiating their astoundingly stupendous compassion; frantically wandering with the insurmountably royal ardor of a tantalizing lioness, It became irrefutably impossible for me to hide my overwhelmingly mortified flesh; which had nimbly metamorphosed into a perpetual crimson; with an unsurpassable mountain of goose-bumps enveloping it from all ends…. The way your enamoring ears ardently heard me; maniacally maneuvering every iota of their poignantly intricate chords like a ferociously swirling inferno towards me, It became irrefutably impossible for me to hide my waveringly effusive voice; perennially longing to be magically smooched by the mystical winds of euphoric timelessness….. The way your enchanting toes intransigently tickled me; invincibly straddling their seductive stranglehold over each speck; of my pathetically famished demeanor, It became irrefutably impossible for me to hide my violently throbbing chest; as it drifted like a magnetically romantic wind; towards the marvelously titillating land of bountiful paradise….’ The way your charismatic belly nudged me; ravishingly dancing for centuries unprecedented; in amazing synergy with my frigidly lackluster countenance, It became irrefutably impossible for me to hide my cataclysmically erratic stride; as I fulminated into thunderbolts of never ending desire; under voluptuous rays of the milky moon…. The way your vivacious tongue licked me; incessantly raving like an embellished princess; through even the most infinitesimal hair of my 76

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body, It became irrefutably impossible for me to hide my ecstatically leaping adams apple; as I ebulliently philandered on the waves of fulfilling eternity; for countless more births yet to unveil…. The way your immaculate fingers cuddled me; ingratiatingly tracing my sensuously shrunken contours; to the most incomprehensible levels of spell binding fantasy, It became irrefutably impossible for me to hide my rhapsodically augmenting fountain of mesmerizing blood; as I felt like an unassailably majestic King; seated Omnisciently on the throne of boundless prosperity…. The way your intriguing brain relentlessly fantasized about me; indefatigably perceiving every iota of my demeanor in an unsurpassable repertoire of; vividly resplendent forms, It became irrefutably impossible for me to hide my vibrantly swirling whirlpool of unconquerable happiness; as I felt like the most pricelessly blessed organism alive; uxoriously slaving her dynamically fragrant and opalescent breath…. And the way your immortal breath descended over my penuriously staggering nape; gorgeously devouring every element of my persona; in the profound philanthropism of your gregariously bequeathing soul, It became irrefutably impossible for me to hide my perpetually throbbing heart; as I forever pledged to blend each beat of mine with yours; in every birth I got a chance to take birth as your divine lover; again and again and again….

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BUT NOT WITHOUT ! Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord; vanquishing every part of my body into countless bits of; frigidly threadbare ash, But not without her magically celestial smiles; keeping me immortally happy; even after sadistically ghastly and rotten death…. Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord; pulverizing every holistic bone in my persona; to pathetically insidious and infinitesimal; squelched mosquito curry, But not without her immaculately Omnipotent voice; which insatiably propelled me to fantasize beyond realms of bountifully eternal eternity; even after morbidly remorseful and tyrannical death…. Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord; brutally smashing the poignantly intricate arenas of my countenance; against the chain of satanically blood coated rocks, But not without her ravishingly satiny grace; which made me feel like the most blessedly blissful man alive; even after dolorously vindictive and lecherous death….’ Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord; pugnaciously decimating each iota of my blood and vein; into obsolete wisps of devastated chowder, But not without her ardently silken shadow; which made me gloriously assimilate the fathomless treasures on this radiantly unfathomable Universe; even after abominably abhorrent and viciously battering death….. Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord; heinously deluging even the non-existent parts of my demeanor; with a dungeon of ludicrously crippling darkness, But not without her seductively majestic stride; which made me perennially yearn for languishing in the arms of flaming passion; even after torturously appalling and gory death…. Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord; barbarically exploding my robust body; into unsurpassable corpses of unprecedented suffering, 78

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But not without her gorgeously priceless scent; which made me like an irrefutable prince of ubiquitous philanthropism; even after sardonically penalizing and cursed death…. Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord; lambasting every pore of my skin; with infinite swords of venomously deadly scorpion, But not without her rustically timeless tradition; which made me handsomely cling to my humanitarian rudiments for times immemorial; even after atrociously bitter and debilitating death…. Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord; maliciously blending every bit of my ecstatic jubilation; with inconspicuously perilous ghosts wandering freely in the island of hell, But not without her puffs of vibrantly spell binding breath; which made me feel as if I was reborn a countless times in order to uninhibitedly love; even after disastrously prurient and cold blooded death…. And take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord; snapping the fangs of my precious existence; without the tiniest of insinuation; horrifically donating my flesh thereafter to the unsurpassable fleet of diabolical devils, But not without her unassailably passionate heartbeats; which made me feel perpetually bouncing and wholesomely dedicated to the cause of spawning gregariously new life; even after mockingly mortifying and absolute death….

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MY ROYAL RHYTHM…. Your blissful happiness; was my impregnable bridge to transgress upon for centuries immemorial; even after I had died, Your inexplicable anguish; was my invincibly augmenting revolution; to massacre every trace of malice from the trajectory of this colossal planet, Your mesmerizing smile; was my insurmountable tenacity to trigger brilliant beams of optimistic light; in a tunnel engulfed with macabre darkness, Your philanthropic fragrance; was my incessant source of inspiration to ubiquitously disseminate the essence of mankind; to the most remotest corners of this planet, Your poignant empathy; was my Herculean fortitude to assist my fellow comrades; in moments of deplorably dwindling distress, Your enchanting reflection; was my unprecedented fervor to incarcerate the stupendously alluring beauty of this gigantic universe; within the whites of my eye, Your heavenly footsteps; were my unsurpassable strength to propel forward; exhilaratedly embrace every obstacle in life; until I succeed, Your lecherous defeat; was my overwhelming ardor to extricate the seeds of manipulative diabolism from their very ignominious roots; behead them with the sword of irrefutable righteousness, Your enlightening essence; was my sole tool to dedicate my entire life; profoundly towards nurturing and harboring the gift of perennial love, Your valiant victory; was my astronomical conviction; which didn’t buckle the slightest; even under the most invidiously tumultuous of storm, Your melodious voice; was my overpowering exuberance to exist; even with my visage dreadfully sunken beneath the ghastly corpse, Your discerning senses; were my unconquerable waves of prudence; in sagaciously discriminating between the good and the ominously bad, Your unfathomable innocence; was my everlasting reservoir of strength to survive and bear; amongst an uncouth battalion of blood sucking tangible beings, Your never dying spirit; was my Omnipotent whirlwind to blossom like a magnificently glorious lotus; from a 80

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pile of tragically smoldering ash, Your explicitly candid expressions; were my cloudbursts of daunting audacity; even when hanged like an orphaned pig; on the hideously menacing gallows, Your majestic sweat; was my tunnel of unrelenting endeavor; the insatiable compassion in my eyes; to metamorphose god’s planet once again; into a wonderful paradise, Your impeccable conscience; was my undefeated bonding with love which grew more and more fortified; even as the boundless expanse of sky treacherously blended with mundane earth, Your Omniscient breath; was my sacred chapter of divinely life; unveiling into an incredible myriad of new vistas every minute; making me live an infinite exotic lives; in each desire of mine, And your immortal heart; was my royal rhythm to love; live; embrace; transcend and perpetually reign supreme over every devil that lingered in air; over every bad that dared….

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IF ANYONE TRIED TO STEAL HER I might appear to be a diminutive mosquito; but mind you I could stand taller than the colossal mountain; defend myself against the mightiest of attacks; if anyone tried to hurt her in her blissful way, I might appear to be an inconspicuous blade of creased grass; but mind you I could gain proportions befitting the diabolical dinosaur; if anyone sighted her with licentious desire, I might appear to be an infinitesimally squashed mushroom; but mind you I had the unfathomable capacity to become the entire forest deluged with acerbic thorns; if anyone tried to plot heinously evil behind her immaculate back, I might appear to be a non-existent speck of dirt; but mind you I could rise menacingly and more towering than the blue skies; if anyone tried to perilously barge in while she was celestially asleep, I might appear to be a droplet of blotted gutter water lying dilapidated in a remotely obsolete heap; but mind you I had the tenacity to become more tumultuous than the rampantly swirling oceans; if anyone tried to dangerously ogle at her; even within boundless kilometers of her sacrosanct vicinity, I might appear to be a harmlessly distorted chunk of plain glass being ruthlessly kicked on the desolate streets; but mind you I had the overwhelming capacity to become more mammoth than the impregnable fortress; if anyone tried to pummel her to the ground with his fists, I might appear to be just a disdainfully neglected rusty iron nail; but mind you I could become the entire battlefield inundated with pugnaciously hostile arrows; if anyone tried to vindictively embed his unruly nails into her voluptuously dainty skin, I might appear to be just an insipid follicle of hair waiting miserably on the ground to blend with miserably shivering dust; but mind you I possessed the prowess to metamorphose into all tigers of the jungle; savagely trying to rip apart entities into infinite fragments; if anyone tried to perniciously mess up with her sacred life, I might appear to be a profusely crinkled petal of the flower being blown further and further 82

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every instant with each draught of exuberant wind; but mind you I had the capacity to become the viciously circulating cyclone of the deserts; if anyone tried to forcefully blow his satanic breath down her mesmerizing nape, I might appear to be a torn rag of cloth being mercilessly thrashed every day on the washing floor; but mind you I had the capacity to become a demon with barbarically bloodshot eyes; if anyone tried to hamper her divinely progress; refrain her from boisterously surging forward in life, I might appear to be a shattered shell; seeming to be mystically lost amongst the unsurpassable blanket of sands sprawled on the shores; but mind you I had the capacity to become a belligerent battlefield of crabs; ready to stab lethal amounts of poison with my tentacles; if anyone tried to shout murderously loud into her intricately tinkling ears, I might appear to be an frigidly rotting matchstick without flames; but mind you I had the capacity to become a blazing conflagration soaring astronomically high to blend with the clouds; if anyone tried to surreptitiously aim a bullet at her from behind the sleazy bushes, I might appear to be an invisible blob of miserly paint adhering to the ghost walls; but mind you I had the capacity to become the incomprehensibly long python; raring to pulverize succulent prey into bits of bashed mincemeat; if anyone tried to cast a spell of detrimental voodoo upon her impeccably charismatic grace, I might appear to be staggering wisps of smoke coalescing every unfurling second with open space; but mind you I had the capacity to become the meadow embodied with countless gleaming knives; if anyone tried to touch her without her prior consent, I might appear to be a strand of pathetically broken web; but mind you I had the capacity to become a fathomlessly deep dungeon replete with stinging scorpions; if anyone tried to intentionally trespass her in her irrefutably heavenly path, I might appear to be a dismally flickering beam of frivolous light; disappearing in meek submission after daylight; but mind you I had the capacity to become the entire godown stuffed with venomous gas; ready to explode and char individuals to ethereal ash; if anyone ventured to forcefully invade into her dwelling after midnight, 83

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LIVING DEAD Blind me gruesomely for life; emptying the entire canister of piquant red chili powder into my innocuous eyes, Cut each of my fingers mercilessly; with the hostile pair of cleavers gleaming menacingly beside the kitchen sink, Ridicule me severely in public; ostracizing me for my plethora of misdeeds; stripping me naked in the heart of the city, Break a bulky cluster of rotten eggs on my scalp; giving me dead scorpion stuffed between stale bread; to forcefully munch for breakfast, Snap the brakes of my car deliberately before I left in the morning; so that the automobile plummeted horrendously into the steep valley; eventually exploding and charring me into a cloud of black plumes, Hurl a battalion of abuses at me every night before I drifted into tranquil sleep; addressing me by ghastly names that I had never envisaged in the wildest of my dreams, Spit at me all the saliva loitering freely in your mouth; vomiting on my face all the foul food which you had consumed for lunch last afternoon, Put a slab of pugnacious thorns beneath my head; instead of the fir coated and silken pillow, Give me acid to drink instead of mineral water; uncouthly assassinating the intricate intestines encompassed within my stomach, Completely empty my bank account; spending each penny of my hard earned money on bombastic clothes you cherished and adored, Kick me in my rear like a stray dog wandering on the streets; ordering me to run to the most minuscule of your commands even after midnight, Pummel me brutally in my stomach; banging your fists relentlessly into my chest; just a minute after I was released from the operation room, Slash my writs with your heinous nails; ordering me to speak for you every time you opened your mouth, Pour boiling tea directly on my tender lap; instead of letting it harmoniously cascade into the cup stringently clasped in my hands, Sketch mortifying cartoons of my visage on the walls; displaying them proudly to every visitor who 85

frequented our dwelling, Keep inscrutably smiling at me when I was inundated with work; hiding my importantly indispensable files far away from sight, Scream hysterically in my ears; fomenting them to rip apart in barbaric disarray; puncturing austerely through my sensitive membranes, Corrupt the mind of my child against me with appalling tales; telling him that I was a cold blooded criminal; when infact I was an ordinary sage, Try and strangulate my neck umpteenth number of times in a day; endeavoring your best to extricate the last iota of breath trapped in my lungs, Whip me for indefatigable number of hours with your broomstick; commanding me to walk upside down with my hands clinging to my ears, But please O! beloved, don’t ever leave me and go; for this painful ordeal that I underwent every day was far less than the living dead I would become; if you suddenly left me…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

SINCE THE TIME Since the time I sighted your mesmerizing eyes; their emphatic blackness shimmering incessantly, I have simply forgotten all darkness; become oblivious to the descending of every night. Since the time I sighted your voluptuous lips; the stupendous pink embodied profoundly on their silhouette, I have simply forgotten all color; have become blind to the millions of scarlet rose protruding from soil. Since the time I sighted your cascading hair; the silken sheen majestically glimmering from them in brilliant sunlight, I have simply forgotten all softness; have become embarrassingly unaware of the fluffy robes that draped my persona. Since the time I sighted your intricate nails; the way you scratched them into your skin when agitated, I have simply forgotten all ornaments; have become completely numb to the most poignant of caress and touch. Since the time I sighted your cheeks; the enchanting tinge of crimson circumventing your skin, I have simply forgotten all complexion; become a perfect alien to the blood circulating in my veins. Since the time I sighted your nose; the moist air diffusing from your nostrils mystically enlivening the dead atmosphere, I have simply forgotten all breeze; the very breath that circulated in my lungs; kept me alive. Since the time I sighted your rosy tongue; the incredulously melodious voice that drifted each time you opened your mouth, I have simply forgotten all sound; have become deaf to the most thunderous of voice permeating into my eardrum. Since the time I sighted your palm; the enigmatic lines bifurcating it splendidly to portray your destiny, I have simply forgotten all designs; treat with abhorrent contempt the most marvelous of painting suspended from royal walls of the palace. Since the time I sighted your scintillating earring; 87

the tinkling noise it made each time you gently nodded your head, I have simply forgotten all shine; was wholesomely drowned into the glow it emanated for times immemorial. Since the time I sighted your heart; the way it violently throbbed every time you confronted me, I have simply forgotten all entities on earth; thoroughly lost in the intensity of its beat; the tremors it ignited on each occasion; and the language of my mind it spoke; as I held it near.

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

NOT MADE, BUT UNCONTROLLABLY MAD… Their eyes weren't just MADE for each other; but were uncontrollably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to timelessly disentangle the tantalizing enigmas of life; in each other's affable whites, Their lips weren't just MADE for each other; but were insatiably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to perpetually interlock with each other; and then savor the ultimate sweetness of Omnipotent creation, Their fingers weren't just MADE for each other; but were unceasingly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to unassailably entwine with each other; and then trounce every devil with the power of unshakable compassion, Their palms weren't just MADE for each other; but were unthinkably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to irrevocably print each other's destiny; on the back of their rudimentary hands, Their nape's weren't just MADE for each other; but were unfathomably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to endlessly turn in unison to even the tiniest trace of poignant sensitivity; and then unitedly decipher each intricate strand of time, Their veins weren't just MADE for each other; but were inexhaustibly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to perennially coalesce with each other; and then give birth to one single stream of invincibly humanitarian blood, Their foreheads weren't just MADE for each other; but were intransigently MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to unflinchingly strike each other; and then to drift into a fantasy of unbreakable togetherness for an infinite more lives yet to unveil, Their ears weren't just MADE for each other; but were intractably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to incessantly tingle each other; and then get roused to the absolute hilt of desire; with the most diminutive flutter of breeze, Their feet weren't just MADE for each other; but were incorrigibly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to tread each conceivable step together; and pave of path of celestial yearning wherever they went, Their tongues weren't just MADE for each other; but were unequivocally MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to ardently suckle each other; and then savor the impregnable harmony of existence; for an infinite lifetimes, Their bellies weren't just MADE for each other; but were unstoppably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to undyingly seduce each other; so that the profuse virility of life 89

stayed alive; even in the coffin of death, Their throats weren't just MADE for each other; but were unsurpassably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to mélange into the voice of bounteously undefeated oneness; and then supercede each wail of the hedonistic devil, Their hair weren't just MADE for each other; but were unlimitedly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to rapaciously intermingle with each other; and then rejoice forever in the ravenous hunger to make love, Their skins weren't just MADE for each other; but were unabashedly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to trigger unprecedented euphoria in each other's pores; and then to witness every sensuousness of creation mischievously seeping in, Their shoulders weren't just MADE for each other; but were inconsolably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to hoist every hapless orphan on their united platform; towards the Sun of optimistically blessed light, Their arms weren't just MADE for each other; but were inexorably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to insuperably embrace each other's shivering form; stay like this—most infallible and unperturbed even in the mightiest of storms, Their souls weren't just MADE for each other; but were unendingly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to blissfully overlap each other; even countless centuries after the veritable evaporation of the physical form, Their breaths weren't just MADE for each other; but were untiringly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to undauntedly explore each other's fieriness; and then culminate into the immortally uncurbed volcano's of raw passion,

Their hearts weren't just MADE for each other; but were perpetually MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to bond together and forever and ever and ever into a Heaven of Omnipotent love….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

UNPARALLELED WINNER… Not even when the most majestic palaces on this Universe were copiously laid in the bare of my palms; only to be blown away to infinitesimal dust; to the tiniest of my whims and aristocratic commands, Not even when the most undefeated flamboyant Sun perennially carved a path of infallible victory for me-on every conceivable step that I tread; and even in the heart of murderously wholesome blackness, Not even when the most ravishingly ecstatic clouds in the cosmos knelt in due obeisance at my doorstep; waiting for that single tap of my finger-which'd prompt them to rain or not to thunderously rain, Not even when the most celestially golden dewdrops refrained to be crushed and evaporate; until I had profusely made love and uninhibitedly kissed all of them, Not even when the most invincibly iridescent of stars altruistically became my pillow to sleep; forever transporting an infinite dormitories of my brain into the aisles of unbreakable fantasy and sheer utopia, Not even when the most hideously acrimonious of thorns on this unending Universe—metamorphosed themselves into a carpet of seductive silk beneath my feet; and on each path that I was destined to transgress, Not even when the most boundless gardens of sensuous roses and unabashed flowers; rose towards the highest epitomes in the sky in sheer rhapsody; as I merely exhaled my breath on their dainty stems, Not even when the most jubilantly swaying forests of desire; endlessly showered their flurry of succulent fruit upon my forehead—so that the word 'hunger' never ever crept in the dictionary of my existence, Not even when the most pricelessly inimitable of ornaments cascaded solely upon me and unstoppably from fathomless sky; to make me the richest organism ever to breathe upon the trajectory of planet divine, Not even when the most cadaverously fetid of corpses; became the ultimate elixir of life; as I cast my shadow upon the morbid graveyards for just a single instant, Not even when the most inexhaustibly ticking of time stopped when I said; and then restarted upon my tiniest insinuation from my chamber of unlimitedly eccentric dreams, Not even when the most unassailably vivacious of rainbows; replenished every disastrously frazzled nerve of my impoverished existence; with timeless strokes of enchanting color and unconquerable charm, Not even when the most ferociously undulating and stormy oceans; held each of my advancing footsteps like firm soil; as I ran over their waves to magically rejoice with the cotton wool of voluptuous clouds, Not even when the most unfathomably ghastly devils on this inexhaustible Universe; disdainfully collapsed like a pack of frigid 91

matchsticks at the most invisible of my breath, Not even when the most imperceptible of my caress on fecund soil; gave instantaneous birth to an infinite new sapling of an optimistic tomorrow; insuperably impregnating the atmosphere with pristine and new-found life, Not even when the most coveted honors and awards on this earth were thrown dime a dozen into my lap—kept augmenting all the more as I nonchalantly threw them one by one into the abominable slush pile, Not even when the most dreadfully incarcerating of disease metamorphosed themselves into pure and royal nectar---the moment that they inadvertently entered into my poignant bloodstream, Not even when the entire map—every tangible and intangible nook and cranny of this planet; indefinitely embedded itself into my brain; as I became the world's most fastest and prodigial living computer, But I'd definitely consider myself an unparalleled winner; when irrespective of anything superior happening or not happening to me; true love found its way right into the center of my passionate heart—and then remained there forever and ever and ever---bountifully nourishing and connecting each pulse of my existence directly with the Omnipotent Lord….

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AND THEN I MET HER… I'd encountered countless women who said they were unimaginably tired—that they'd certainly collapse into an abominable heap; even after getting up from a boundless number of hours of celestial rest and revitalizing sleep, I'd encountered countless women who said they were brutally emaciated—that the pangs of hunger would certainly kill them; even after gobbling virtually every succulent delicacy on this fathomless earth, I'd encountered countless women who said they were miserably shy—that they'd certainly swoon infront of the tiniest of mosquito; even after bathing each conceivable pore of their body; mind and soul under the Sun for times immemorial, I'd encountered countless women who said they were egregiously drowning—that they'd most certainly asphyxiate their last breath under water; even after the endless chain of waves had miraculously and flawlessly transported her to the safe shores, I'd encountered countless women who said they were sinful untouchables—that their religion would never enable them to mélange with the rest of the planet; even after the Lord had himself descended before them and told them that all religions on this earth are equal and one, I'd encountered countless women who said they were abysmally purposeless—that their life would just evaporate into nothingness as it came; even after each royal stroke of destiny unveiled an infinite vistas of newness and opportunity infront of them, I'd encountered countless women who said they were dismally directionless—that their existence was like the hackneyed pauper till their grave; even after the Omnipotent light paved a way clearer than their soul on every step they dared tread, I'd encountered countless women who said they were flagrantly scorched—that their throats would certainly turn to charcoal of thirst; even after merrily guzzling down-infinite a can of fruit beer; wine and spring water on the trajectory of this earth, I'd encountered countless women who said they were inexplicably thwarted—that their life would end this very instant of depression; even after every tangible and intangible happiness of existence was copiously fed to them in a golden spoon each minute, I'd encountered countless women who said they were agonizingly suffocating—that they'd almost forgotten the scent of fresh air; even after inexhaustibly floating in the clouds of desire-where there blew nothing else but the unstoppable wind of euphoric life, I'd encountered countless women who said they were deplorably 93

incomplete—that they'd dolefully look forward now only to the next birth; even after being blessed with an immaculate husband; children and an unendingly boisterous jugglery of kin, I'd encountered countless women who said they were hideously exploited—that their livid bodies would now never fetch heaven; even after being worshipped as nothing else but—daughter; wife; mother; aunt and all the conceivable sacred relations that the planet was bound to, I'd encountered countless women who said they were ignominiously ugly—that they always sequestered their maudlin grotesque face under the cloak to weep; even after ecstatically winning the ultimate glory crown of "Miss Universe" for every successive year, I'd encountered countless women who said they were tawdrily second hand—that they wanted to commit suicide rather than being the consolation prizes of their husbands; even after wantonly philandering themselves with every handsome on the globe—whilst their husbands just stared and tolerated in humble submission, I'd encountered countless women who said they were unfinished wombs—that they unrelentingly cried to seek the blessings of the Creator; even after giving birth to so many a beautiful and bountiful baby girl child, I'd encountered countless women who said they were irretrievably blind—that they saw nothing else but devilish darkness capsizing their innocence every instant; even after astoundingly differentiating the nth shade of their choice-for the fabric they planned to adorn on top of their skimpy outfit, I'd encountered countless women who said they were mercilessly abandoned—that they'd been left amidst a pack of savage wolves to find their non-existent way; even after haughtily ordering a countless of their slaves to lick their floors and walls clean of the last speck of grime, I'd encountered countless women who said they had abruptly ended—that they'd never ever been given a second chance by the chapters of acridly harsh life; even after an infinite heavens of glorious newness had opened at each bit of goodness that they did, And then I met her—who gave up on everything even before anything opportune could happen to her; even before the tiniest insinuation of happiness could bless her; even before the mantra of goodness and miracle could try and help her; even before she could alight a single foot to try and test her true worth on this Omniscient soil…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

THE GREATEST SHOCK OF MY LIFE… When I brought her a blissfully bedazzling star; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire fathomless cosmos; perennially studded with a countless amiable stars, When I brought her a beautifully serene leaf; she instantaneously demanded from me entire gigantic tree; ravishingly swaying with a countless enchantingly enigmatic leaves, When I brought her an ingratiating pinch of rain-soaked mud; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire boundless earth; bountifully blessed with countless fields of sensuously virile mud, When I brought her an unbelievably rejuvenating droplet of froth; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire unceasing ocean; ecstatically undulating with a countless droplets of poignant froth, When I brought her a profusely exhilarated epitome of the hillock; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire unfathomable Everest; impregnably fortified with a countless inimitable hillocks and unconquerable epitomes, When I brought her a priceless note of soothing melody; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire ubiquitous atmosphere; burgeoning every royal instant with countless waves of stupendously ameliorating music, When I brought her a profoundly original sketch; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire affable landscape; inherently curled with a countless Omnipotent sketches of mother nature divine, When I brought her an unflinchingly golden ray of light; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire Omnipresent Sun; permeating every ounce of the lugubrious earth with countless rays of optimism; hope and shine, When I brought her a whisper of undefeated sensuality; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire voluptuous night; vividly enriched with a countless flavors and shapes of enthralling sensuality, When I brought her a granule of insuperably glistening sand; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire majestic desert; magically sizzling every sorrow under the blistering Sun; and with a countless granules of inscrutable sand, When I brought her a spell-bindingly romantic poem; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire timeless nature; from which sprouted a countless lines of heavenly poetry-every unfurling instant of the day and magnetic night, When I brought her a compassionately perpetual beat; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire wondrous heart; indefatigably throbbing to the pulse of a countless bonding beats, When I brought her a puff of jubilantly thunderous cloud; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire undefeated sky; 95

bounteously laden with a countless puffs of miraculously enamoring clouds, When I brought her an impeccably frozen cubicle; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire pristine avalanche; adroitly intertwined with a countless frozen cubicles of intrepidly thrilling ice, When I brought a tranquilly fantasizing dewdrop; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire untamed grassland; rejoicing in the true spirit of life at the crack of midnight; and with a countless rivulets of golden dew, When I brought her a bewitchingly scarlet petal of rose; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire everlasting garden; where there swished a countless ebullient rose-breathless in anticipation of every stroke of the invincibly virile breeze, When I brought her an immaculately unparalleled pearl; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire silken moon; perennially enlightening every ounce of perilous blackness with countless pearls of milky light, When I brought her a triumphantly scintillating crown; she instantaneously demanded from me the entire infallible kingdom; the complete queenly control over countless ordinary lives and crowns, Thus, thoroughly familiar with her insatiably greedy mentality—I in advance brought her the entire love on this endlessly fructifying Universe-- but this time I got the greatest shock of my life—as she instantaneously demanded from me only mine--- and forever and ever and ever; only mine…

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24 X 7 X 365 Neither and only when the most astoundingly vivacious of rainbow engulfed each bit of voluptuous sky; with the handsome Sun peeping occasionally to compassionately warm the atmosphere, Neither and only when the most miraculously mellifluous of nightingale; perpetuated every ingredient of sensuous air; with a tune that immortalized the spirit of a royally united existence, Neither and only when the most resplendently beaming stars twinkled to their full might; illuminating the fabric of the frigidly dreary night; with the rays of Omnipresent happiness, Neither and only when the most effulgently bounteous roses; mischievously bloomed under the first rays of the Sun; mesmerizing countless an impoverished nostril on this earth with their scent of insuperable togetherness, Neither and only when the most poignantly intrepid waves of the ocean majestically clashed against the enigmatic rocks; dissipated into such a froth which reinvigorated life back in each corpse stifled in the morose graveyard, Neither and only when the most seductively gregarious of leaves uninhibitedly swished in every conceivable direction; to evolve a whole new unconquerable civilization; of just breeze; breeze and exuberantly blessing breeze, Neither and only when the most unabashedly inimitable globules of rain cascaded from the belly of sky; celestially mollifying the agonizing cry of every obliviously thwarted molecule lying limp on cracked soil, Neither and only when the most inexplicably amorous forests; indefatigably rustled to their heart's content; tickling the carpet of golden dew strewn all around till unassailable eternity, Neither and only when the most perennially affable clouds formed an invincible cocoon in bald patches of sky; stretching every cognizable horizon of the impoverished brain; to beyond the realms of spell-binding utopia, Neither and only when the most untamed streaks of white lightening blended with mundane soil; magnificently fomenting each deadened pore of the skin to stand up in electric alacrity; towards the furthermost point in the heavens, Neither and only when the most philanthropic streams of blood floated on the boundless Universe; when each religion; caste; creed; sect and tribe; forever melanged into a-singleton impregnable color of humanity, Neither and only when the most spectacularly pristine puffs of brilliant snow copiously rolled down the hills; growing and growing larger in size till it almost resembled an unfathomable cosmos of unflinching purity, Neither and only when the most bewitchingly silver of horizons 97

tantalizingly faded from veritable sight; leaving the earth with a desire greater than ever to witness the next princely sunset, Neither and only when the most divinely virile of seeds sprouted into their very first new leaf; which wondrously captivated every eyeball on this gigantic planet; with its unbreakable mantra of Omnipotent freshness, Neither and only when the most fearless swords of truth beheaded even the tiniest insinuation of the devil; wholesomely scrapping every bit of demonic bawdiness from earth-with the soul of righteousness, Neither and only when the most timelessly alluring of mirages drew hordes of organisms from the farthest quarter of the earth; making them ebulliently sing and unrestrictedly sway-in the swirl of unparalleled queenly sand, Neither and only when the most fierily unblemished breath; triumphantly inundated every conceivable cranny of the atmosphere; with undying gorges of fresh optimism and dazzling hope, Neither and only when the most unprecedented pulse of sensitivity completely coalesced with every ounce of existence on this globe; spawning an unbelievable firmament of gloriously inseparable brotherhood, But; I wanted to make unrestricted; unparalleled; unsurpassable love to you O! Beloved; every instant of ethereal dawn/eternal afternoon/sensuous evening and star studded night; which forever remained till the time I survived- as 24 X 7 X 365….

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How on earth??? My money could separate her from you-make her legally mine; but how on earth could I extricate your infinite reflections from the whites of her eyes; which were the sole sublimation of her otherwise impoverished life? My money could separate her from you-make her legally mine; but how on earth could I erase your infinite fronds of desire from her sensuous lips; which were the sole reason behind her every uninhibited smile? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I remove your infinite whispers of adventure from her intricate ears; which were the sole ounces of enlightenment in her otherwise hackneyed way? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I evaporate your infinite praises from her mellifluous voice; which were the sole pillars of strength in her otherwise devastated existence? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I abolish your infinite fantasies from her astoundingly evolving brain; which were the sole panacea of her otherwise slowly diminishing life? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I scrap your infinite infernos of yearning from her amiably resonating spine; which were the sole sensitivities in her otherwise robotically mundane existence? My money could separate her from you-make her legally mine; but how on earth could I annihilate your infinite impressions of destiny from the insides of her blissfully tinkling palms; which were the sole glimmer of hope in the fabric of her otherwise inexplicably withering life? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I behead your infinite compassionate pecks from her unabashed ardent cheeks; which were her sole sensations to forever triumph; in the otherwise fading horizons of her existence? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I massacre your infinite epitomes of artistry from her wondrously wandering fingers; which were the sole insinuations of companionship in her otherwise obfuscated life? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I trounce your infinite shades of humanity from her insuperably celestial blood; which were the sole lanterns of friendship in her otherwise miserably betrayed existence? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I assassinate your infinite pillars of tenacity from her altruistically affable bones; which were the sole Sun of 99

fearlessness in her otherwise despicably slavering life? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I vanquish your infinite spell-binding imageries from her innocuously pristine mind; which were the sole spots of untamed brilliance in her otherwise penuriously incarcerated existence? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I pulverize your infinite recesses of warmth from her voluptuous bosom; which were the sole flames of friendship in her otherwise treacherously obsolete life? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I lynch your infinite fragrances of optimism from her impregnably fiery nostrils; which were the sole heavens of victory in her otherwise subserviently defeated existence? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I extradite your infinite images of truth from her undaunted conscience; which were the sole harbingers of eternal bliss in her otherwise deliriously distorted life? My money could separate her from you- make her legally mine; but how on earth could I exonerate your infinite impressions of solidarity from her impeccably unbridled soul; which were the sole skies of ultimate freedom in her otherwise gruesomely penalizing existence? My money could separate her from you-make her legally mine; but how on earth could I slaughter your infinite droplets of healing moisture from her stupendously magnetic eyelashes; which were the sole mists of unexpected miracles in her otherwise deplorably traumatized life? My money could separate her from you-make her legally mine; but how on earth could I eliminate your infinite ecstatically ever-pervading shadows from her passionate breath; which were the sole rainbows of untainted exhilaration in her otherwise disdainfully slithering existence? And my money could separate her from you-make her legally mine; but how on earth could I terminate your infinite beats of immortal love from her thunderously throbbing heart; which were the sole rays of contentment in her otherwise fatally premature and truncated life…

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But still loving you and only you… Strip all the inimitably bountiful melody from my voice; heartlessly leaving me to wander; through the aimless streets of cacophonic incongruity and thwarted obstreperousness, Strip all the immaculately enriched artistry from my fingers; uncouthly leaving me to claw my way; through a robotic matchbox of maniacally manipulative and corporate darkness, Strip all the spirit to philanthropically hoist from my shoulders; diabolically leaving me without a singleton mission on this earth; and shirking further and further away from the fabric of miraculous humanity, Strip all the unfathomably passionate yearning from my eyes; parasitically leaving me in a dungeon of vindictive blackness; where all I could sight were the ghosts of monotonous give and take, Strip all the undaunted compassionate from my chest; sinfully leaving me in a slush-pile of pathetically lame meaninglessness; wildly groping in every conceivable direction for the warmth of fresh creation, Strip all the exultating rhythm of adventure from my feet; disastrously leaving me to follow the same treacherous route to shame; every monstrous day and viciously marauding night, Strip all the insuperable temerity from my teeth; hopelessly leaving me to wantonly suck every ounce of benign achievement; from every fathomable bosom that I encountered my way on the trajectory of soil, Strip all the victoriously bedazzling romance from my skin; morbidly leaving me in a coffin of hateful lamentation; with even the most sensuously hilted knives floundering to have the tiniest effect on my soul, Strip all the ubiquitously enthralling fantasy from my brain; grievously leaving me to squander an infinite miles; under the treacherously acrimonious rays of the afternoon Sun; and crippling sinking sand beneath my feet, Strip all the zealous tenacity from my bones; abysmally leaving me to fret and ludicrously regret; tossing like an impotent idiot as the hideous devil massacred and violently rampaged through my motherland, Strip all the untamed ardor from my sweat; preposterously leaving me like the ultimate beggar of my time; unrelentingly staggering on obdurate ground; without the most infinitesimal wings of desire, Strip all the unparalleled sensitivity from my spine; abjectly leaving me to squeak till death; in the gutters of fetid moroseness and deliriously beheading practicality, Strip all the spell-binding humanitarian valor from my blood; wretchedly leaving me to solely sight my reflection in mud; seek solace in the utmost hell's of obscurity; far from the most invisible cry of eternal living kind, 101

Strip all the burgeoning virility from my loins; mercilessly leaving me in victimizing morasses of incarceration; unable to blissfully emboss even a footprint of mine on earth; even after an infinite births and deaths, Strip all the enlivening rhapsody from my lips; agonizingly leaving me to squabble and sob; even as the most unassailable epitomes of success and happiness; profusely kissed my doorstep, Strip all the unshakably divine truth from my conscience; unsparingly leaving me to confront each instant of passing life; abominably entangled in a jailhouse of blood-stained chicanery and thorns, Strip all the unconquerable fieriness from my breath; banefully leaving me to unceasingly gape amongst lividly infertile patches of sky; with the true elixir of my existence evaporating; even before it could be born, Strip all the perpetually passionate ardor of my heart; cursedly leaving me in the graveyards of baselessly penalizing war; where the only diet that existed day and night; was that of symbiotic blood and human breath, And you'll eventually get my body-- living the life of a gruesomely dead corpse; but still loving you and only you O! heavenly beloved; and with an intensity which was an infinite times even greater; than when I was naturally and perfectly alive…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

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, 103

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…..

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

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 105

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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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

If only you'd spent a single minute… If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of your hours; which you dedicated wholesomely to our child; at times deliberately stirring the mischievous devil within it, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of your hours; which you meaninglessly wasted staring into blank bits of space; which led solely to the mortuaries of nothingness, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you obsessively spent ruthlessly scraping and scrubbing those floors; which were already sparkling clean, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you worthlessly whiled reading every ounce of spicy and gossipy news; inundated on the front covers of sensational newspapers and magazines alike, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent ardently listening to the travails and woes; of even the most listlessly decayed bones strewn haplessly on the dusty streets, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent indefatigably searching for the ultimate panacea of happiness and fruition; in your impoverished life, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you dedicated to excessively celestial rest and sleep; which you relished the most; because you could rampantly dream, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent in the kitchen burning your fingers unsuccessfully; in trying to learn every conceivable recipe under the flaming Sun, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of thousands of hours; which you fervently devoted to satisfying every religious ritual and spurious ceremony; of the so-called sanctimonious society, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent scrupulously tracking every thread of success; of the richest men and women on this fathomless Universe, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent conversing; releasing your frustration; against the solitary walls and laconic bits of sky, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of 107

those thousands of hours; which you spent in triumphantly proving even the most invisible of your point; even though you were the unabashed ridiculer and were wrong, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent admiring your very ownself; as sitting on the throne of; and reigning as the ultimate queen of nail-on-the-head practicality, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent aimlessly speaking with your friends; relatives and close kin; igniting myriad topics out of sheer nothingness; when there was nothing profound left to talk, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent trying to explore an indefinite number of talents; existing incognito in your brain, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent taking marathon walks and jogs; in order to keep your already agile body; roaring in the topmost gear, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent in gross indifference and preposterous shrewdness; towards the chapters of mundane life, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours; which you spent in making fun of even the most evanescent of my idiosyncrasies; upon which you'd accidentally tumbled; in knowing me all these long years, If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of hours you spent wholeheartedly laughing on the other side; whilst I flashed the mightiest tears of my sorrow away; cursed by a spell of perennial loneliness, Then. I'd have loved you more invincibly than I loved anyone on this gigantically inscrutable Universe; as poetry was all I had; all I was made up of in each of my veins; bone and breath; and what I penned was exactly what I thought; was exactly how I was; was exactly my truest identity; irrespective of any caste; creed; status or tribe…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

True and Immortal Lover…. You entered my disastrously impoverished veins; which were staggering on the brink of lame extinction; like the poignantly priceless and ultimate bloodstream; of my solitary existence, You entered my gruesomely empty palms; which were quavering towards the realms of horrendous oblivion; like the invincibly unflinching and ultimate destiny; of my bedraggled existence, You entered my haplessly diminishing eyes; which were painstakingly wailing towards the midnight of irrevocable blackness; like the victoriously undefeated and ultimate vision; of my floundering existence, You entered my devastatingly collapsing shoulders; which were prejudiced by the castrated onslaught of the manipulative society; like the compassionately unshakable and ultimate fortitude; of my deteriorating existence, You entered my pathetically distorted fingers; which were maimed by brutal plagiarism all around; like the triumphantly insuperable and ultimate artistry; of my invisible existence, You entered my ghoulishly parched throat; which was dismally stuttering like a hoarsely dying frog; like the unconquerably blissful and ultimate voice; of my dwindling existence, You entered my deliriously estranged brain; which was ruthlessly imprisoned by nothing else but a corpse of livid meaninglessness; like the beautifully silken and ultimate fantasy; of my preposterous existence, You entered my inexplicably thwarted ears; which were fecklessly bombarded by solely the sounds of hopelessness; like the infallibly symbiotic and ultimate sounds; of my truncated existence, You entered my drearily beleaguered feet; which were aimlessly squandering towards the mortuaries of asphyxiating hell; like the unassailably philanthropic and ultimate mission; of my evaporating existence, You entered my penuriously trembling chest; which was barbarously orphaned by every speck of this commercially treacherous planet; like the inimitably bountiful and ultimate savior; of my incarcerated existence, You entered my lackadaisically amorphous lips; which were divested of the tiniest affinity since decades immemorial; like the miraculously ameliorating and ultimate smile; of my waywardly existence, You entered my severely lambasted cheeks; which were bludgeoned left; right and unsparing center by the infinite kicks of mundane society; like the wondrously enamoring and ultimate blush; of my victimized existence, You entered my agonizingly holocaustic soul; which was cancerously enslaved by the non-existent spirit of the rampaging devil; like the 109

ubiquitously bounteous and ultimate divinity; of my disappearing existence, You entered my inexplicably emaciated skin; which was horrendously frozen to the last bone of the ludicrous spine; like the magically proliferating and ultimate virility; of my condensed existence, You entered my lugubriously flailing chin; which was wantonly leaning infront of the coffins of utterly penalizing despondency; like the unshakably brilliant and ultimate hope; of my indecipherable existence, You entered my nervously fluttering shadow; which was the most glaring exemplification of failure on this fathomless Universe; like the brilliantly unfettered and ultimate Sun; of my ragamuffin existence, You entered my uncannily slavering tongue; which was being rapaciously coerced to slaver for all that is sinful on this parasitic globe; like the undauntedly celestial and ultimate conviction; of my minuscule existence, You entered my maniacally gasping nostril; which inhaled nothing else but unbearably despicable corruption on this cold-blooded earth; like the perennially blossoming and ultimate freshness; of my gaunt existence, You entered my traumatically directionless heart; which had become wholesomely oblivious to the palpitation of unceasing desire; like the resplendently Omnipotent and ultimate friendship; of my thinning existence, And after entering each conceivable pore and cranny of my existence; made me yours and only yours forever; true and Immortal Lover….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

She wasn't bothered…. She wasn't bothered an infinitesimal trifle; if I didn't look at the most seductive of her form; even once in a marathon day; preferred to view the scurrilously untamed growls of manipulative wilderness; instead, She wasn't bothered an ephemeral speck; if I didn't accolade her even for the most triumphantly brilliant of her accomplishments; leant a cold shoulder amidst all other glitterati that she was enshrouded with, She wasn't bothered a transient iota; if I didn't caress the outlines of her ignited lips; nonchalantly looked the other side; even as she burnt infinite times in the inferno of unbridled love, She wasn't bothered an evanescent ounce; if I didn't accompany her to the most important destinations in her life; worthlessly engaged myself in tawdrily licking the floor instead, She wasn't bothered a fugitive bit; if I didn't wish her on her cherished birthday and anniversaries; spuriously pretended to be too entangled in the process of earning money; and thereby forgetting the priceless moments of her life, She wasn't bothered a parsimonious morsel; if I didn't comply the tiniest with even the most brilliantly sagacious of her decisions; drifted on the pathways of sheer and emotional impracticality instead, She wasn't bothered an invisible degree; if I didn't impregnate her glorious existence with my seeds; happily leading her entire life with her maiden prim and trim form with great pleasure instead, She wasn't bothered an impoverished scrap; if I didn't query her regularly about her likes and dislikes; thereby on numerous an occasion trespassing against her wishes; quite innocuously and inadvertently, She wasn't bothered a mercurial shadow; if I didn't devoutly intertwine my fingers fervently within hers; taking vows to lead life compassionately united together; for an infinite more lifetimes, She wasn't bothered a feckless crumb; if I didn't understand and commiserate with her for what she originally was; for every righteous desire lingering passionately in the innermost realms of her soul, She wasn't bothered a diminutive fragment; if I didn't humbly bow down to her knees; even once in my entire lifetime; profoundly thanking her for blessing every conceivable aspect of my measly existence, She wasn't bothered an oblivious tidbit; if I didn't attend to her even in the most inexplicably ghastliest of agony; took her for as much granted as the blue bits of mundanely unending sky, She wasn't bothered a vanishing fleck; if I didn't live up to my promise of being a true lover; after so ardently proposing to her the infinite vows of true love; once upon a time, 111

She wasn't bothered an obliterated freckle; if I didn't invincibly mélange each of my breath with hers; as the most diabolical of maelstroms descended upon us; unexpectedly at each quarter of life, She wasn't bothered a worthless grain; if I didn't embrace her boundless propensities and passions in life; belittling them in my obsessive whirlpool of unparalleled corporate ambition, She wasn't bothered an evaporating smidgen; if I didn't behave properly with the nearest of her kin; deliberately made sure that I was not the tiniest of involved in any of her so called social community groups and gatherings, She wasn't bothered a pathetic tad; if I didn't take her for an intrepid expedition of the entire planet; although was a passenger of every flight that left the ground; than of the scorching land, She wasn't bothered a lackadaisical trice; if I didn't utter her name for countless years on the trot; summoned her most brusquely; by a battalion of uncannily indecipherable gestures instead, And neither was she ever bothered even a teeny trifle to know the cause of my silence, my anger; my indifference; my nonchalance towards her; as long as I kept giving her every comfort of life; as long as she relished the most sanctimoniously extravagant pleasures of life; as long as she saw the desire to become the richest man on this planet lingering unassailably in my eyes; as long as she kept getting her inevitable share of money as my wife…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

Inspired me all the more… Don't you worry sweetheart. Your relentless kicks of ridicule towards my impoverished form; inspired me all the more; to give invincible fortitude to all those infirm on this planet; haplessly deteriorating on every step they tread, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your contemptuously ostracizing stare towards my creative fantasizing; inspired me all the more; to evolve into a whole new unlimited gorge of regurgitating freshness, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your unsparingly lambasting every ingredient of my unparalleled sensitivity; inspired me all the more; to perennially stir the chords of compassion amongst all those with an inexplicably shattered soul, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your snobbishly ignoring even the most genuine screams of my agony; inspired me all the more; to lend a commiserating ear; to all those who had none else than the walls to converse, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your unfathomable disdain towards my writing my own books of poetry at home; inspired me all the more; to spawn rejuvenating verse for all those miserably circumscribed by the walls of the inevitable fodder-yielding; robotic corporate office, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your stony silence towards even the greatest of my triumphs and accomplishments; inspired me all the more; to ebulliently pat my fellow compatriots; as they inched towards their ultimate philanthropic paths in life, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your using me and every ounce of my cherishable assets; inspired me all the more; to unrelentingly look out for all those patrons on this fathomless Universe; who inherently admired me solely for what I was; and as I was born, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your vindictively exploiting some of my inadvertently acquired weaknesses; inspired me all the more; to encourage all those flagrantly depressed; to perpetually conquer the devil in them; with their in-born souls of divine righteousness, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your tyrannical blackmailing me to mollify even the most infinitesimal of your desire; inspired me all the more; to extend my healing hands to all those sinfully divested of the joys and rhapsodies of miraculously vibrant life, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your lividly don't-carish attitude towards each act of my poignantly overwhelming concern for you; inspired me all the more; to tirelessly render every ingredient of my existence to the selfless service of all miserably extinguishing and jailed humanity, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your spurious cleansing of the dust over my heart-felt poems instead of reading them; inspired me all the more; to perpetuate their timeless essence to even the further-most cranny of this boundlessly effulgent Universe, 113

Don't you worry sweetheart. Your envying me from the core of your heart whilst others of your kind kept incessantly chatting of their hubbies; inspired me all the more; to appreciate the richest of the richest philanthropists on this earth; with the greatest of humility, Don't your worry sweetheart. Your viciously abusing me right infront of my very own kin for my sheer innocence of commercial life; inspired me all the more; to become the voice of all those diabolically oppressed by the uncanny vagaries of the uncouth planet, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your lackadaisically turning your head to the direction of the dustbin at every sensuous whisper of mine; inspired me all the more; to coalesce every ingredient of my mind; body and soul; with the ravishingly spell-binding landscapes of mother nature, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your finding time to read and admire even the most meaningless piece of balderdash on this Universe-whilst making a worthless stool of my priceless poetry to sit upon; inspired me all the more; to recite each line of my heart-rendering verse to the Almighty Lord in the sky, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your unabashedly devouring the most appetizing morsels of food on this earth whilst merrily watching me starve; inspired me all the more; to disseminate every penny of my wealth towards the blissful fulfillment of every haplessly deteriorating living kind, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your lifelessly switching over to the other side of the bed -everytime I came with an inferno of unbridled compassion in my eyes; inspired me all the more; to inexhaustibly romance with the voluptuously igniting fabric of the beautiful night, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your over-indulgence in every other conceivable activity on earth-except looking towards my passionate form; inspired me all the more; to uninhibitedly languish on the open streets; indefatigably searching for my ultimate soul mate in life, Don't you worry sweetheart. Your unthinkably divorcing me- just in order to lead a life of unprecedented luxury-seducing the richest kings of your choice; inspired me all the more; to forever surrender each instant of my life to the Creator; marry the innermost tunes of my heart; which were unbreakable and inseparable for an infinite more lifetimes…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

Our Divinely honeymoon… Never before did our lips kiss each other with such unconquerable intensity; unstoppably exploring each other's profoundly exhilarating ravines of sweetness; as if there wasn't going to be another instant to live, Never before did our eyes stare at each other with such unparalleled fervor; celestially deciphering a countless inscrutable enigmas in the ocean of innocuously fluttering white and mesmerizing black, Never before did our fingers intertwine in each other with such unbreakable tenacity; uniting for a boundless more lifetimes yet to unveil; just in those fugitive instants of time, Never before did our cheeks abrade against each other with such unlimited yearning; turn a shade more crimson than the sensuously setting Sun; to yearn even more than infinity for each other, Never before did our napes feel each other with such unfathomable ardor; gloriously plunging into the deepest gorges of untamed exhilaration; to evolve a whole new civilization of companionship, Never before did our navels intermingle in each other with such unmatched yearning; brilliantly transcending over every other conceivable definition of pleasure and pain; on this eternally blessed earth, Never before did our spines lean against each other with such insuperable magic; letting every damned inhibition liberate forever and ever and ever into fathomless bits of reinvigorating blue sky, Never before did our bloodstreams crave for each other with such undefeated vigor; wanting to unite as a singleton signature of unabashed humanitarian compassion; for times beyond an infinite lifetimes, Never before did our eyelashes long for each other with such unshakable temerity; perennially wanting to keep only each other's reflection entrapped within the silken hair; so that even the most tantalizing of alien distraction crumbled to inane ash, Never before did our chests caress each other with such triumphant fire; letting an ocean of overpoweringly undying ecstasy; blissfully mélange with every perceivable ingredient of existence, Never before did our feet tickle each other with such infallible mischief; fomenting us to explode into uninterrupted skies of laughter; even in the most staring face of inexplicable misery and duress, Never before did our elbows nudge each other with such wondrous enthrallment; adroitly executing every cognizable insinuation under 115

the sky; to perpetually attract our spirits to become one, Never before did our palms lock into each other with such unshakable camaraderie; allowing only the lines of our invincibly everlasting friendship; become the ultimate bifurcations of our destiny, Never before did our tongues lap each other with such unending desire; savoring the inimitable melody of our distinct creations; to give fresh birth to even the most wildest dreams of our impoverished lives, Never before did our Adams apple bump into each other with such insatiable madness; leading every moment of life as the very best of mates; standing unflinchingly and laughing against the most ferocious of holocausts, Never before did our shoulders hug each other with such unbridled magnetism; assimilating every miraculously palpable warmth of destined life; in the invisible gap between our breathless bosoms, Never before did our thighs crush each other with such untamed rampancy; exuding into an unsurpassable inferno of untapped virility; romancing till the last star twinkled in the wee hours of dawn, Never before did our nostrils inhale each other with such victorious enthusiasm; wholesomely making the inherent scents of our personalities; the sole mantra and inspiration to fearlessly live and die, Never before did our hearts palpitate for each other with such uncontrollable excitement; with each beat immortalizing the essence of our love towards the furthermost epitome of god's paradise, As they did and perennially continued to do; on our very first and divinely honeymoon…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

When we fell in love… When we fell in love; all I could sight in her eyes was profoundly compassionate innocence; whilst at the same time all that she raunchily saw in mine; was nothing else but the umpteenth reflections of palaces brilliantly lit in lamps of gold, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her lips was wondrously unbridled passion; whilst at the same time all that she unthinkably saw in mine; was nothing else but the remnants of the unfathomably costly royal fruit sticking to its nimble contours, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her palms was every infinitesimal line of my destiny; whilst at the same time all that she licentiously saw in mine; was nothing else but the royal triangles/squares/islands of infinite wealth; prosperity and fame, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her feet was intrinsically poignant and intricate wrinkles of adventure; whilst at the same time all that she tawdrily saw in mine; was nothing else but the golden dust adhering to the soles; which I'd inadvertently carried from my treasuries of gold, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her belly was the ultimate shivers of unparalleled seduction; whilst at the same time all that she flagrantly saw in mine; was nothing else but the aristocratic paste and beads of sandalwood that rose and fell with each of my breath, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her voice was an unbelievably enamoring melody of friendliness; whilst at the same time all that she diabolically saw in mine; was nothing else but the boundless number of places I divulged; wherein I'd invested each penny of my wealth, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her nape was invincibly ameliorating beads sensuality; whilst at the same time all that she carnivorously saw in mine; was nothing else but the unimaginable number of chains of pure diamond; emerald and shimmering silver, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her hair was bountifully silken webs of insatiable magic; whilst at the same time all that she lividly saw in mine; was nothing else but the unconquerably diamond studded crown; fervently alluring every organism alike, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her shoulders was innumerable vignettes of the different inscrutable shades of life; whilst at the same time all that she beguilingly saw in mine; was nothing else but the royal cloak of "His Majesty"; that people had learnt to spuriously bow to, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her ears was a gorge of infallibly priceless sensitivity; whilst at the same time all that she treacherously saw in mine; was nothing else but the countless earrings of princely pearl; that had been so fondly draped upon me by the 117

civilizations under my rule, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her brain was unceasingly intriguing whirlpools of voluptuous fantasy; whilst at the same time all that she salaciously saw in mine; was nothing else but the dynamic visions I harbored to forever survive as the richest man on earth divine, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her flesh was the uncanny way in which it spell-bindingly retracted upon the nimblest of my caress; whilst at the same time all that she parasitically saw in mine; was nothing else but the world's costliest ornaments incorrigibly clinging and clanging all the time, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her fingers was a sky of fathomlessly untainted artistry; whilst at the same time all that she deplorably saw in mine; was nothing else but my signature which adroitly flowed; upon each blank space of the bank and unlimited checkbook, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her forehead was the symbiotic divinity of Omnipotent creation; whilst at the same time all that she wretchedly saw in mine; was nothing else but the birthmark of being the richest; as it was visible to all on the planet except my very own impoverished self, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her underarms was an undefeated ocean of triumphant sweat; whilst at the same time all that she frigidly saw in mine; was nothing else but the fragrance emanating from the best of branded designer and kingly perfumes, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her spine was perennially rekindling electricity; whilst at the same time all that she rapaciously saw in mine; was nothing else but the undyingly glittering and star studded throne; upon which it leaned for countless a lifetime, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her blood was the fire of insuperably united existence; whilst at the same time all that she bizarrely saw in mine; was nothing else but blue blooded nobility; which inexhaustibly circulated through a network of aristocratic veins, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her breath was an inferno of longing that existed even after death; whilst at the same time all that she pathetically saw in mine; was nothing else but the domineering status and authority; to which millions in my kingdom danced all night and day, When we fell in love; all I could sight in her heart was the absolute pinnacle of Immortally celestial love; whilst at the same time all that she sadistically saw in mine; was nothing else but the unimaginable fortune I'd shower solely upon her; in my perpetual state of being an emotional fool….

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Only in my memories…. She was a girl; who wouldn't ever dream of exploiting all those weaknesses of mine; that she'd inevitably come to know after clinging close to my compassionate chest all these years, She was a girl; who knew exactly what to speak to me at the right moment; never even once thwarting my senses with inexplicably stabbing taunts and comments, She was a girl; who wiped each of my tears with her everlasting kisses; standing unflinchingly beside me; in my times of disaster and duress; never making me feel that men hadn't the right to cry, She was a girl; who adroitly knew how to mollify my ravenous palette; cooking every known delicacy under the Sun; to eventually share the same with me; befriending me forever in her silken lap, She was a girl; who never even once criticized me for my bizarrely dwindling finances; stood abreast me like the rock of Gibraltar; when the entire world outside had pounced upon me like an insipid mouse, She was a girl; who listened patiently for hours immemorial to even the most oblivious whisper of my heart; inexhaustibly appreciating me for what I originally was; and not for what the world had made of me in my moments of strife, She was a girl; who idolized my feeling of self respect; never reaching out to even the closest of our kin for help; even though we continued to survive on fragments of rotten measly bread and in the gutter pipe, She was a girl; who left all riches; relatives and everything else on this fathomless Universe; wanting nothing but to only bond with each beat of my fervently wailing heart, She was a girl; who never minded my idiosyncratic shunting of the society and my preposterously eccentric lifestyle; truly commiserating as to what it was like being a fulltime artist and evolving fresh poetic rhyme, She was a girl; who wholeheartedly joined me in my mission of reaching out to every fraternity of living kind; donating even the last ounce of our blood to the betterment of all those breathing under the sky, She was a girl; who wasn't afraid in voicing her opinion if I was unwittingly drifting towards malice; enlightening every subjugated aspect of my existence; with the triumphantly optimistic cadence of her voice, She was a girl; who ardently worshipped me as I did to her; immediately after our prayers first to the Omnipotent Almighty Lord; and to our respective parents who bestowed us with the first scream of life, She was a girl; who would never dream of telling me a lie; never betray me even though I was severely maimed and blind; even as the closest of my blood relation left me for exploring more exciting new 119

vistas of life, She was a girl; who could amazingly comprehend the tiniest of my desires; by glimpsing just for a fraction of a second; into the twinkling whites of my roving eye, She was a girl; who instead of ridiculing me everytime I floundered in life; gave me the invincible Herculean temerity; the inspiration to forever massacre the devil with the undying flame of truth in my soul, She was a girl; who never retaliated even once at the angriest of my outburst; understanding my sporadic frustration; and covering my lips with a billion kisses to metamorphose my fierceness into a cloud of symbiotic love, She was a girl; who gracefully acknowledged my deep and insuperable love for my mother; perfectly knowing that her place was always reigning supreme in each of my immortally volatile heartbeats, She was a girl; who inseparably bonded each breath of hers with mine; whilst it was victoriously living; and even when it started to uncannily stutter to enter into the graveyards of death, She was a girl; who shared my passion of giving birth to as many offsprings as we could; contributing our very best in the newness and ecstatically uninhibited proliferation of the gigantic Universe, She was a girl; who couldn't exist even a minute without my heartbeat close to hers; who most certainly died alive even if I unknowingly drifted my mischievous stare towards another of her kind, She was a girl; who could recognize me wholesomely blindfolded; amongst zillions of other men strolling silently around; just by my fleeting stride; just by the aroma of the most diminutive droplet of sweat on my arms, Unfortunately she was a girl; and would always remain a girl who existed only in my memories-as my ideal life-partner; in today's sacrilegiously robotic and commercially discriminating world outside….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

As you fell into the gorge of Immortal Love… It made you feel as if you were reborn a countless times out of inane nothingness; as the most unassailably euphoric king of all times and with the reins of your compassion brilliantly harnessing the entire planet, It made you feel as if the Sun never ever dolefully set; with the astoundingly ameliorating brightness of exuberant life; perpetually prevailing over every nook and cranny of this majestic planet, It made you feel as if there were fires of untamed passion; profoundly rekindling the surface of lividly limp and frigid water; swirling unfettered towards the highest epitome of fathomless blue sky, It made you feel as if even the most wee hours of morbid midnight; bountifully chanted the mantra of ever-pervading fertility; replenishing each impoverished nerve of existence with the enchantment of creation galore, It made you feel as if each denomination of currency and wealth on the globe was trapped in your outstretched palms; whereas there was nothing but maimed devastation to confront till boundless kilometers of your visage; in pragmatic reality, It made you feel as if even the most aridly acrimonious patches of the desert; bloomed perennially with priceless roses and lilies; and unceasing springs of sparkling water; merrily sprouted from each granule of sweltering sand, It made you feel as if the very definition of inexplicable misery; had forever been erased from the complexion of this boundless earth; although countless of your kind suffered in the agony of horrendous solitariness; just beside your every stride, It made you feel as if there was nothing but the religion of humanity conquering everything on planet earth; although innumerable spat hostile blood on your face every minute; thoroughly quagmired with the discrepancies of religion; caste; creed and kind, It made you feel that there was no significance at all of the word "I" on this motley planet; when infact there was so much to learn and imbibe; from the triumphant goodness lingering in each organisms life, It made you feel that time had come to an absolute standstill; and the most adorable moments of your childhood and life; came galloping back once again to you; to stay for a countless lifetimes, It made you feel that irrespective of whether or not you'd achieved even a single stone in your entire lifetime; you still were the richest organism existing; for speaking the truth and just being your very own original impeccable self, It made you feel the most uncannily inscrutable shivers of adventure; even in the broadest of sweltering daylight; and with the most unscrupulous battalion of cars; traffic and robotically venomous smoke hovering around, 121

It made you feel as if the form of Omnipotent God could be witnessed on every branch; nook; cranny and pebble on earth; though the irrevocably religious society had confined him only to the constraints of the Church; Monastery; Temple and Mosque, It made you feel as if each streak of thunderously silver lightening which fell from sky; reborn you for an infinite births and with the most victorious of visage; wherein all it did was to numb you there and then itself to death before your time, It made you feel as if there was unparalleled sensuality lingering in even the most deadened of corpses; which were nothing but a conglomerate of ghoulishly jinxed bones; fouling in the wretchedly wastrel graveyard, It made you feel as if the entire world ran on the fingertips of the freshly born child; and it was the sheer power in his Omniscient eyes which could melt any heaven or hell; in fractions of seconds alike, It made you feel as if the whole planet was nothing but ramifications of compassion; the voluptuous amalgamation of the male and female form; intertwined invincibly in waves of lust; for centuries unprecedented, It made you feel as if there was nothing beyond your very own breath; as you burnt to a countless tantalizingly excruciating deaths and evolved into a countless forms of benign life; simply in its Omnipotent fire, O! Yes. That's exactly how you and an infinite like you felt; whilst for the first time as you fell; fell and undyingly kept falling into the gorge of Immortal Love…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

Commit this Sin. Again and Again and Again. O! Yes. Entirely and Unstoppably Mad was I . After the inscrutably teasing tresses in your ravishing hair; which inevitably compelled my fingers to come near; caress and timelessly disentangle, O! Yes. Entirely and Fervently Mad was I. After your lusciously inviting lips; which rekindled the fire to live in my scraggily impoverished veins; even as I was buried a countless feet under heartless snow, O! Yes. Entirely and Unsurpassably Mad was I. After your articulately heavenly fingers; which spawned an undefeated gorge of artistry in the complexion of my otherwise robotically bedraggled life, O! Yes. Entirely and limitlessly Mad was I. After the insuperable compassion that enshrouded every ingredient of your blood; for every fraternity and dimension of pricelessly inimitable humanity, O! Yes. Entirely and Unconquerably Mad was I. After your voluptuously enamoring hips; that made even the tiniest element of my persona ecstatically sway; under the impeccably tenacious moonlight, O! Yes. Entirely and Tirelessly Mad was I. After each footprint that you embossed on pristinely moistened soil; which carved the most victoriously infallible trail for me to follow in my penurious life, O! Yes. Entirely and Inexhaustibly Mad was I. After your tantalizingly gyrating belly; which drew me out of my deathly corpse; and into the untamed wilderness to once again sniff freshly exuberant life, O! Yes. Entirely and Irrevocably Mad was I. After your mellifluously tinkling laughter; which made me feel like a prince effortlessly floating in the amiable clouds; for a countless more births of mine, O! Yes. Entirely and Insanely Mad was I. After each droplet of silver sweat that dribbled from your arms; in the transparent mirror of which I could relentlessly stare into the candid intricacies of my life, O! Yes. Entirely and Unrelentingly Mad was I. After each sensuous whisper that emanated from your throat; which quelled even the most truculently unbearable of my misery; into the magical heartbeat of existence, O! Yes. Entirely and Unceasingly Mad was I. After the invincible warmth of your magnetic bosom; in which I found divinely solace; amidst the most tumultuously hideous apocalypses and storms, O! Yes. Entirely and Endlessly Mad was I. After each uncanny goose-bump on your reverberating skin; which triggered the most unassailable infernos of fertility; in all my brain; body and soul, O! Yes. Entirely and Unimaginably Mad was I. After your bountifully Omnipotent palms; in each fold and line of which; was written and rewritten every aspect of my destiny; yet to royally unfurl, O! Yes. Entirely and Bizarrely Mad was I. After your mysteriously intrepid shadow; that fomented me to fantasize beyond the realms of extraordinary utopia; in its shades of insatiably evoking lust, 123

O! Yes. Entirely and Unfathomably Mad was I. After every pinch of soil that you caressed; applying the same consecrated ash now on each of my wounds; to grant them eternal liberation and rest, O! Yes. Entirely and Undyingly Mad was I. After your rustically enchanting simplicity; which forever led me in search of nothing else; but the absolute truth nestling in each ingredient of the planet divine, O! Yes. Entirely and Imperceptibly Mad was I. After your honey laden nape; which made me feel the wealthiest man alive; as I gently nibbled through its nimble catacombs of profound womanhood, O! Yes. Entirely and Unreasonably Mad was I. After your fierily ebullient breath; which never ever let me quit my life; forever enveloping it with rhapsodic desire; blessing it with the invincible essence to survive amongst a pack of wolves; O! Yes. Entirely and Unshakably Mad was I. After every beat that leapt uninhibitedly from your immortal heart; which taught me that there was nothing else but love; in the starting and ending alphabet of life, And now if the worthless world outside says; that falling into madness was committing a dreadfully unpardonable and inconsolable sin; then I for one was ready to commit this sin; again and again and again and again….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

In Return…. I didn't the slightest expect even the most iridescently undefeated of mountaintops; the ultimate apogees of infallibly glittering success; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most majestically twinkling of stars; the unconquerably amiable glimmer that beautifully crowned the night; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most astoundingly proliferating of soil; the tirelessly spawning seeds of eclectically virile freshness; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most inscrutably roaring of oceans; the fathomless swirl of the undyingly towering and insuperable waves; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most torrentially blessing showers of rain; the globules of unparalleled magnificence which mollified every ingredient of emaciated soil; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most tantalizingly nubile seductresses; the rhapsodic wave of enigma which incessantly tingled even the most infinitesimal of my veins; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most indescribably mind-boggling miracles; the amazing evolution of an infinite new civilizations out of sheer and vapid nothingness; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most blazingly unfettered of Sun; the countless rays of Omnipotent light which vanquished every bit of inexplicable disaster; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most boundless granaries of nectar; the exotically unparalleled sweetness which harmoniously quelled every agonizing fire of life; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most unsurpassable stretch of the heavenly sky; the truest miracle depicting the vastness of God's Omnipresent creation; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most endless landscapes of pristine ice; the impeccable garland of priceless white that quintessentially adorned the mountain side; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most inimitably enamoring of pearls; the ecstatically virgin shimmer that granted bounteous fantasy for an unfathomable more lifetimes, in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most gloriously unchallengeable of laurels; the perpetual tunes of plaudits drifting left; right; center and in every conceivable pore of atmosphere; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most unimaginably gigantic territories of land; the footsteps of uninhibited romance emanating from every direction; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most unshakably powerful of 125

fortresses; the rawness of united power demonstrated magnificently at every step; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most undyingly replenished of treasuries; the signature of stinking wealth which could virtually buy anything on this planet today; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most immortal spells of life; the heaven where there was absolutely not the tiniest trace of gorily asphyxiating death; in return for it, I didn't the slightest expect even the most blessedly kingly destiny lines of life; the magical routes which led to nothing else but sparkling prosperity; in return for it, If only; you gave me each beat of your immortally compassionate heart; in return for every corresponding beat of my heart; which inexhaustibly throbbed for you and only you; forever and ever and ever in my chest's goldmine…

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True History shall forever be created… No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even in the midst of the most ferociously untamed battlefield; where a zillion unflinchingly brave soldiers; were ready to shed their lives anytime for their motherland, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even in the midst of the tumultuously rattling earthquakes; which wholesomely changed the topography of this earth; with mountains and ferocious seas suddenly arising out of sheer nothingness, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even in the midst of the most revolutionary charged elections; which promised to dramatize the abysmally dwindling political scenario, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even at the ultimate summit of Mount Everest; with living bodies entirely naked; infallibly greeting the very first rays of royal dawn, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as your past; present and future were foretold; as accurately as the god's had written it; by someone whom you were meeting for the first time in your impoverished life, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as paradise engulfed every cranny of this devastated earth today; with even the most infinitesimal monument of misery transforming itself into a sky of eternal happiness, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even in the midst of romantically stormy sea; wherein each wave carried the innermost fantasy of your soul; to perennially unite with the seductively enamoring moonlight, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as it torrentially rained for endless number of nights and days; when there was just nothing else but water; to eat; breathe; sleep and exist for every organism alive, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as unparalleled gigantic Dinosaurs ruled this earth; irrefutably perpetuating their supremacy to every perceivable cranny on the globe; nonchalantly pulverizing whosoever who dared came their way; to insipid fragments of ash, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as man reached every existing planet in the cosmos; making full and judicious use of technology; and thereby spuriously feeling as if he were just next to God, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as spiritual leaders unstoppably recited the sacrosanct religious books of every religion on earth; sermonizing the verses of God to fathomless living and dead on the planet, 127

No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as every single tree on this earth was ruthlessly felled by bawdily corrupt man; to erect unceasing jungles of corporate concrete upon the foundations of innocent natural life, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even in the midst of the most apocalyptic volcanoes; when countless territories of land and innocent man; evaporated into ludicrous oblivion; under the fury of vindictively unabashed lava, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as devilishly nomadic man; beheaded innumerable live children; sacrilegiously placing their impeccable scalps infront of the deity; in order to immortalize himself with the fabric of life, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as every mirror on the trajectory of this Universe shattered into a billion pieces; as soon as you held it infront of your face; lividly demonstrating yourself to be the most venerated superpower on planet divine, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as man sadistically sold even the carcasses of his century old and dead ancestors; digging their tombs to feed their bones and skull to the monstrously growling; witches and pigs, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as countless women unthinkably plunged themselves into burning pyres soon after their husbands; embracing voluntarily barbarous death in honor of their soul mates who were no longer alive, No. It wasn't created the slightest. Even as human being articulately maneuvered the nexus of almost everything in this commercial planet; on a singleton minuscule computer microchip, Sadly, whereas it miserably failed to create the slightest in any of the above. True History was; is and shall forever be created everytime you gave the tiniest beat of your heart to others; everytime you melanged with the humanitarian spirit to survive; everytime you tried to altruistically unite the entire planet into the religion of oneness; everytime you fell in love….

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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 129

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….

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TOO ROMANTIC IS TOO GOOD

Too sad is too bad; as it wholesomely annihilates traces of exuberant energy from every domain of the body, Too mysterious is too bad; as it imprisons a boundless myriad of explosive emotions deep within the fast diminishing soul, Too angry is too bad; as it baselessly assassinates all the prudent sagaciousness lingering in your ingenious mind, Too shy is too bad; as it indefatigably tries to conceal the truly flamboyant identity of a man, Too dirty is too bad; as the obnoxiously hovering germs pertinently conflicted with the process of blossoming ebullience, Too starved is too bad; as the unprecedented pangs of hunger in the stomach decimate all chances of plunging forward euphorically, Too fast is too bad; as the Almighty Lord's mesmerizing process of evolution remains incomplete, Too morbid is too bad; as it pulverizes the island of overwhelming bliss into wisps of treacherous nothingness, Too smart is too bad; as it disdainfully kills the immaculate child perpetually floating in your crystalline eyes, Too dependant is too bad; as it ruthlessly rips apart your dynamic integrity from its very indomitable roots, Too hysterical is too bad; as it makes you uncouthly mute to sorrow; during the course of your future life to unveil, Too negative is too bad; as it pathetically massacres the wave of irrefutable optimism immortally enveloping your righteous conscience, Too manipulative is too bad; as it drifts you further and further away from the insurmountably sacrosanct lap of your revered mother, Too nervous is too bad; as it foments you to commit blunders in things; which you could have irrevocably owned above the rest, Too wealthy is too bad; as it perpetuates you to become savagely oblivious to your intrinsic rudiments 131

of existence, Too powerful is too bad; as it engenders you to suck the blood of your fellow compatriots; whom God had created you equal with, Too malicious is too bad; as it relentlessly coaxes you to hate every entity possessing a shade more than you, Too suspicious is too bad; as it triggers you to relinquish and betray the everlasting love of your life, Too punctual is too bad; as it diabolically snaps apart the uncanny excitement descending every unfurling instant; as you walked on the streets, But too romantic is too good; as it makes you feel alive beyond your own self; as it makes you feel alive for the most fulfilling mission for which God sent you upon on planet earth…..

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THE MOST IMMORTAL OF THEM ALL The Sun might be flamboyant; sizzling dilapidated portions of the earth with its festoon of grandiloquently blistering rays; but you are the most flamboyant of them all, The flower might be fragrant; diffusing its stupendously exotic redolence to thoroughly dwindling souls; but you are the most fragrant of them all, The stars might be fabulously resplendent; shimmering their pearly rays in the ocean of perpetual darkness; but you are the most resplendent of them all, The thunderbolts of white lightening might be vivacious; impregnating infernos of insatiable desire into lifeless souls; but you are the most vivacious of them all, The crimson clouds in the boundless cosmos might be mystical; as one sighted them nostalgically reminiscing times of immaculate birth; but you are the most mystical of them all, The protuberant crested sparrow might be boisterous; frolicking in the aisles of uninhibited rhapsody; but you are the most boisterous of them all, The sheets of impeccably glistening ice might be seductive; melting into a melodious stream of voluptuous water; but you are the most seductive of them all, The mountain of unsurpassable salt embodied in the undulating waves might be tangy; disseminating into a fountain of exuberant froth as it bounced on the shores; but you are the most tangy of them all, The summit of the hill might be incredulously fascinating; overlooking into a fathomless myriad of breathtaking scenery; but you are the most fascinating of them all, The fortress of pure stone might be invincible; withstanding the most acrimonious of onslaughts with astounding solidarity; but you are the most invincible of them all, The royally oligarchic castle might be unfathomably majestic; with its walls radiating a profusely captivating sheen under milky moonlight; but you are the most majestic of them all, The shadow might be enigmatically enchanting; incarcerating even the most morose in its inexplicably tingling swirl; but you are the most enigmatic of them 133

all, The sprawling meadows of verdant grass might be romantic; surreptitiously fostering two lovers away from the monotonous world; but you are the most romantic of them all, The webs of golden honey trickling from the beehive might be profoundly sweet; marvelously pacifying the most scorchingly traumatized throats; but you are the most sweetest of them all, The dream might be fantastically innovative; supremely rejuvenating the horrendously dreary nerves of the exhausted brain; but you are the most innovative of them all, The child might be innocent; with his overwhelmingly mischievous smile imprisoning the hearts of even the most diabolically dictatorial; but you are the most innocent of them all, The dog might be incomprehensibly faithful to his master; incessantly following him wherever he went irrespective of his mind-boggling poverty; but you are the most faithful of them all, The breath might be insurmountably Omnipotent; instilling traces of indispensably volatile life in every organism tangible and alive; but you are the most Omnipotent of them all, The Mother might be sacrosanct; bearing me 9 months in her celestial womb so that I could be what I was today; but you are the most sacrosanct of them all, And the heart might be immortal; refraining to cease its fulminating battalion of beats even centuries after its death; but let me tell you O! beloved; that you were the most immortal of them all…….

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SOMETIMES Sometimes more tender than a new born child; nostalgically remembering those moments when it was just born, Sometimes as ferocious as thunderbolts of lightening in the sky; capsizing everyone around; in the tumultuous agony of its insatiable desire…. Sometimes more mystical than the dungeons infinite feet beneath obdurate soil; harboring a festoon of secrets impossible to comprehend, Sometimes as candid as a mirror; blurting out its innermost of feelings like a parrot on a talking spree…. Sometimes more colorful than the resplendent rainbow in the cosmos; disseminating its myriad of boundless colors to every entity on this planet, Sometimes as dolorous as the dying soul; painstakingly withering away towards its inevitably horrendous grave… Sometimes more blistering than the fulminating volcano; casting its enchanting spell on every philanthropic being on this globe, Sometimes as cowardly as the worm; disappearing into its diminutive den; as the slightest insinuation of fading light…. Sometimes more fast than the cyclonic whirlwind; instilling a wave of ebullient euphoria in every pathetically diminishing body, Sometimes as reticent as the infinitesimally silent whisper; which even it didn’t posses the capacity to hear….. Sometimes more fathomless than the entire richness of this world; sharing its priceless forms with all who badly needed it, Sometimes as slithering miserly in the caves of nothingness; begging for mercy; to whomsoever who came its way…. Sometimes more invincible than the most ultimate point of existence; sequestering the righteous from each conceivable acrimonious storm, Sometimes as collapsing like a pack of burnt cards; even before the wind blew a trifle its way…. Sometimes more divinely than the Creator who evolved it; incarcerating all the mesmerizing beauty of this 135

planet in its inner most core, Sometimes as dastardly as the diabolical devil; advancing menacingly towards the destruction of living kind…. O! yes the HUMAN HEART, was Sometimes more passionate than the gift called life; perpetually bonding those who loved each other for immortal times, While Sometimes as treacherous as the satanic scorpion; betraying its own beats; which it once upon a time irrefutably adored….

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I WAS SURE TO FALL IN LOVE I was scared to look into your eyes; as I was sure drown in the river of their mesmerizing enchantment, I was scared to look at your lips; as I was sure to blend with their tantalizingly seductive softness, I was scared to look at your hair; as I was sure to float with their exuberantly vivacious caress, I was scared to look at your cheeks; as I was sure to kiss their rubicund sweetness till times beyond eternity, I was scared to look at your lashes; as I was sure to flirt in the aisles of desire; till the time I wholesomely forgot my own entity, I was scared to look at your palms; as I was sure to make your euphorically adventurous destiny; each part of my life, I was scared to look at your sweat; as I was sure to run my fingers in rampant frenzy through the mystical trails it traversed, I was scared to look at your feet; as I was sure to bow down in timid obeisance till the time I relinquished my most minuscule of air, I was scared to look at your forehead; as I was sure to abdicate all memory and learning; relentlessly trying to decipher the lines between your brow, I was scared to look at your yawn; as I was sure to transit into a unfathomably heavenly reverie; catapulting to the times right back when I was an impeccable child, I was scared to look at your drifting voice; as I was sure to bury myself infinite feet beneath the earth; profoundly absorbed in its enthralling melody, I was scared to look at your belly; as I was sure to emancipate all my appetite for food; indefatigably feeling the enigmatic rhythm of your skin as it celestially rose and fell, I was scared to look at your shadow; as I was sure to leave my soul forever; bonding with its stupendously mystical aura for moments beyond imagination, I was scared to look at your ears; as I was sure to sketch their milky rhapsody in the inner most walls of my conscience; with the blood that surged with newness through my veins, I was scared to look at your neck; as I was sure to wholesomely forget the art of turning; irrefutably 137

agglutinated by the trail of unprecedented fascination it left as it moved, I was scared to look at your smile; as I was sure to become a complete alien to the pragmatic realities of monotonous life; profusely admiring its gorgeously mischievous contours that ran till the sky, I was scared to look at your footprint; as I was sure to cherish it as the most sacred wealth in this Universe; following it till I met my ultimate grave, I was scared to look at your breath; as I was sure to then stop breathing from the atmosphere; inhaling its divinely aroma instead, And I was scared to look at your heart; as I was sure that I would fall in love; which got immortally deeper and deeper as each second unveiled….

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NEVER SAY DIE Say that I was a coward; running faster than the speed of white light; at the most minuscule premonition of danger, Say that I looked horrendously ugly; repugnantly wading off even my reflection away from my entity, Say that I was overwhelmingly penurious; starving to unprecedented limits; in the realms of my dilapidated hutment, Say that I was oblivious of the art of love; staring like an insane moron into bare bits of disdainfully monotonous space, Say that I was astronomically dirty; dissipating an ocean of treacherous filth on every path I tread, Say that I was an inconspicuous mosquito; a transiently fleeting reflection which disappeared even before it had appeared, Say that I was salaciously lecherous parasite; sucking blood indiscriminately from whomsoever who encountered me in my way, Say that I was mockingly blind in the most dazzling of sunlight; tripping pathetically towards remote wisps of oblivion, Say that I was full of malevolent fantasies; wishing insidiously evil as soon as people turned their innocuous backs, Say that I was insurmountably haggard; resembling a hoarsely whimpering beggar; even in the most majestic of my suit, Say that I was appallingly dumb; without a voice of my own; even though provoked beyond the point of satanic control, Say that I was an unscrupulous rascal; philandering aimlessly on the streets; when in reality I toiled even after midnight; to assimilate fodder for the entire house, Say that I was a diabolical assassin; rampantly massacring innocent scalps; for frugal wads of sleazy money, Say that I was a replica of the preposterously fat elephant; evoking everyone to laugh as they sighted my 139

erratically funny caricature, Say that I was an acrimonious desert; without harboring the slightest trace of love or poignant empathy, Say that I was a decayed stalk of shriveled mushroom; being blown worse than a whisker; down the slopes of the lanky mountain, Say that I was a hideously menacing drunkard; mumbling incoherently for times immemorial; even though I drank nothing but pure water all my life, Say that I was the most torturous of all husbands; meting my personal frustration on your rubicund skin; when infact you had incarcerated me in a blanket of blood coated chains; since the time we had tied the nuptial thread, Say that I didn’t know the way to live; howling like an imbecile dog; tearing my hair in the heart of the boisterously bustling lane, And say anything you like O! beloved; condemning me beyond the boundaries of incomprehensible imagination; give me infinite deaths crucifying me with daggers of your hatred; BUT FOR HEAVEN SAKE NEVER SAY DIE……

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JUST A MINUTE AGO Just a minute ago you were bouncing merrily in my palms; shouting euphorically with the full cry of life, While at the present moment you lay without budging a single inch; staring in mute silence towards clouds drifting solitarily in open space. Just a minute ago you were smiling to your heart's content kissing me profusely on my lips; pinching my cheeks in flirtatious excitement, While at the present moment you transited into an invincible slumber; with your mouth partially open; rampantly inhaling all dirt suspended in the gloomy atmosphere. Just a minute ago you were recounting to me innocuous tales of your childhood; the moments of mischief that had their mystical spell forever on your vivacious countenance, While at the present moment you incorrigibly refrained to speak at all; as pools of ghastly saliva dribbled from the corner of your mouth. Just a minute ago you were chanting your cloud of fantasies to me; the dwelling which you so inexorably wished for both of us to stay in together, While at the present moment you stared for eternity into my eyes; with the toys held in your fingers tumbling in incoherent unison on the cold ground. Just a minute ago you were pummeling me in my ribs; cheekily cracking the most weirdest of jokes you could salvage from your repertoire, While at the present moment you embraced the soil like a lackluster leaf; with your conglomerate of hair sprawled into a gruesomely bedraggled heap. Just a minute ago you sang in magnificent tandem with the exuberantly drifting wind; blending your sound superbly with each beat of mine, While at the present moment you wholesomely failed to respond the most thunderous of my shouts; as the color of your skin metamorphosed from a rubicund pink to a gory yellow. Just a minute ago you were rampantly perceiving the names of our first child; with the bulky book depicting the same unveiled handsomely in your petite fingers, 141

While at the present moment you collapsed with a sigh on your knees; with an overwhelmingly heavy layer of dust settling on your enchanting face. Just a minute ago you were proudly assimilating your hard earned possessions; basking in the glory of the scintillating jewelry that adorned your immaculately voluptuous skin, While at the present moment you lay like a scarecrow with ominous vultures in vicinity hovering above you; and the urges in your body now coalescing perpetually with obsolete wisps of oblivion.. And just a minute ago you were securely alive in my compassionate arms; with your tantalizingly soft breath drowning me into whirlpools of exotic desire; with your ravishing demeanor stupefying me to the most unprecedented limits, While at the present moment you had left me forever to rest in the land of Almighty Creator; and no matter how much I cried; I knew you'd only be in my dreams; and not by my side….

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PLEASE COME SOON Sheets of fascination wholesomely blinded my eyes; engulfing them with thunderbolts of exotic excitement, Waves of insurmountable passion flowed rampantly through my blood; permeating me every minute like a quiver full of stinging arrows, An ocean of enchantment lingered insatiably in the corridors of my mind; transiting me into a state of rhapsodic slumber, Springs of sweet honey dribbled tantalizingly down my throat; titillating me beyond the point of no control, Cloudbursts of mesmerizing fantasy enveloped my persona from head to toe; imprisoning me in the swirl of tumultuously poignant desire, A river of perspiration trickled passionately down my chin; escalating me to a place infinite kilometers over paradise, A garden of stupendously fabulous scent descended ferociously down my nostrils; virtually swiping my feet in a surreal dream from the surface of earth, Clouds of overwhelmingly fervent longing encircled my eyelashes; fomenting them to drool down in timid submission, Fountains of astronomical mysticism embedded my soul; drowning me inevitably into a lake of alluring enigma and incomprehensible charm, An inexorable tenacity to explore encapsulated my fists and fingers; evoking me to draw boundless myriad of incoherent forms; with frenzied movements on the glistening sands, A beehive of captivating mirages deluged my imagination; engendering me to think beyond the fathomlessly extraordinary, rainbows of compassion entrenched my conscience; enticing me at a velocity faster than that of light; towards the entirely unknown, Tornado's of unbelievable attraction blew towards my facial contours; making me wholesomely oblivious to the rapid unfurling of time, Pearls of untamed jubilation danced euphorically in my belly; reaching an ultimate crescendo; as I caressed my body lazily on the chocolate brown ground, Dagger heads of poignant belonging drifted down my 143

rubicund cheeks; inundating them with a tinge more voluptuous than the supremely redolent rose, An island of uncanny emotions placidly nestled in my veins; welling up thunderously towards eternity as each second speedily zipped by, A meadow of emphatically seductive feelings possessed every action I executed; propelling me to surge forward with unrestricted exhilaration, And each beat of my violently palpitating heart; cried aloud to witness your ingratiatingly royal countenance, Please do come soon; for I was about to exhale my last breath without you; Please do come soon; bond your breath with mine O! Beloved….

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MY HEART DICTATED ME My legs dictated me to run; chase her reflection till the point it became entirely invisible; blending with the ethereally fading horizons, My eyes dictated me to sight; admire her mesmerizing countenance for hours immemorial; drown myself into the river of voluptuous charm that lay trapped beneath her skin, My lips dictated me to sing; keep on incessantly evolving rhymes and tunes to stupendously please her enamoring visage, My hands dictated me to caress; run rampantly through her mass of supremely seductive hair; shiver with inexplicable excitement as they brushed across her immaculate complexion, My ears dictated me to listen; profoundly blend myself with her enthralling voice; stretch myself to the most mightiest of limits to decipher even the faintest traces of rhapsodic ecstasy in her sound, My mind dictated me to fantasize; try and conceive her in the most incredulous forms that existed on this Universe; philander uninhibitedly with her majestic grace; through mystical lanes sandwiched well beneath the towering mountains, My teeth dictated me to inexorably chatter; tremble in unsurpassable trepidation crouched like a potato on her divinely doorstep; ardently waiting for her to arrive in timid submission, My nose dictated me to smell; profusely coalesce myself with her enchanting fragrance; fill my appetite for marathon hours that unveiled in the day; inhaling the ravishing that wafted from her impeccable countenance, My bones dictated me to dexterously move; in order to save her sacrosanct visage; from the minutest of evil suspended in the air circumventing her, My eyelashes dictated me to bat; render myself in innocuous submission; in front of her heavenly demeanor; transiting me way back into joyfully innocent childhood, My tongue dictated me to lick; clean every iota of 145

path she was about to tread on and celestially purify; with my stream of passionately dribbling and volatile saliva, My nails dictated me to probe; nimbly trail down her nape; to thunderously ignite the waves of unconquerable compassion between our blessed entities, My arm dictated me to dig; adroitly pave the foundations of our dwelling; construct it with formidable brick and stone; for us to blissfully reside during the remainder of our destined life, My shoulders dictated me to carry her philanthropically magnanimous body; protect her from even the most inconspicuous shadow of danger; perilously lurking behind her ravishing form, My throat dictated me to leap and bounce; gasp in incomprehensible ebullience; with its Adams apple swirling more vivaciously than the volcano; the moment it witnessed her fabulously fascinating grace, My lungs dictated me to stay silent; create an ambience of perpetual solitude; so that she didn’t get disturbed the slightest in her spell of unimaginably intense concentration, My skin dictated me to tremble in boisterous excitement; shiver more hysterically than freezing snow in the peak of blazing summer; in order to welcome her Kingly persona with diminutive humility, My conscience dictated me to immortally bond with her sacred soul; stand taller than the skies beside her; whenever she needed me, And my heart dictated me to love her; embed this existing life of hers with so much care; that it was more than what anybody could ever possibly muster; even in infinite lives….

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MORE THAN GOD COULD HAVE MISSED EARTH Your voice seemed to me a supremely obfuscated blur; although you were standing at whisker lengths from my body; screaming hysterically into my sensitive eardrum, Your footsteps seemed to me like a frigidly lazy yawn; although you were tumultuously banging your bohemian feet across the savagely metallic floor, Your laughter seemed to me like lame ducks floating on the docile pond; although you were thunderously chortling into loud guffaws as you watched the clown fall down, Your eyes seemed to me like dark clouds hovering in dull consternation; although you were staring ferociously towards my visage as if planning to eat me for nocturnal supper, Your dance seemed to me like the dead squirrel lying on the stone since ages; although you were vivaciously swishing your bones to stridently blaring sleazy music, Your hands seemed to me like flimsy spider webs; although you were clapping them ardently under the mid day Sun, Your clothes seemed to me like vaguely obsolete shadows; although you had adorned your demeanor in fabulously glittering attire, Your lips seemed to me like squelched and frivolously light pulp; although you had embellished them with garish lipstick; were pursing them indefatigably as each minute unveiled by, Your hair seemed to me like decayed strands of the morbid broomstick; although you flirtatiously fluttered them at thin distances from my cheeks, Your fingers seemed to me like evanescently buried fossils; although you had flooded them with incredulous strings of scintillating diamonds and pearls, Your tongue seemed to me like lifeless tiger skin suspended dolorously from the ceiling; although you cheekily moved it inside your mouth umpteenth number of times in a single minute, Your sweat seemed to me like a transiently fading mirage melting at electric speeds as the seconds unfurled by; although you let it pour poignantly upon my eye as you conversed boisterously by my side, 147

Your feet seemed to me like the miserably evaporating waterfall lasting for only frugal periods after the monsoons; although you had encompassed them in alluring chains of white silver; audaciously struck your big toe in the center of my chest, Your skin seemed to me like fermented milk rotting in open space since ages; although you had inundated it with overwhelmingly austere rose scent; and it glowed more tenaciously than the moon had ever shone, Your nails seemed to me like old frogs croaking in timid submission just before their death; although you had pruned them meticulously with contemporary times; vibrantly cuddled my soft cheeks with your piquantly painted nail polish, Your ears seemed to me like colorless pools of saliva loitering on the dusty street; although you had decorated their dainty periphery with opulent jewelry; dangled them seductively before my face, Your belly seemed to me like charred firewood; nimbly smoldering embers of subsiding fire; although you had enveloped it in mesmerizing silk; gyrated it voluptuously to captivate my attention, Your height seemed to me like the diminutively inconspicuous dwarfs; although you trespassed on spiffy heels; stood at a handsome stature from the nonchalantly flat ground, Your bangles seemed to me like infinitesimal beads of orphaned cotton; although you shook them vehemently near my ears; permeating the still ambience around with volcanic noise, And I am profoundly sorry to say O! beloved that all I was able to make out of you was a blurred and a slim mosquito; unable to appreciate your alluring charisma and royal grace, As I gawked at your persona in open mouthed amazement; missing you perhaps more than God could have missed this earth when you were gone; was infact meeting you after 3 torturously complete days…

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BIND US TOGETHER The moment she was with me I shouted at her stringently; showing her my fists in indignation, But I realized it only when she went off to sleep; that I craved to speak to her; missed the bustling noise of her footsteps. The moment she was with me I teased her unrelentingly; scowled at her making ungainly faces, But I realized it only when she went out shopping; that I longed for her like anything; desperately craved to hear the melody in her voice. The moment she was with me I kept scratching my hair; hardly paying attention to the activities she recited of the day, But I realized it only when she talked the same to her alien friends; that how inquisitive I was to hear it passionately from her mouth. The moment she was with me I castigated all attempts of hers to tie my shoelace; portraying myself to be a perfect man, But I realized it only when she went to mothers place; as to how inevitably I needed her; and what a child I became in her absence. The moment she was with me I shrug the food she made; declaring it to be bland and tasteless, But I realized it only when she fed the same lovingly to the servants; as to how much I cherished each meal she prepared. The moment she was with me I revolted vehemently that she snored; not letting me sleep blissfully for even a single minute, But I realized it only when she slept in the lawns; as to how much I missed her caress; the ardor in her breath that intermingled with mine. The moment she was with me I protruded my tongue at her for not bathing; admonishing her for flooding my nostrils with a smell like rotten tomato, But I realized it only when she walked out of the house in anger; that I found the most exotic of perfume to be raw dirt in front of her perspiration. The moment she was with me I pointed fingers at her eyes; saying that she was horrendously squint, But I realized it only when she closed them abruptly at me; as to how mesmerizing were her lashes; the poignant empathy that they oozed out every unfurling 149

second. The moment she was with me I told her to dismiss off from my presence; leaving me alone to delve in my world of fantasy, But I realized it only when she exited; that my dreams ended there and then; and each pore of my body cried for her in agony. Therefore this is my humble plea to you O! Almighty lord; please don’t separate us ever, For she was my blood and I was her breath; and we would die a gruesome death to take birth again as lovers; if you didn’t BIND US IN THIS LIFE TOGETHER…

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WHEN I LOST MY LOVE I DROWNED MYSELF in large beer cans of alcohol, Lay the whole night on desolate sands of the beach, Traversed bare feet through scorching territories of stone ground, Sang nostalgic rhymes while kissing the winter breeze, Grew strands of unruly beard on the immaculate skin of my face, Stared unrelentingly all night at the cameo of twinkling stars, Consumed food abstemiously with occasional sips of soiled water, Erupted with volatile outbursts of anger at the slightest of provocation, Walked at languid pace with the acerbic sun filtering through my eyes, Wore pure suits of torn jute blended with cheap pieces of leather, Lambasted myself with incessant strokes of the whiplash at dawn, Distributed all my affluence to the needy and impoverished, Disposed my smoke Grey sedan in fathomless waters of the ocean, Burnt all novels which contained even minuscule traces of romance, Refrained to cast frivolous glances the charismatic passing by, Sequestered myself from pragmatic realities of life, spending life like a relic in a dilapidated barn, Ploughed the earth with my pickaxe shovel; the only means of survival, There was a time I had bounced radiantly; blooming with life, While at the present moment though; I sobbed all day and sinister night, As I no longer possessed the power to win back my love, To shrug of the obliteration's and make her forever mine.

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WHEN IN LOVE Even if you slapped me hard in my cheek; mercilessly whipping the succulent flesh of my body, I would still bow down my head in obeisance; proclaim vociferously to the world that I loved you. Even if you spat on me loads of your tangy saliva; castigating me openly amidst scores of civilians; for the most inadvertent of my mistakes, I would still offer you a glass of spring water to mollify your anger; say audaciously that I loved you. Even if you starved me of food for the entire day; refraining to cast an amicable look in my direction, I would still endeavor my best to make you frivolously smile; trying to enlighten the pallid atmosphere; declare without hesitancy that I loved you. Even if you made me polish the dilapidated floors till they shone like mirrors; dictatorially commanded me to wipe your shoes, I would still worship your feet in due reverence; whisper to the obdurate brick walls that I loved you. Even if you made me iron your ostentatious clothes; dressing me in threadbare sacs of corrugated jute, I would still engulf you with the extra rag on my body; when you were shivering; sobbing hysterically in front of you to convey that I loved you. Even if you shut your eyes when I confronted you; smirking haughtily when I tried to utter the most diminutive of sound, I would still carry you to your bed when your dreary toes floundered to hold their weight on the ground; kiss you gently on your lips to portray I loved you. Even if you deliberately snapped off my car brakes; making sure I met with a ghastly accident the next time I drove, I would still utter your name while lying submerged in pools of greasy blood; shout as hard as I could expend my lungs to say that I loved you. Even if you wished derogatory for me night and day; ominously stared at 152

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me for no fault of mine, I would still pray to the creator to impregnate your life with bountiful riches; ubiquitously disclose that I loved you. Even if you pushed me from the aircraft hovering at an unprecedented altitude in the clouds; waiting anxiously to witness the scenario of my inevitable death, I would still smile compassionately at you; fervently hoping to witness your grace again in the next birth; unanimously declare to all that I loved you before I relinquished breath. Do you want to know the secret behind my blatantly irrational behavior; the cause for my uninhibited sacrifice, Well its simply this darling; that I had loved you intensely since the moment I first saw you, And WHEN IN LOVE; I only knew to chivalrously give; for the moment I asked you to grant me favors in return; I would be christened as the "biggest beggar".

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IN ORDER TO REPAIR In order to repair the broken door; what was required was a plethora of finely chiseled nails; along with an adroit carpenter, In order to repair the tumbledown television; what was required was a maze of intricate wires; and the services of a technician, In order to repair the severely corrugated road; what was required was bountiful amounts of fresh mud; to be scrupulously compacted by the gigantic bulldozer, In order to repair the shoddy shoe; what was required was strong spools of thread; and a metallic bodkin to meticulously stitch the same, In order to repair the fragile economy of the country; what was required was a stringent dictator; who thoroughly refrained from indulging into the most inconspicuous of malpractice; shirked his face away from taking bribe, In order to repair the houses flooded with the onslaught of stormy coastal waves; what was required was to evacuate the afflicted from the tyranny of sea, In order to repair the dilapidated car; what was required was a host of scintillating spare parts; and a drum replete with lubricant oil, In order to repair the punctured tier; what was required was a few bellows of compressed air; which lay incarcerated in the hand pump, In order to repair the contemporary timepiece; what was required was a pair of lead batteries; engendering white current to flow, In order to repair the shattered mirror; what was required was long pieces of pellucid glass; along with a rotund bottle of sticky glue, In order to repair the disheveled painting; what was required was an artist blending it with vibrant colors from his brush; transforming its complexion into virtually new, In order to repair raw wounds oozing blood; what was required was a sprinkle of emollient antiseptic, In order to repair the gaping hole in the wall; what was required was articulately sculptured bricks; which could fill the same to 154

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perfection, In order to repair the discarded aircraft; what was required was to refuel it with gasoline; strengthen its tapered wings, In order repair burnt hair adorning the scalp; what was required was to tonsure the scalp entirely; to facilitate brand new clusters to grow, In order to repair the torn parchment of bonded paper; what was required was adhesive tape which held the sheet in a vice like grip, In order to repair the earthquake stricken edifices; what was required was to dismantle them completely; replacing them with fresh ones having superior resistance to shock, In order to repair the smashed web of the spider; what was required was to feed the beast with lots of insect; thereby granting it strength to spin another one, In order to repair wholesome darkness prevailing on this earth; what was required was the omnipotent light of courage shining unrelentingly, And in order to repair my broken heart; what was required was a girl who could love me intensely; make me oblivious to the horrendous anecdotes and my miseries of the past.

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THE ARROW OF LOVE When an arrow of barbaric iron struck me on my chest; rivulets of blood trickled down rampantly, Soft portions of flesh were brutally invaded; and I emitted loud screams of anguish under my vanishing breath. When an arrow of glittering gold struck me perilously close to my ribs; I initially felt elated at witnessing the opulence embedded, However after a while the beats of my heart reduced dramatically; and an uncanny numbness seemed to be encompassing my persona. When an arrow of acrimonious thorns struck me in my eye; I felt a sudden gush of blindness encroach upon my silhouette, The world now seemed an obfuscated blur of its original self; and I now sighted the dazzling sun in the sky as gruesomely black. When an arrow of piquant chili struck me in the center of my nostrils; I experienced fuming sensations engulf my breath, Eloped as fast as my skinny legs could carry me; to dip my burnt skin in revitalizing water. When an arrow of obnoxious tobacco struck me on my lips; the derogatory odor made me inevitably cough, Some of the derogatory powder had also entered my intricate intestines; and I vomited out the poisonous extract with my inebriated eyes feebly closing down. When an arrow of resplendent silver struck me in my legs; I at the onset appreciated the gleam and accentuated shine, Although after a few seconds had elapsed; collapsed in a bedraggled heap on the stony floor; unable to bear the tyranny anymore. When an arrow of pointed glass struck me in my face; indiscriminately permeating through my cheek, I felt as if stabbed by millions of scorpion tails; lost holistic consciousness instantaneously succumbing to the mighty onslaught. When an arrow of golden honey struck me on my rotund stomach; this time I felt 156

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no pain not even the slightest of discomfort, However with rising of the next dawn; a conglomerate of parasites and leech had camouflaged my skin from the world; greedily sucking the nectar as well as long pieces of my bone. When an arrow of charred wood struck me in my shoulder; it mercilessly ripped apart the protruding muscle, Made sooty indentations on my sparkling complexion; sapping away exuberant sources of energy from my demeanor. And eventually when the "ARROW OF LOVE" struck me in the middle of my forehead; I felt mystical sensations inundate my soul, There was a revolutionary stirring which occurred in my heart; making me completely forgetful to the heaps of tribulation I had suffered just minutes before, Drowning me into an ocean of celestial harmony; a land where there existed nothing else but an insatiable spirit to romantically exist and care.

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GLASS OF LOVE When I drank water in a glass of composite mud; the liquid tasted ravishing; with my reflection wavering erratically in it, However it contained tinges of dissolved sand; and was a trifle salty for my liking. When I drank water in a glass of deplorable copper; the liquid appeared blurred in the prevailing darkness, And when I sipped it; it had a stale odor of the rusty surface it had adhered to for many hours. When I drank water in a glass of pure bamboo; the liquid looked glistening and mesmerizing under the sun, Although even after consuming it completely; I still felt that my bowels were yet famished and incorrigibly demanded more. When I drank water in a glass of yellow molded gold; the liquid inside displayed a scintillating shine; dazzling brilliantly in the most sequestered of room, However it miserably floundered to pacify my thirst; as I was heavily circumspect in devouring the costly water. When I drank water in a glass of hardened plastic; the liquid seemed to be overwhelming still without the slightest of ripple, But the tangy flavor was blatantly absent; and I didn’t relish one sip of what I had just swallowed. When I drank water in a glass of bombastic diamonds; the liquid looked as if shimmering profusely under the moon, Although an uncanny feeling enveloped my stomach; a feeling as if I had eaten the glittering diamonds. When I drank water in a glass of pencil lead; the liquid inside looked obnoxiously black; readily acquiring the color of its vessel, And I felt like puking it out with ferocious intensity; after having dubiously gulped it. When I drank water in a glass of broad green leaf; the liquid inside resembled the perennial pastures sprawling over the valley, But alongwith it there entered a fleet of invisible insects in my 158

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throat; and I shivered inadvertently envisaging the aftermath of disease. When I drank water in a glass of heavy stone; the liquid pretty normal to drink, However lifting the glass proved to be a bit cumbersome; and I felt a bit perturbed by the flimsy effort. And eventually when I drank water in the "GLASS OF OUR LOVE"; blending it with a concoction of her heavenly tears, The water tasted as sweet as never before; as impeccable as sacrosanct god; as exotic as the gyrating fairies in the sky; and it instantly put me into an inevitable slumber.

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THE TENACITY OF MY LOVE Even If you were an obdurate stone; with loads of callousness embedded rigidly in your persona, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transformed you into molten wax rampantly dripping down; eventually blending with the earth. Even if you were the dry desert; harboring a plethora of acrimonious cactus and violently blistering winds, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; inundated you with fresh water; imparting a perennial wetness to your sands. Even if you were the satanic demon; with your armory of brutal teeth scintillating wickedly under the moon, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; brought about a dramatic metamorphosis in you; converting you into an immaculate angel. Even if you were the incorrigible dictator; rebuking all in proximity with your volley of expletives and commands, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; pacified you overwhelmingly; exonerated the bitterness in your voice. Even if you were deadly poison; causing instantaneous death on consumption, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; completely annihilated your venom; making you as sweet as golden nectar. Even if you were pallid paint sticking languidly to the walls; propagating waves of disparaging gloom in the ambience, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; impregnated you with brilliantly vibrant color; made you profoundly smile. Even if you were poignant green chili; thunderously shouting expending supreme capacity of your lungs, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transmuted you into innocuous sugar; irrefutably sweet in taste. Even if you were the viciously lethal reptile; baring your fangs at me with utter hostility, 160

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I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; changed you into the resplendent fish; gliding sedately through the swirling ocean. Even if you were blazing volcano; torching all those who came even centimeters near you; devouring innocent humans in your fiery belly like inconspicuous insects, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transfigured you into the melodious stream weaving its way enchantingly through meadows of soft grass. And even if you were the idol of horrendous hatred; ostracizing humanity severely for its benevolent deeds, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; rekindled in you the essence of sharing; the insatiable urge to caress and care.

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YOU LIVED IN MY HEART You lived in my intricate eyes when I saw the world; taught me to discerningly distinguish between the good and evil, You lived in my ears when I listened to sound; made me stringently aware of the most minuscule of voice in proximity, You lived in my feet when I traversed the parched earth; making sure that my toes remained reinvigorated at all times, You lived in my fingers when I wrote literature; making me chisel sheer magic out of nondescript words, You lived in my stomach when I swallowed food; assisting me to scrupulously digest the same, You lived in my nails when I scratched the wall; imparting me with the tenacity to peel off the pallid paint, You lived in my tongue when I spoke; blessing me with the tact of producing a melodious noise, You lived in my nostrils when I breathed air; seeing to it that the purest part of it entered the jacket of my lungs, You lived in my veins when they pumped crimson blood; ensuring that it flowed rambunctiously all throughout the day, You lived in my throat when I gulped cool water; facilitating it to smoothly cascade down my neck, You lived in my luscious lips when I smiled; making it appear profoundly incarcerating in front of the audience, You lived in my slender bones as I grew; impregnating them with tones of calcium; making me audaciously confront the most bizarre of situation, You lived in my armory of teeth when I masticated my meals; making sure that I crushed each obdurate morsel into silken chowder, You lived in my mind when I tried to contemplate; providing me with the most adept solution to my baffling enigma, 162

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You lived in my scalp every time I felt like caressing it; incorporating the follicles of my hair with resplendent shine, You lived in the wildest of my fantasies; the most weirdest of my dreams; making it wholesomely sure that they didn’t cause me any harm, You lived in the lines embossed on the back of my palm; chalking my destiny to be as bright as possible, You lived in my sweat as it dribbled down my cheeks; inundating it with a perennial shine, You lived in my scent as the day unveiled itself into shivering night; embedding my persona with an everlasting essence, And most importantly you lived in my heart invincibly imprisoned; as it had absolutely no vacancy for any other entity to exist.

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ROPE OF LOVE When they tied me in ropes of slender steel; mercilessly cupping my hands in an airtight embrace, I felt submerged by disparaging despair in the beginning; although after a while I used my ingenuity and managed to wriggle out completely free from my bondage. When they wound me in ropes of sparkling diamonds; the acerbic edges of stone pricked me severely in my veins, I was a blend of tribulation and supreme rhapsody at witnessing the jewels; although after a few hours I astutely succeeded to chisel the same and hastily absconded. When they strangulated me in ropes of threadbare rubber; securely tying my hands and feet, I felt the breath imprisoned in my chest stifling every unleashing minute; although I somehow achieved to find a rusty knife; eloped like the frisky giraffe after chafing my ropes. When they enmeshed me in ropes of acrimonious thorns; the stinging nettles made me profusely bleed, I felt an obfuscated blur encircle my eyes; although after a few determined gasps; I opened my barricades insurmountably flexing my muscles; and decamped surreptitiously via the boundless ocean. When they tethered me uncouthly in ropes of live snakes; with the hooded monster snaring its venomous fangs on my cheek, I felt an armory of Goosebumps creep up on my skin; sweat dribbling like torrential rain from my body; although in the end I was able to defeat my lethal adversary; and fled for my life as fast as those tiny legs of mine could carry me. 164

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When they enslaved me in ropes of thick tree roots; a plethora of worms and pugnacious ants crawled on my body from the same, I initially felt miserable with the insects abhorrently tickling my flesh; although a few minutes of intense contemplation; I was able to unwind the knots; and galloped as speedily as I could from the dense jungle. When they captivated me in ropes of blistering iron; stuffing my mouth with tones of fetid cotton, I thought this was going to be my last day of holistic survival; although within seconds I discovered a gas stove nearby; judiciously used the flames to snap open my chains and then transgressed through the heavy door to escape. When they incarcerated me in ropes of coarse cloth; hanging me upside down with my feet tautly kissing the tall ceiling, I started perceiving the world as being grotesquely distorted; although after a few breaths I used my teeth to acrobatically open my chords; and fled the disdainful scenario; leaping through partially open window. When they bound me in ropes of crude glass pieces; stripping every bit of cloth from my persona, I felt a stream of fresh blood oozing incessantly from my raw wounds; although I still managed to break free vehemently flinging the pointed shards from my arms. And eventually when they imprisoned me in the "ROPE OF LOVE"; with my beloved lying blissfully by my side, I endeavored as hard as possible to scamper away; but this time though the mesmerizing essence of her entity; the invincible power of her devotion for my being; held me incorrigibly on the ground; to bask for centuries unprecedented in the glory of her widespread arms.

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THE FIRST TIME The first time when I swam in fathomless waters of the Atlantic; my legs felt dreary with feverish exhilaration; my heart palpitated 100 beats faster, There was an incredulous feeling of confronting the storm; floating abreast the opalescent fish; caressing the drifting corals as I plunged down. The first time when I ate freezing icecream; infinite buds of taste stood up on my tongue in bewildered alacrity, I greedily gulped the blend of protuberant cherry and cream inadvertently smearing some of it on my nose; to satiate my thirst in the scorching winds of summer. The first time when I witnessed an accident; the lifeless form of an innocuous pedestrian lying in a river of crimson blood, Uncanny shivers ran down my spine at swashbuckling speeds; a dark blur obliterated my eyes; and I swooned in a disheveled heap on the ground. The first time when I saw a crackling fire; heaps of logs being incinerated by a tiny matchstick, I felt besieged by waves of curiosity; unwittingly poking my fingers in the sapphire blue flames; although I quickly withdrew them before my flesh got charred to soot. The first time when I smoked a cigarette; I felt something vindictively burning in my throat, There were incessant bouts of coughing; succeeded by clouds of grey air wafting from my mouth. The first time when I drove my car; I felt tumultuous power encompassing me; as I could increase the speed at a mere kiss to the accelerator, However when I did so; the automobile sky rocketed towards the sky; eventually crashing into the bakery full of rotten eggs and cakes. The first time when I sat in the aircraft; I felt overwhelmed by the ostentatious interiors; the trays of plum juice being served in kingly fashion, I thought of opening the translucent glass window as I usually did as I got up from sleep; this time though I was rebuked by the airhostess from doing 166

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so; as it could mean a difference between life and death. The first time when I drank peach flavored wine; there was a massive cyclone that engulfed my mind, I seemed to have lost refined degrees of sophistication; barked a volley of malicious expletives looking my employer straight in his eyes. The first time when I heard the tiger growl in the jungle; the sonorous screeching of the owl; I felt clusters of hair stand like needles on my skin, Also I didn’t need to find a plush lavatory; as I had performed the call of nature in my pants. The first time I attended a bombastic party; with a conglomerate of sparkling lights falling in dispersed beams; I felt awkward reverberations entrench me from all sides, And my situation exacerbated; when my parents introduced me to the ensemble of dignitaries; who sipped beer as casually as they had mineral water from their glass. The first time I held a gun in my hands; they unrelentingly shivered with cold sweat dribbling down my forehead, I knew I had to kill my adversary to save my own life; but in the end succumbed to the tyranny of fate; as I couldn’t muster the tenacity to fire. The first time when I heard my name; the voice of my mother stringently addressing me in her domineering, I felt as impregnable as god in the sky; as I had now been bestowed supreme recognition to my otherwise neglected entity. And the first time when I saw her; sighting her silken hair blowing with the wind; I instantly fell in the dungeon of love, Wanting to be incarcerated with her celestial form; away from the nuances of the world for ever and ever and ever……….

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POLISH I polished my shoe using a blend of molten wax and color; exerting onerous strokes with my hands, As an aftermath they shone brilliantly under the sun; however after a few hours of transgressing through the streets; they were completely covered with squalid mud. I polished the nondescript wall using a canister full of turpentine oil; painting the same with shades of sparkling white, As a result it appeared a stupendous treat to the eye; however after a while I noticed abashing chocolate smudges which the children must have left while playing. I polished the necklace of lackluster silver by dipping it in pure milk; vigorously kneading its periphery applying stringent lemon, As a manifestation it shimmered magnificently under the beams of moon; however when I sighted it after a few days it had again acquired incorrigible stains of black juxtaposed with perspiration. I polished my plate of food submerging it in a bath of foam; then scrubbing it with a cloth of flocculent silk, It glistened marvelously as if brand new; however after consuming my meal of rice and curry; it again got coated with blemishes of black and blue. I polished the windscreen of my car drenching it in tepid water; then massaging it till it emanated a screeching sound, The effect was so incredulous that I could almost spot stars sleeping behind the sun; however after few minutes of driving the glass again looked tainted with a sheet of nascent dust lining its borders. I polished my finger nails using scarlet nailpolish; meticulously applying it to engulf the entire surface, The effect was pretty exotic as they conspicuously glimmered under the lights; however after a fortnight the color seemed to as evanescent as the passing 168

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storms. I polished my teeth using a fat smear of tangy toothpaste; resolutely stroking the brush umpteenth times on their surface, As a consequence the armory of my enamel radiated like scintillating pearls; however as the day unveiled itself into night; I saw a host of germ and bacteria sticking merrily to them. I polished my attire using an antiseptic bar of detergent; brushing away the most minuscule particle of dust from my collar, As a result of which I got profoundly noticed in public; however after a few minutes a speeding car sprayed a drizzle of fetid water while passing; and my immaculate demeanor was now converted to mere shambles. I polished the floor all day using all sorts of modern contrivances; even going to the extent of licking it clean with my tongue, As an inevitable outcome it emitted brilliant ramifications of purity; however after sometime was rendered indescribable; as unruly strangers entered with their dirty feet. But as far as my beloved was concerned she didn’t need the slightest of sparkle; the slightest of ostentation to project her persona, The inner beauty of her heart perennially shone; irrespective of changing seasons and the unleashing of time, She was the only person who by my perception was the most beautiful; the one who didn’t need the slightest of polish.

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IF I WERE TO CHOOSE If I were to choose from; speeding in a motorboat to swimming against choppy waves of the ocean, I would prefer wading across the stormy waters profusely moving my arms; rather than the insipid journey in the cruise liner. If I were to choose from; languishing on the flocculent couch to sleeping on the stone cold floor, I would prefer to caress the ground; roll wildly in unparalleled exuberance; rather than the effeminate comfort of the bed. If I were to choose from; transgressing the desert barefoot to riding on profoundly hunched camel back, I would prefer to walk feeling the tenacity of blistering sun on my back; rather than petulantly torture the innocuous beast. If I were to choose from; reaching the pinnacle of the mountain top on cable car to clambering up using a knotted rope, I would prefer to onerously scramble my way to the top basking in the spirit of paramount adventure; rather than descending on my destination without flexing the slightest of my muscle. If I were to choose from; drinking opulent wine floating in swanky glasses to crystalline liquid extracted from the belly of earth, I would prefer rapidly gulping the scintillating water; rather than collapsing in a disheveled heap on the ground after devouring the inebriating elixir. If I were to choose from; inhaling artificial air from the compact cylinder of oxygen to breathing directly from the atmosphere, I would prefer to expand my lungs to their full capacity in my chest drawing in ravishing puffs of oxygen; rather than respiring the adulterated surroundings. If I were to choose from; watching television to voraciously reading infinite lines of literature, 170

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I would prefer to exorbitantly exert my eyes trying to innovatively perceive in the dormitories of my mind; rather than indolently viewing gaudy images flickering on the silver screen. If I were to choose from; dancing in the sleazy discotheque in an ambience of bombastic lights to swirling on the vast ground, I would prefer to rambunctiously gyrate under the dazzling sun god; rather than consciously moving my body in the realms of nimble sophistication. If I were to choose from; residing in the grandiloquent palace to the rustic interiors of a tumbledown hut, I would prefer to live in the ramshackle barn with boisterous droplets of rain cascading freely through blatantly gaping holes; rather than having a fleet of bodyguards parading around my impoverished persona. If I were to choose from; staying secure in custody of the corrupt leaders den to flinging my life away for the sake of my country, I would prefer; to indiscriminately shed my blood on the battlefield rather than keep leading a life of opprobrious contempt. And if I were to choose from; my beloved and boundless notes of white currency, I would definitely prefer her compounded with our penurious condition to live; rather than leading a lackluster life divested of the desire to struggle; a life utterly bereft of the zeal to live.

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WHEN WE TALK ABOUT LOVE When we talk about the fiery body of sun; it's magnanimous stature in the sky, The cardinal thing that inundates our mind; is its dazzling shine; and the blistering rays that emanate indefatigably throughout the day. When we talk about the placid persona of lake; the plethora of ripples embodied on its surface, The salient thing that floods our mind; is the boats floating on it; the conglomerate of resplendent fish beneath its surface. When we talk about the blossoming flowers in the garden; the wild stalks of grass circumventing them, The chief thing that deluges our mind; is the fragrance that perennially wafts from them; the sweet nectar incarcerated in their core. When we talk about the colossal desert; the sweltering heat permeating the ambience like dagger heads of acrimonious steel, The conspicuous thing that overwhelms our mind; is the astronomical amounts of slippery sand; the hunchbacked camels traversing through its territory. When we talk about the steep mountains; gigantic streams of water plummeting down their slopes, The remarkable thing that imprisons our mind; is its summits standing abreast the clouds; the melodious gurgling sounds of liquid cascading down towards the ground. When we talk about the tenacious wind; turbulent draughts of breeze sweeping the periphery of earth, The prominent thing that encapsulates our mind; is rustling of the tree leaves; the loose granules of mud which fly incoherently in air. When we talk about the preposterously huge whales; their monstrous pair of teeth which pulverize humans to chowder, The main thing that engulfs our mind; is swirling waves of the majestic ocean; the animated aquatic life inhabiting the fathomless waters. 172

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When we talk about the diminutive mosquito; its proliferation in pools of fetid water, The profound thing that envelops our mind; is incessant sounds of cacophonic buzzing; the animosity in sting which painstakingly infiltrates in our flesh. When we talk about gargantuan slices of cheese; the rich and sumptuous odor diffusing from the same, The supreme thing that strangulates our mind; is the sacrosanct cow yielding immaculate milk; the delicious taste it would impart when we revolve it in our mouth. And when we talk about true love; the blissful aftermath of falling in romance, The first thing that inevitably pierces our mind; is the mesmerizing image of our beloved; the celestial reflections of her dainty feet.

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THE ONLY PERSON Even If an inconspicuous particle of dust entered your eye; making you wildly scratch with your tender palms, That very moment I would go completely blind; wholesomely abdicating the ability to perspicuously see. Even if you tripped inadvertently on the floor; slightly bruising the skin on your fragile shoulders, That very moment I would collapse on the ground; developing a series of multiple fracture in my feet. Even if you coughed a trifle; as an aftermath of poignant pepper encompassing your nostrils, That very moment I would have unrelenting bouts of rapid breathing; incessantly sneeze till the time my eyes popped out of their sockets. Even if you perceived a baseless fear; of drizzling rain water disdainfully drenching you, That very moment I would gruesomely drown in the colossal ocean; incorrigibly refraining to steer my way up the surface. Even if you tossed and turned petulantly on the bed for a few minutes; before falling into a sound slumber, That very moment I would irrevocably stare into black space; keeping awake the entire night like a dreaded insomniac. Even if you banged your robust fists softly into the wall; expressing your profound indignation at getting late for office, That very moment I would put my hands under the springing axe; pulverizing them into infinite splinters of bone. Even if you contracted a minuscule infection; with the imbalance in your body disappearing within a few hours of stringent medication, That very moment I would have astronomically high levels of tribal fever; with the entire of my silhouette burning like a piece of red coal. Even if you got an iota pierced; by the irascible mosquito unceremoniously hovering around, That very moment I would be bitten by swarms of stinging bees; 174

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inserting their venomous tentacles into my cheeks. Even if you felt a little suffocated; wading through the claustrophobic queues for the railway ticket, That very moment I would relinquish breath in perpetual entirety; and my heart would cease to throb in its cavity. All this is because you are "THE ONLY PERSON" I have profoundly loved in my life sweetheart; the only deity I worship and adore, And as every breath of yours unleashes; mine gets automatically a million times faster.

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I WOULD STILL CONSIDER MYSELF THE RICHEST Even if you possessed a plethora of thoroughbred horses; galloping handsomely through moist paddy fields, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of drowning my persona into the cascade of her silken hair. Even if you had a palace profusely embedded with gold; dungeons replete with scores of glittering diamonds, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I could tickle the mesmerizing skin of her cheek; sending inexplicable shivers down my spine. Even if you possessed swanky cars to philander across the countryside; a fleet of helicopters following you at close quarters, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had her ravishing breath caressing my neck; catapulting me into waves of tumultuous rhapsody. Even if you possessed a private swimming pool; impregnated with crystal spring water from the mountains to bathe in, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of sighting my reflection in her glistening tears. Even if you possessed a pair of fur coated shoes; with exquisite leather studded commensurately at all quarters, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of lying in complete surrender at the pair of her dainty feet. Even if you possessed a flurry of maids to serve you dinner; ornate glasses embellished with pearls to drink opulent wine, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of masticating boiled rice prepared fresh by her sacrosanct hands. Even if you had a colossal assemblage of people spuriously worshipping you; applauding you wholesomely for your most minuscule of deed, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of witnessing her ingratiating smile; which grew distinctly large as she spotted me. Even if you had a conglomerate of effeminate statues; sculptured to immaculate 176

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perfection; molded out of molten wax and draped with the richest quality of silk, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of embracing her impeccable demeanor in entirety. Even if you had a sword embodied with iridescent jewels; which you placed in a scabbard made of rustic panther skin, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the audacity to confront any power in this world; simply uttering your enchanting name. Even if you had a gargantuan basket of roses; extravagantly stashed with flowers from all round the globe, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of absorbing the essence of golden sweat which dribbled from her body. Even if you possessed flamboyant pairs of sunglasses; embodied with jugglery of enthusing designs; and gaudy strips of plastic, I would still consider myself the richest; as I had the privilege of viewing my reflection in her emphatic eyes. Even if you possessed the tangiest of toothpaste; incorporated in garish interiors of an ostentatious bottle, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of appreciating the scintillating armory of her teeth. Even if you possessed a golden band fudged with sapphire emeralds; dipped in an ocean of honey, I would still consider myself as the richest; as I had the privilege of being slapped by her delectable hands. And even if you procured the entire wealth in this world; owning every dwelling protruding from the surface of earth, I would still consider myself the richest man on earth; as your affluence miserably floundered to purchase her; while I had the privilege of possessing her in mind; body and soul; perpetually till the time she tangibly existed.

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WOULD YOU EVER BELIEVE

Would you ever believe if I called a nondescript table of teakwood; as a vivacious bird soaring high in the sky, Would you ever believe if I called a ruffled sheet of paper; as a chunk of glittering gold, Would you ever believe if I called a grandiloquent watch embodied with diamonds; as a lump of bedraggled stone, Would you ever believe if I called a mountain of compacted mud; as a switchboard of pugnacious electricity, Would you ever believe if I called a resplendent rainbow in the sky; as a broomstick with incongruous bristles, Would you ever believe if I called a rusty canister of dilapidated iron; as a mesmerizing rose growing in the garden, Would you ever believe if I called a pink tablet of luxury soap; as a mosquito hovering acrimoniously in the cloistered room, Would you ever believe if I called a boat rollicking merrily on the undulating waves; as a rustic jungle spider, Would you ever believe if I called a valley profusely embedded with snow; as an unscrupulous dog on the street, Would you ever believe if I called a pair of luscious lips; as a disdainfully fetid shoe, Would you ever believe if I called a fluorescent rod of light; as a jagged bush of cactus growing in the sweltering desert, Would you ever believe if I called the blazing sun; as a pudgy bar of delectable chocolate, Would you ever believe if I called an angular sculptured bone; as acid bubbling in a swanky bottle, Would you ever believe if I called a scintillating oyster; as an inarticulate matchstick coated with lead, Would you ever believe if I called a cluster of bells jingling from the ceiling; as a sordid cockroach philandering beside the lavatory seat, Would you ever believe if I called a fruit of succulent coconut; as a 178

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dead mans morbid tooth, Would you ever believe If I called a steaming cup of filter coffee; as gaudily colored water emanating from the street fountains, Would you ever believe if I called the majestic statue of a revered historian; as a slab of tangy peanut butter, Would you ever believe if I called a vibrant shirt; as a protuberant pigeon discerningly pecking its beak at grains scattered on the floor, Would you ever believe if I called a flocculent bud of cotton; as a camouflaged lizard transgressing through wild projections of grass, Would you ever believe if I called a photograph depicting the steep gorges; as a gutter inundated with obnoxious sewage, Would you ever believe if I called a lanky giraffe; as a convict nefariously lurking through solitary streets of the city, Would you ever believe if I called a pair of flamboyant sunglasses; as a weird tattoo to be adhered to the chest, Would you ever believe if I called a chicken's egg; as logs of sooty charcoal abundantly stashed in the colossal warehouse, Would you ever believe if I called a biscuit replete with golden honey ; as a ominously slithering reptile in the jungles, Would you ever believe if I called a bald man possessing a profoundly tonsured scalp; as a gas balloon floating in insipid air, Would you ever believe if I called a ring embellished with crystal diamonds; as an inconspicuous and distorted metallic pin, Would you ever believe if I called a crimson crested parrot; as a tray containing frozen ice, Would you ever believe if I called a glass made of pallid plastic; as a gargantuan well flooded with water and dead frogs, Would you ever believe if I called wooden beams dangling from the ceiling; as finely squelched juice of red radish, Would you ever believe if I called an articulately painted canvas; as slime coated fossil lying in close proximity with the sea bed, Would you ever believe if I called a diminutive tadpole; as a fortified wall commensurately aligned with burnt bricks, Would you ever believe if I called a mammoth elephant; as rotten pulp 179

of mango being tossed indiscriminately on the street, Would you ever believe if I called a truck inundated with cumbersome machines; as an aromatic seed of plant, Would you ever believe if I called a sheet of crisp paper; as a rubicund fruit of juicy plum, Would you ever believe if I called a trouser of jaded jeans; as a greeting card fudged with scores of ostentatious lines, Would you ever believe if I called a ravishing pair of eyelashes; as a disheveled pantry inhabited with clusters of stray mice, Would you ever believe if I called a dazzling yellow helmet; as a preposterously huge whale of the ocean, Would you ever believe if I called a piquant stick of chili; as an animated butterfly fluttering at low heights from the ground, Would you ever believe if I called a hideously black rope; as a mushroom sizzling in the blistering oven, Would you ever believe if I called a magazine of lead bullets; as an avalanche of snow plummeting down the mountain at turbulent speeds, Would you ever believe if I called an incredibly cool air-conditioner; as a curry of decayed cream lying obsolete in the garbage heap, Would you ever believe if I called a scintillating tooth; as a big toe of a striped panther, Would you ever believe if I called a jazzy strip of belt; as a corrugated assemblage of tree roots, Would you ever believe if I called a slate of pure chalk; as a tier floating harmlessly in water, Would you ever believe if I called a chain with infinite loops; as a graveyard sprawled with morbid coffins, Would you ever believe if I called a pot bellied tortoise; as a languid peel of paint hanging lackadaisically from the nondescript wall, Would you ever believe if I called a shimmering coin of currency; as a zany zebra galloping at whirlwind speeds through the desert, Would you ever believe if I called a bottle of inebriating rum; as a frigid contact lens agglutinated to the eye, 180

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Would you ever believe if I called sacrosanct religion; as licentious profanity, Would you ever believe if I called candid truth; as a profoundly blatant lie, Would you ever believe if I called the omniscient personality of god; as a perniciously diabolical devil, And would you ever believe if I called "true love"; as a spurious product of imagination; a frivolous case of casual infatuation.

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WHILE PASSING BY HER HOUSE While philandering through the bustling traffic streets; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was obnoxious clouds of derogatory smoke rising in the air, While strolling past the sea shore; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was swirling waves breaking down into infinite granules of froth after striking the rocks, While gallivanting on a horse through the meandering mountain lanes; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was unsurpassable depth of the panoramic valley, While ambling languidly through a lush green cricket field; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was an ensemble of polished stumps well embedded in the ground, While trespassing through the vivacious circus grounds; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was garishly attired ludicrous clowns, While walking gingerly on a frayed rope; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was the tall board fluttering high and highlighting finish, While soaring at astronomical heights from the ground in an airplane; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was the boundless expanse of misty white clouds, While penning down intricate lines of literature; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was a table of sparkling mahogany wood on which were placed the bulky sheaf of paper, While swimming underwater with an assemblage of opalescent green permeating into my eyes; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was the preposterously huge shark gliding past at whisker lengths from my persona, While clambering up the steep mountain; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was fiery body of sun profoundly illuminating the sky, While sipping sizzling tea from the triangular shaped paper cup; the 182

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most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was the rustic brown liquid incarcerated within; in gay abandon, While dangling from the elastic branches of a densely foliated tree; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was the catacombed hive; inhabited by the obstreperously humming bee, While lying sprawled on a bed of pudgy and redolent grass; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was a blanket of mesmerizing stars scintillating vividly in the crystal clear sky, While riding on a hunch backed camel tightly straddled to its sides; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was the blistering expanse of shimmering sands spreading almost till eternity, While traversing up towards the 150th floor in a grandiloquent elevator; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was a impeccable panel of rotund buttons; with a jugglery of numerals embossed immaculately upon them, While praying incessantly in front of the idol of the omniscient creator; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was an ingratiating aura lingering profusely around his sacrosanct forehead, While vigorously kneading chunks of flaccid dough; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was pellucid bottles incorporated with appetizing recipes stashed neatly on the shelves, While rolling voraciously in a pond of fetid manure; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was a fleet of pigs darting rampantly in my direction, While wading through a tunnel engulfed by perennial darkness; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was diminutive beams of faint light flooding intermittently, And while passing by her partially obfuscated house window panes; the most conspicuous thing that caught my eye; was emphatic contours of her enamouring face; the stupendous beauty hidden well within her glistening eyes.

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YOU CAN NEVER BREAK OUR PERPETUAL LOVE In order to break the scented flower; they crushed it indiscriminately with their large and bohemian feet, In order to break the fortified edifice; they blasted it with pugnacious dynamite; to send it crumbling like a pack of silken cards towards the obdurate ground, In order to break the inflated balloon; they pricked it with a rusty iron pin to evacuate tones of stale air incarcerated inside, In order to break the soft mountain of pudgy mud; they punched it hard in the midriff; with their callous hands, In order to break through the computer; they invented ingenious ways and means to decipher its enigmatic password, In order to break the solid log of dried timber wood; they used a serrated edged metallic saw; ruthlessly slicing through its body, In order to break the slender candle of wax; they melted it in crackling flames; leaping rampantly from the kitchen fire, In order to break long shards of pellucid glass; they smashed them against jagged rocks; sending them flying into infinitesimal splinters all around, In order to break a colossal pool of placid water; they viciously struck the same with corrugated twigs; engendering a plethora of waves to creep up on the surface, In order to break stillness of air; they permeated it with strident tunes of discordant cacophony; emanating from the loudspeaker, In order to break the conglomerate of satiny clouds; they marauded the same with poisonous pellets and sharp missiles, In order to break the pointed thorn; they pulverized it to pulp; after boiling it in sizzling water, In order to break triangular cubes of frozen ice; they kept them under stringent light of the sun; and then waited for the inevitable aftermath to follow, In order to break through the fool proof house; they adroitly 184

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deactivated the incredulous burglar alarm; stepped barefoot without making the slightest of sound into the house, In order to break the lethal snake; they snapped apart its venomous fangs; rendering it as innocuous as a domicile rabbit, In order to break the skull; they banged it tenaciously with a crude bludgeon; dismantling it into incommensurate halves, In order to break bonded paper stuck with adhesive glue; they weakened it substantially by applying loads of slippery saliva, In order to break intense concentration; they flooded veins in the body with gallons of inebriating alcohol, In order to break an individuals moral; they incessantly castigated him; made a baseless mockery of his caricature, And in order to break our "PERPETUAL LOVE"; they tried their best attempts possible; however miserably floundered; as it was impossible to accomplish the same without taking our lives; and even if they did that; they would yet be unsuccessful; as we would definitely be reborn again; to love each other more intensely than we ever did before.

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NOSTALGIA The fish slithering in the claustrophobic swimming tank; had a nostalgia for swirling waters of the gargantuan ocean, The flower sprouting from the cloistered pot; had a nostalgia for growing in farm soil; with an ambience of wind blowing tenaciously, The spider crawling in dingy corners of the dilapidated mansion; had a nostalgia for traversing through vivacious threads of web; dangling from trees in the amazon forest, The crimson beaked bird incarcerated in grilled cage; had a nostalgia for flapping its wings exuberantly in the sky, The blistering lava imprisoned at unprecedented depths beneath the ground; had a nostalgia to fulminate into infinite fountains in fresh air, The globules of fat moisture trapped in ominous thunder clouds; had a nostalgia for cascading down rampantly in the form of glistening rain, The biscuits of glittering gold embedded in dilapidated dungeons; had a nostalgia for; people admiring them in dazzling rays of the sun, The lifeless panther embodied in the mammoth photograph; had a nostalgia for coming out alive; open his jaws in a domineering growl, The blind man traversing on the streets with a disdainful stick; had a nostalgia for sighting the world; fantasizing it in its most stupendous form ever, The battalion of frogs in the solitary and deep well; had a nostalgia for bathing in pools of monsoon water, The hunch backed camel trespassing through the crowded city streets; had a nostalgia for wandering languidly in the sandy desert, The diminutive flames of wax candle stifling with the slightest of breeze; had a nostalgia for being the escalating flames of a crackling fire, The granules of white salt jailed tightly in pellucid bottles; had a nostalgia for being sprawled on the saline sea shores, The scientists stalling for time on marshy soil; had a nostalgia every minute for inhabiting the opalescent moon, The tones of noxious gas encapsulated in an inflated balloon; had a nostalgia 186

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for whistling past the air at lightening speeds, The pallid milk stored in canisters of rusty iron; had a nostalgia for oozing out from blossoming teats of the sacrosanct cow, The people residing in alien countries; had a nostalgia for returning back as quickly as possible to blend with their native mud, The orphaned child wailing incoherently on the dusty roads; had a nostalgia for embracing his departed mother, And every palpable entity treading on this earth; had a nostalgia for finding its soul mate; languishing in the aisles of desire and perpetual relationship; till the time it inhaled air and blissfully existed.

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ONE MUST LEARN In order to taste the sweet kernel of coconut; one must learn to break open its obdurate shell, In order to experience the ravishing aroma of waves; one must learn to tenaciously swim in the choppy waters, In order to imbibe the splendor of the desert; one must learn to traverse audaciously on the blistering hot silver sands, In order to relish the coolness of ice; one must learn how to scrupulously masticate it, In order to savor the flavor of milk; one must learn to adroitly squeeze it from blossoming cow teats, In order to enjoy the scent of lotus flower; one must learn to bathe in a pond replete with a curry of slushy mud; blended commensurately with creepers sprawling in all directions, In order to hear strident tunes of music; one must learn to keep his ears in close affinity with the rustic country discotheque, In order to bask in pure light; one must learn to sit perseveringly under fiery golden rays of the sun, In order to extract exorbitant amounts of gold; one must learn to dig till unfathomable depths; with hostile blade of pickaxe intermittently brazing against the knee, In order to embellish the body with serrated crocodile skin; one must learn to kill the ferocious beast; then adroitly strip its skin from its diabolical network of bones, In order to uninhibitedly smile; one must learn to flex ones lips profoundly; stretching the cheeks as far as possible, In order to sip delectable tea; one must learn to burn his taste buds profusely; as the steaming liquid came in proximity with the tongue, In order to witness exuberant wails of an innocuous infant; one must learn to deliver the same after undergoing months of painstaking agony, 188

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In order to sketch mesmerizing shapes of the hills; one must learn to commensurately blend root color; vivaciously swishing the brush on sprawling sheets of plain white canvas, In order to envisage celestial fairies and angels; one must learn to exert the tendons of his brain to fullest capacity; and then dream, In order to get bountiful crops; one must learn to sow the right proportion of salubrious seeds, In order to make the morbid surface of walls sparkle; one must learn to whitewash them; with mammoth chunks of chalk powder and paint, In order to feel tangy perspiration trickle down the nape; one must learn to clamber up the mountain barefoot in sweltering waves of heat, In order to survive; one must learn to stand unflinching against the hostile vagaries of this world; prove his true mettle in every sphere of life, And in order to love; one must learn to unselfishly sacrifice; wholesomely dedicate his mind; body and soul to the deity he reveres; the person who made him feel every unveiling minute of the day; that he was breathing; he was alive.

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YOU WERE MY HEART BEAT I was the jewel of your mystical eyes; the infinite clusters of eyelashes drooping down from your lids, While you were my ability to see; my omnipotent power of sight. I was the glow that encapsulated your lips; the luscious color that made them poignantly scarlet, While you were tinkling laughter; the smile that besieged the contours of my face till eternity. I was the unprecedented number of cells that lingered in your brain; the network of membranes that made it function blissfully, While you were my virtue to prudently discriminate; the immortal strength of my memory. I was your rubicund tongue; the gallons of free saliva circulating ecstatically in your palette, While you were my mesmerizing voice; my invincible prowess of eloquent speech. I was your intricate veins; the dainty flesh that entrenched them in entirety, While you were the golden droplets of sweat that oozed from my arms; the crimson blood traversing ferociously through my body. I was your ears; the globules of impeccable flesh dangling nimbly across your cheek, While you were my ability to decipher the most ethereal of sound; my tenacity to hear and tolerate ignominious rebukes of the society. I was your stomach; the conglomerate of intestines incoherently entwined inside, While you were the sumptuous food residing there; putting me contentedly into a tranquil slumber. I was your dainty feet; the spongy toes protruding symmetrically from within deep recesses of your supple skin, While you were my energy to surge forward; my unrelenting fervor to bounce ahead in life. 190

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I was your hands; the delectable armory of fingers which harmoniously moved to accomplish scores of Herculean tasks, While you were the lines embedded in the center of my palm; the path which portrayed and executed my destiny. And I have no inhibitions revealing that I was your heart; the air which you inhaled; the breath that escaped with an exhilarated gasp from your nostrils, While you were the beats that made my heart violently throb; the pulse that trembled placidly in my wrists; the very purpose for which I was breathing and alive this second; and would retain life for many more hours to unwind.

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TOOLS I had a fantasy to write prolifically; inundate every space of bonded paper with exquisite literature, The only tools I had were my knotted fingers; a labyrinth of impeccable tunnels in my brain; to pen down the lines; transform my dream into tangible reality. I had a fantasy to clamber Mount Everest; reach its Herculean summit suspended in thin wisps of clouds, The only tools I had were my strong legs; an overwhelming tenacity in my mind to set my foot on the coveted peak. I had a fantasy to swim amidst the swirling waves; relish the pungent spray of the ocean splashing across my cheek, The only tools I had were my muscular arms; the exhilaration in my body propelling me to surge forward. I had a fantasy to scratch scintillating crusts of gold; from the mammoth chain of underground rocks, The only tools I had were my incongruously extruding nails; the pertinence in my persona to keep peeling; till I found that incorrigible glow. I had a fantasy to drink frosty milk; sip the unadulterated elixir with great relish painstakingly down my throat, The only tools I had were my articulate fingers to extract the same from mother cow; alongwith a canister to fill the same as it oozed out. I had a fantasy to smell the stupendously exotic; drown in its fragrance for times immemorial, The only tools I had were the incredibly red and redolent rose; a pair of supremely sensitive nostrils; drawn inevitably towards the flower. I had a fantasy to ride on the majestic lion; caress my hands nimbly through the beasts nape, The only tools I had were a stick impregnated with tanned leather; loads of unprecedented and daunting courage enveloping my demeanor. I had a fantasy to plummet head on from the aircraft; fly uninhibitedly 192

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in the galaxy of resplendent stars; before reaching the earth, The only tools I had were conventional strings of the parachute strapped to my back; astronomical amounts of resilience in my countenance; to descend like an angel from the heavens. I had a fantasy to voraciously read through a library of books; profusely blend with the history of medieval times, The only tools I had were my insatiable ability to imbibe; crystalline and emphatic eyes bestowed upon me by the creator. I had a fantasy to listen to enchanting music; drift myself wholesomely towards the most mesmerizing and melodious tunes, The only tools I had were insurmountable patience to wait for the nightingale to open its beak; hollow spaces of my eardrum to assist me grasp the rhapsody in the sound. And I had fantasy to philander in the aisles of ravishing romance; burn passionately in the flames of immortal love and desire, The only tools I had were my mightily pounding heart; and my impeccable yet enchanting beloved.

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THE ONLY BEAT I POSSESSED The only sound I heard all day; was your mesmerizing voice, The only color that I fantasized all night; was that of your luscious lips, The only objects I saw; were what you unrelentingly perceived, The only skin that I wanted to kiss till infinity; was the one engulfing your crimson cheek, The only writing I ardently adored; was one that exquisitely flowed from your delectable fingers, The only relation that I profoundly acknowledged; was your magnificent and immaculate visage, The only food that I yearned to consume; was the one already pulverized with your scintillating teeth, The only scent that drowned me into waves of perpetual ecstasy; was one emanating from your ravishing hair, The only tunes I danced too; were the passionate clapping of your dainty hands, The only air I breathed; was the one rampantly diffusing from your nostrils, The only mantra I chanted incessantly; was your irrefutably sacrosanct name, The only reflection I witnessed; was the one pouring harmoniously from your impeccable eyes, The only agony I felt; was saline streams of water trickling down your cheek, The only nostalgia I had for; was poignant memories of your innocuous childhood, The only shadow that submerged me; was one that radiated majestically from your persona, The only exhilaration in my life; was tinkling gasps of your vivacious laughter, The only rest I had; were your fingers silently caressing my forehead, The only obsession I had; was your everlasting fragrance sending shivers of rhapsody down my spine, And the ONLY BEAT I POSSESSED; was the heart incarcerated in your chest; 194

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throbbing turbulently the instant it sighted me; bonding me immortally in the invincible grip of your romance.

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INCOMPLETE Every cloud in the cosmos was incomplete without rain; the water that instilled signs of life in the dead; after cascading down, Every wave in the sea was incomplete without raw salt; the granules of tanginess embedded, that granted it a ravishing aroma, Every pearl incarcerated within the slimy oyster was incomplete without its shine; the scintillating glow that crowned it the king of all gems, Every flower protruding from the soil was incomplete without its petals; the intricate furls of crimson that inundated the air with a rejuvenating fragrance, Every bird soaring in the sky was incomplete without its wings; the slender flaps of skin that engendered it to fly, Every patch of earth was incomplete without mushy grass; the tendrils of enchanting green; which voluptuously tingled the feet, Every mountain was incomplete without its summit; the towering peaks that profoundly distinguished it from the ordinary lumps of mud, Every lion transgressing through the dense jungle was incomplete without its growl; the thunderous sound that petrifies all animals in vicinity; to the last bone of their spine, Every desert was incomplete without its sands; the golden crystals of slippery soil that flew rampantly in the air with the rustic breeze, Every star in the sky was incomplete without its twinkle; the omnipotent shimmer diffusing from its demeanor, Every dungeon was incomplete without darkness; the appalling gloom that encompassed it in entirety, Every cactus extruding from scorched mud was incomplete without its thorns; the acrimonious bristles; which stabbed like infinite burnt needles when caressed, Every snake slithering through the marshy swamps was incomplete without is venom; the poison impregnated in its fangs that strangulated its victim to 196

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ghastly death, Every fire burning was incomplete without its flames; the leaping wisps of blistering smoke that wafted out as an aftermath, Every man was incomplete without a moustache; the black bush of hard hair embodied stringently to his lips, Every temple was incomplete without god; the omnipresent aura inhabiting each space, that created us all, Every mother was incomplete without her child; the innocuous infant that suckled milk from her chest, Every heart was incomplete without its vivacious beat; the throbbing pulse embedded that unleashed life, And every life was incomplete without love; the person who made it feel special; the person who made it feel the reason to be blissfully alive

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LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT I didn’t know who she was; what was her veritable name, I had no idea how she looked; the most minuscule perception of her shadow, I was completely oblivious to the color of her hair; the shade of mascara she applied to her eyes, I didn’t know where she lived; the slightest of insinuation regarding her religion, I was wholesomely unaware of the cadence of her voice; the tone in which she spoke, I miserably dithered in guessing her true age; wasn’t apprised the least of the course she was studying, I failed to conceive whether she was rich or indigent; the hierarchy that possessed her, I never could imagine the silhouettes of her lips; the freckles prevalent in tandem on her face, I hadn't the slightest premonition about her nature; whether she was tranquil or loved to menacingly shout, I couldn’t contemplate the people she liked; the hobbies that entrenched her life in her pastime, I had never visualized her stature; whether she was tall or abnormally midget, I didn’t know the rings that adorned her fingers; the texture of the fabric that embellished her countenance, I was at a profound loss of her words to describe her dreams; the things which she fantasized about the most, I appeared imbecile when someone queried me about her looks; whether she was ominous as the diabolical monster; or was a replica of godly white, I hadn't the slightest idea of the food she liked; the appetizing delicacies that titillated her appetite, I was badly befuddled; at a loss for words; when quizzed about the 198

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places she adored; the animals she liked, I couldn’t cogitate the least regarding her hair; whether it cascaded down till the floor; or she had it as short as a man, I didn’t know where she last came from; the next step she was going to tread in town, Yet when we met; banging inadvertently against each other on the crowded street; our eyes seemed locked till infinite times; the words I Love You; just mumbled out themselves; and we were proud to proclaim that it was indeed "LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT".

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I LOVED YOU AND STILL HATED YOU I loved your eyes for they were mesmerizing and beautiful; globules of empathy trickling down their periphery; the instant they witnessed someone in agony and pain, At the same time I hated them for wandering around unwittingly; trying to explore and admire beautiful faces except mine. I loved your hands as they were masculine and tough; caressed through the satiny ensemble of my hair; drowning me into an ocean of perpetual ecstasy, At the same I hated them for inadvertently brushing across someone in the crowd; entwining in a vice like grip with alien fingers; occasionally during the day in a handshake. I loved your smile as it was delectably amicable; making me gasp in utter bewilderment, At the same time I hated it when you flashed the same at cocktail parties; greeted every person on the door with it spreading infectiously across your facial contours. I loved your sonorous voice; the crisp yet enchanting sounds which emanated when you opened your mouth to utter my name, At the same time I hated it when you used the same to appease your confederates; addressed colossal gatherings; emphatically on the mike. I loved your revitalizing aroma; the scent of perspiration that dribbled profusely from your body, At the same time I hated it; when your overwhelming charisma crowned you the king in the office; insatiably drifted your female counterparts in intimate contacts with your persona. I loved your unsurpassable sense of concern; the umpteenth number of times of times you slept on the cold floor; for me to relish the warmth of the 200

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fire, At the same time I hated it; when you displayed it to others; went out of your way to gratify their demands. I loved your ears; the flaccid globes of flesh dangling majestically across your neck swaying nimbly in the air, At the same time I hated them for listening attentively to intricate sounds; instead of being wholesomely engrossed in mine. I loved your hair; the jet black strands of follicles that profoundly embellished your scalp, At the same time I hated them; when they blew rampantly in the direction of wind blowing from the opposite side. I loved your breath; the passion it ignited when It plummeted down the bare skin of my cheek, At the same I hated it; when an infinitesimal portion of it struck the earth; instead of blending completely with my soul. And I loved your heart; was simply enamored to hear it throb turbulently against my palms, At the same time I hated it; as the girl next door wanted to imprison it as badly; as perhaps I could die for it.

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WHAT THE ENTIRE WEALTH COULDN’T PURCHASE What the entire palace wasn’t able to offer; with its towering rooms studded with scintillating jewels, Was imparted by the dingy little seaside hut; with swirling waves of the ocean; intermittently submerging it with coats of rejuvenating spray. What the entire pool of water wasn’t able to offer; with mesmerizing fountains cascading all over, Was imparted by the miserly waterfall; pacifying the thirst of wanderers in the blistering currents of summer. What the entire air-conditioner wasn’t able to offer; gargantuan coolers blowing at full velocity refrained from providing, Was imparted by a single draught of wind; drifting with the rustling branches of the forest; inundating your senses with a serene calm. What the entire electric bulb wasn’t able to offer; with a barrage of lights flickering incessantly throughout the day, Was imparted by solitary rays of the sun; the tenacity in its fire blazing through the corridors of gloomy space. What the entire magic wasn’t able to offer; shows portraying the same held in ostentatious halls; in an ambience of superfluous pomp, Was imparted by the mystical mountain; the echoes reverberating loud and enigmatic through its unfathomably deep gorge. What the entire barrel of wine wasn’t able to offer; sparkling mugs of beer and elixir miserably dithered to produce, Was imparted by a single stream of salubrious milk; oozing painstakingly from the belly of the sacrosanct cow. What the entire bottle of scent wasn’t able to offer; the plethora of blends floundered in making the aroma evoke, Was imparted by a single rose; with the redolence wafting from its petals drowning you in waves of immortal euphoria. 202

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What the entire orphanage wasn’t able to offer; the delinquent nurses deviated from doing, Was imparted by the impeccable mother; the gentle passion in her palms putting the child to blissful sleep. What the entire thesaurus on religion wasn’t able to offer; the sanctimonious priests on umpteenth occasions wavered to deliver, Was imparted by the omniscient creator; the magnetism in his eyes; solving all quandaries besieging life. And what the entire wealth in this world wasn’t able to offer; the dungeons replete with glittering gold and silver failed to imprison, Was imparted by your beloved; that every draught of her breath granting you a thousand lives; that every beat of her heart passionately whispering in your ears to be alive.

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BROKEN HEARTS In order to resurrect the broken nose; one needed to perform adroit surgery, In order to recondition broken hair; one needed to scrub them profusely with silken shampoo, In order to mend the broken mirror; one needed to reinforce it with pellucid strips of glass, In order to remold the broken mountain; one needed to impregnate it abundantly with giant chunks of loose mud, In order to reform the broken sentence; one needed to harness it articulately with coherent words, In order to recharge the broken lake; one needed inundate it open-heartedly with sparkling water, In order to rehabilitate the broken house; one needed to embed its hollow spaces with commensurately burnt bricks, In order to refurbish the broken orchard; one needed to plant foliated trees; embody every barren patch of soil with salubrious seedlings, In order to restore the broken web; one needed to let loose in it an armory of venomous spiders, In order to revitalize broken eyes; one needed to dip them in a tissue drenched with tangy cologne, In order to revive the broken mind; one needed to fantasize unrelentingly night and day, In order to repair the broken nest; one needed to stuff it with a conglomerate of corrugated sticks, In order to reconstruct the broken watch; one needed to synchronize it meticulously with needles and machinery, In order to reform the broken city; one needed to work in tandem and perfect synergy to accomplish this Herculean task, In order to rebuild the broken bones; one needed to consume 204

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astronomical amounts of solid calcium, In order to rejuvenate the broken senses; one needed to listen to enchanting music; dance animatedly under the resplendent moon, In order to remake broken clay; one needed to knead it dexterously into marvelous silhouettes, In order to reshape the broken gutter; one needed to fumigate the fetid rivulets of sewage; under stringent rays of the sun, In order to rekindle broken relations; one needed to live in harmony with evergreen nature, And In order to reinstate a BROKEN HEART; one needed to impart it the love it perpetually desired; blend its pulsating beats with the person whom it longed for; the entity whom it uninhibitedly loved.

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I NEEDED TO DIE So that you could sleep blissfully all night; languish in the aisles of desire with an enchanting yawn engulfing your face, I needed to wake up with my eyes incorrigibly open; fighting valiantly against the most inconspicuous of evil hovering around. So that you could eat appetizing food; masticate ravishing chunks of poignant butter with stupendous relish, I needed to sustain life on bland slices of bread and water; remain famished with a large bandanna stringently encapsulating my stomach. So that you could bathe in crystalline water dribbling from the alps; apply the most bombastic of shampoo on your dainty skin, I needed to be content rolling in a slush of dirty rain water; remained unwashed on the trot; sometimes for days. So that you could fly kites high and princely in the sky; tugging the strings ecstatically with your petite hands, I needed to run helter-skelter in vicinity; trying to capsize all the broken ones entangled on trees; for you to continue your extravaganza. So that you could play in a cool ambience of air-conditioner; caress soft toys and view astounding cartoons, I needed to traverse through the blistering deserts; bear the brunt of disdainful sands right on my face. So that you could wear the best of clothes; embellish you entire flesh with beads of glittering gold, I needed to gallivant naked in the freezing cold; bereft of a single cloth on my body. So that you could watch exhilarating pictures; inundate your ears with enigmatic tunes, I needed to tear every hair from my scalp; in evolving innovative ideas for you to view. So that you could laugh wholeheartedly; smile with passionate charisma all round the clock, I needed to slog it out against the uncouth world; shed tears of 206

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scarlet blood in my unrelenting battle to win. So that you could talk loquaciously; flamboyantly announce your presence in bustling crowds, I needed to inevitably keep myself subdued; stay completely lackluster and dumb in public. So that you could fantasize incessantly; day-dream rampantly about all the wonderful lurking in this mystical world, I needed to exist in pragmatic reality; transgress through a valley of rusted thorns; for you to romanticize in the corridor of pleasure. And So that you could live life like a princess; rule the entire universe with the power of your wealth, I needed to abdicate breath instantaneously; to metamorphose all your dreams into perpetual reality; O! yes I NEEDED TO DIE.

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ONE INSTANT One instant we were scratching wildly; deeply embedding unruly nails in our skins, While the next moment we embraced each other tightly; placidly lying down on the couch. One instant we were pulling our hair; almost uprooting each strand firmly adhered to its scalp, While the next moment we fondled each others palms; intricately tracing the lines that lay deeply embodied therein. One instant we were pummeling ourselves in the stomach; hurling a volley of abashing expletives at one another, While the next moment we stared unrelentingly into each others eyes; drowning ourselves wholesomely into an ocean of mesmerizing dreams. One instant we were kicking frantically; tickling ourselves voraciously in the ribs; and our hands coated with piquant chili powder, While the next moment we whispered nimbly in each others ears; reciting enchantingly true and passionate tales of fantasy. One instant we were making obnoxious faces; scowling at one another with our tongues audaciously peeking out, While the next moment we assisted each other in the kitchen; to harmoniously prepare appetizing delicacies; for nocturnal supper. One instant we were screeching rampantly like savage tigers; inundating our eardrums with thunderous sound, While the next moment we went off to blissful sleep; safely and securely in each others arms. One instant we were rolling in a slush of squalid mud; splashing dirty water fervently on our bare skins, While the next moment we sang in unison with the nightingale; drifted our minds towards sedative sounds; emanating from the dense undergrowths of the 208

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jungle. One instant we were brandishing swords on our bodies; clanging them incoherently against each other, While the next moment we sprinkled dying plants with water; sipping the same gently from our hands. One instant we were fighting like cats and dogs; banging the pillow at one another; till the fluff whizzed out in a frenzy, While the next moment we kissed each other on the forehead; applying antiseptic creams on our bruises. And one instant we looked at one another in sheer hatred; with rays of contempt emitting belligerently from our eyes, While the next moment we confessed that we were madly in love; prayed to the creator to keep us bonded in the strings of immortal romance.

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HOLY MARRIAGE Every thunderstorm in the sky; was accompanied by pelting rain, Every festival celebrated on earth; was accompanied with loads of vibrant color, Every bird flapping its wings in the atmosphere; was accompanied by revitalizing draughts of free air, Every wave clashing against the rocks; was accompanied by gallons of silken froth, Every irritation in the intricate eye; was accompanied by a disdainful redness enveloping its crystalline white, Every tiger transgressing through jungle territory; was accompanied by his thunderous growl, Every entity walking through the land in light; was accompanied by its lanky shadow, Every delicious meal devoured with relish; was accompanied by a discordant burp, Every midnight after a hectic days work; was accompanied by an everlasting yawn, Every slab of ice placed on a granary of sand; was accompanied by sweating of water, Every watch adorned smartly on the wrists; was accompanied by the ticking of its slender needles, Every jewel embellished on the ring; was accompanied by magnificent shine, Every camel gallivanting languidly through the deserts; was accompanied by its obnoxious yet delectable hunch, Every stream placidly situated amidst the mountains; was accompanied by a few ripples, Every car sky rocketing into daylight; was accompanied by the whirring noise of its tiers, Every spurt of wholehearted laughter; was accompanied by gregarious smiles, 210

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Every altercation; hurling of contemptuous abuse; was accompanied by hostile war, Every spell of rain in blistering sunlight; was accompanied by the opalescent rainbow, Every flame of blazing fire; was accompanied by inconspicuous wisps of frigid smoke, Every mother inhabiting the surface of this globe; was accompanied by her darling children, Every god residing in Heaven; was accompanied by omnipotent power, And every anecdote of true love; unprecedented desire for each other; was accompanied by "HOLY MARRIAGE".

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I WANTED TO LOVE I wanted to sleep in a land where there sprang the first rose; the tranquility in the atmosphere pacifying my agitated senses, I wanted to dream in a land where there lingered the first cloud; celestial fairies were bouncing delectably around, I wanted to eat food in a land where there hung the first fruit; the reinvigorating aroma of fresh grass fomenting pangs of raw hunger in my stomach, I wanted to yawn in a land where there twinkled the first star; its placid shimmer; drowning me into waves of enchantment and siesta, I wanted to trespass through a land where there was embedded the first layer of soil; virgin twigs and a conglomerate of fluffy leaves fervently awaiting to be trampled by my feet, I wanted to breathe air in a land where there floated the first draught of breeze; the unadulterated wind besieging me with overwhelming rhapsody; every unfurling second, I wanted to view scenic nature in a land where there flew the first flamingo; mammoth eggs of the ostrich about to hatch; mold and harness themselves into magnificent fledglings, I wanted to play in a land where there hung the fist chimpanzee; clusters of innocuous rabbits merrily traversed in perfect harmony and unison, I wanted to scratch my skin blood red in a land where there hovered the first mosquito; petulant lizards and robust worms wandering about in gay abandon, I wanted to swim in a land where there swelled the first sea; its silken and tangy froth; profoundly rejuvenating my dreary soul, I wanted to chew inebriating leaves in a land where there sprouted the petal of tobacco; languish in the meadows with the aftermath; placing me into a blissfully sedative fantasy, I wanted to sketch mesmerizing lines in a land where there stood the first mountain; its towering summit blending with sky; impregnating an insatiable itching in my fingers to draw, 212

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I wanted to dance in a land where there was gyrating the first dolphin; the mysticism in its eyes propelling me to add strides to my pace; move incessantly to the beats of hissing snakes, I wanted to study in a land where there meditated the first saint; the omnipotent power of his ideals metamorphosing me into the strongest entity, I wanted to smile in a land where there laughed the first clown; the comic distortions of his face inevitably triggering uncontrollable guffaws from my persona, I wanted to fight in a land where there marched the first soldier; the true spirit of freedom in his eyes; and the armor in his hands; annihilating the most minuscule trace of fear from my cowardly visage, I wanted to sing in a land where there appeared the first shadow; the enigma in its obscure silhouette; engendering me to convert my subdued whispers into melodious tunes, I wanted to work in a land where there existed the first mother; the tenacity of her blessings igniting the real stalwart hidden inside me, And "I WANTED TO LOVE" in a land where there lived the first girl; the very first woman who wholesomely loved me; blended her heart; soul and desire with mine.

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THE MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT The most embarrassing moment for a barber was when he inadvertently annihilated all traces of the bushy moustache; alongwith scrupulously trimming scalp hair, The most embarrassing moment for a pilot was when he dozed off for split seconds; only to witness his spacecraft nose-diving towards gruesome blackness, The most embarrassing moment for a doctor was when he unwittingly dispensed the wrong medicine; treated the patient for a running nose; although he was suffering from stomach infection, The most embarrassing moment for a teacher was when she was caught red handed; for giving full marks to a student who had jotted a romantic picture story instead of solving mind boggling sums of arithmetic, The most embarrassing moment for a businessman was when he signed a blank check; presuming it to contain a parsimonious amount of money, The most embarrassing moment for a tailor was when he stitched cloth upside down; evolved a night pant out of the fabric which was supposedly meant for an office shirt, The most embarrassing moment for an acrobat was when he toppled head on from the slender string; collapsed on the obdurate ground like a school kid having just started to learn rope walking, The most embarrassing moment for a tea taster was when he certified inebriating whisky as royal tea; having a mesmerizing aroma and a delectably crackling flavor, The most embarrassing moment for a baby sitter was when she dropped the infant on the ground; envisaging it to be a piece of chocolate wrapped in soft candy paper, The most embarrassing moment for a jeweler was when he added scintillating pearls to his tea; perceiving them to be crystals of sweet sugar, 214

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The most embarrassing moment for an electrician was when he insipidly handed live current wires in the hands of his customer; instead of giving them the compactly molded switch, The most embarrassing moment for a zookeeper was when he opened the cage of the ferocious lion; expecting innocuous birds to fly out in tandem, The most embarrassing moment for a model was when she traversed on the ramp; with disdainful blotches of sewage adhering stringently to her face, The most embarrassing moment for a artist was when he painted the sun effeminate blue and the landscape blood red; lost in passionate fantasy while incoherently swishing his brush, The most embarrassing moment for a singer was when she sang in a tune befitting a crow; the aftermath of a sore throat; drawing squeals of condemnation from the packed audience, The most embarrassing moment for a car rallyist; was when his vehicle intractably refrained to budge an inch further; no matter how hard he tried to compress the accelerator at the start of race, The most embarrassing moment for a cobbler was when he stitched the lace alongwith the threadbare holes in the shoe; profoundly engrossed in viewing the swanky cars passing by, The most embarrassing moment for a photographer was when he snapped the clergymen encircling the ministers; instead of capturing the domineering demeanor of the president, The most embarrassing moment for a writer was when the ink in his pen exhausted; as he started to emboss the very first page of his book, And the most embarrassing moment for a person in love was when an alien girl pecked him frantically on his cheek; boldly embraced him in front of his cherished and angry beloved…

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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 216

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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".

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TO WIN HER HEART When I tried to reach her climbing perseveringly on the ladder; poking my head out embarrassingly; after reaching the 9th floor, She gave me an obnoxious stare; thrusted the broomstick on my face; sending me hurtling down on the ground; petrified to the last bone of my spine. When I tried to reach her in my private helicopter; hovering it at inches from her bedroom window, She scornfully hurled disdainful pints off vanity powder at me; thoroughly blinding me; the aftermath of which caused me to crash land in the wilderness. When I tried to reach her masquerading my voice like a female; attempting to fool her on the telephone, She instantaneously deciphered my tone; barked a volley of malicious expletives at me; before ruthlessly banging down the receiver. When I tried to reach her in my swanky car; pretentiously blowing its bombastic horn outside her door, She mercilessly emptied the garbage can on my bonnet; left me in open mouthed consternation; with flies and cockroaches from the sewage crawling all over my body. When I tried to reach her; sending her flowery letters; embossed with romantic lines which I had copied from the Shakespeare, She had a hearty laugh after browsing through the same; snapped it into infinite fragments; throwing it into the remotest corner of her dustbin. When I tried to reach her via the internet; sending her a greeting card; studded with outlines of shimmering silver, She transferred the same into the trash can simply viewing my name; let alone reading the first alphabet of the electronic message. When I tried to reach her on a horse; gallivanting effeminately in the vicinity of her residence, She whispered to her friends to shoo me away; which they executed with supreme efficiency; pelting me with their shoes; and whatever rotten piece of junk that came across their hands. When I tried to reach her through a diamond set; 218

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transferring the same into her jurisdiction alongwith a scintillating necklace of white pearls, She envisaged me to be a rich mans son; distributed the beads amongst the beggars howling on the streets; after scrupulously entangling them from the strings. When I tried to reach her through television; stylishly proclaiming her name; as well as announcing a reward to anyone who would bring her alive to me, She was appalled at my maniacal tendencies; set the police hot on my trail; for pertinently blackmailing her. While it was only when I reached her empty handed; barged through the door of her house in front of the unconventional society, audaciously blurted out "I love you; looking deeply into her eyes, That I was able to "WIN HER HEART" as she now perceived that I really loved her; wanted to imprison her forever in the vice like grip of my romance…

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BUT IMMORTALLY FEARLESS LOVE…. Eternally unshakable “Truth” can only; holistically spawn; astoundingly proliferate; timelessly lead; unassailable diffuse; and impeccable transpire; into nothing else but; Omnipotent “Truth” itself, Unconquerably righteous “Honesty” can only; enchantingly spawn; unstoppably proliferate; indefatigably lead; majestically diffuse; and beautifully transpire; into nothing else but; enamoring “Honesty” itself, Pristinely unfettered “Artistry” can only; bountifully spawn; interminably proliferate; irrefutably lead; aristocratically diffuse; and amazingly transpire; into nothing else but; poignant “Artistry” itself, Pricelessly inimitable “Humanity” can only; stupendously spawn; unabashedly proliferate; magnificently lead; jubilantly diffuse; and resplendently transpire; into nothing else but; ubiquitous “Humanity” itself, Symbiotically benign “Innovation” can only; brilliantly spawn; undyingly proliferate; insuperably lead; triumphantly diffuse; and beamingly transpire; into nothing else but; ingenious “Innovation” itself, Iridescently spell binding “Innocence” can only; celestially spawn; unflinchingly proliferate; indomitably lead; royally diffuse; and victoriously transpire; into nothing else but; bounteous “Innocence” itself, Fantastically unbridled “Passion” can only; synergistically spawn; continuously proliferate; redolently lead; forever diffuse; and uninhibitedly transpire; into nothing else but; unbelievable “Passion” itself, Altruistically ardent “Bravery” can only; handsomely spawn; compassionately proliferate; fabulously lead; ebulliently diffuse; and ecumenically transpire; into nothing else but; untainted “Bravery” itself, Well-deservedly truthful “Perseverance” can only; regally spawn; convivially proliferate; Omnisciently lead; emolliently diffuse; and tirelessly transpire; into nothing else but; undefeated “Perseverance” itself, 220

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Unfathomably sparkling “Melody” can only; ecstatically spawn; seductively proliferate; wholesomely lead; gorgeously diffuse; and indispensably transpire; into nothing else but; ravishing “Melody” itself, Invincibly unparalleled “Candor” can only; beautifully spawn; instantaneously proliferate; serenely lead; magnanimously diffuse; and quintessentially transpire; into nothing else but; magnetic “Candor” itself, Impregnably harmonious “Simplicity” can only; profusely spawn; undeniably proliferate; vivaciously lead; selflessly diffuse; and inevitably transpire; into nothing else but; Omnipresent “Simplicity” itself, Gloriously blazing “Virility’ can only; profoundly spawn; unsurpassably proliferate; vividly lead; serendipitously diffuse; and heavenly transpire; into nothing else but; unlimited “Virility” itself, Unceasingly virgin “Mischief” can only; ecstatically spawn; romantically proliferate; eclectically lead; winningly diffuse; and surreally transpire; into nothing else but; unhindered “Mischief” itself, Innocuously mesmerizing “Beauty” can only; fathomlessly spawn; steadily proliferate; symbiotically lead; heartily diffuse; and perennially transpire; into nothing else but; effulgent “Beauty” itself, Sensuously fiery “Breath” can only; limitlessly spawn; blissfully proliferate; plausibly lead; universally diffuse; and perpetually transpire; into nothing else but; voluptuous “Breath” itself, Fantastically undeterred “Determination” can only; adroitly spawn; incessantly proliferate; gorgeously lead; effervescently diffuse; and passionately transpire; into nothing else but; intransigent “Determination” itself, Magically ameliorating “Holiness” can only; indisputably spawn; undauntedly proliferate; magnetically lead; robustly diffuse; and divinely transpire; into nothing else but; unblemished “Holiness”, But Immortally fearless “Love” has; is and shall forever; mystically spawn; uncontrollably proliferate; effulgently lead; marvelously diffuse; and sacredly transpire; into all of the above and an infinite more than the imperceptible definitions of enigmatic infinite infinity…

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THAT EXACTLY AND PERPETUALLY MEANT… I wasn’t the most infinitesimal iota sad; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was enshrouded by cloudbursts of untamed ecstasy; and was invincibly happy, I wasn’t the most parsimonious iota negative; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was indefatigably embracing the Sun of unflinchingly unbridled optimism; and was triumphantly positive, I wasn’t the most minuscule iota impotent; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was proliferating into astoundingly victorious newness every unfurling instant of the day; and was unassailably virile, I wasn’t the most mercurial iota defeated; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was kissing the most royal epitomes of insuperable success; and was unbelievably victorious, I wasn’t the most infidel iota ugly; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was unceasingly blessed with the heavens of celestial resplendence; and was inimitably beautiful, I wasn’t the most vanishing iota diminishing; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was the most unconquerable crusader of tomorrow; and was eternally blossoming, I wasn’t the most diminutive iota hapless; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was serendipitously bestowed in every singleton aspect of destined life; and was impregnably fortunate, I wasn’t the most invisible iota weak; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was boundlessly impregnated with the most undaunted of calcium; and was fearlessly strong, I wasn’t the most fugitive iota sacrilegious; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was the most untainted apostle of sacredness; and was Omnipotently divine, I wasn’t the most abstemious iota wayward; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was unshakably parading towards the path of symbiotic righteousness; and was indisputably straight, I wasn’t the most oblivious iota criminal; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was the most unconquerable harbinger of humanity; and was miraculously philanthropic, I wasn’t the most inconspicuous iota cacophonic; but that doesn’t exactly mean that I was incessantly 222

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of my enchanting life; and would continue to be “Alive” for you; and only you; O! poignantly godly Beloved; even an infinite centuries after my treacherously gory death…

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DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the scent of the poignantly scarlet rose; when mercilessly trapped a countless feet beneath the vituperatively fetid gutter line? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the voluptuously tantalizing globules of rain water; when haplessly licking acrimoniously heartless desert sand; for an infinite kilometers on the trot? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the celestially tranquil meadows of jubilant grass; when traversing via an intransigently vengeful field of blood-soaked thorns? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the Omnipotently blazing Sun; when ruthlessly buried an infinite feet beneath demonically asphyxiating and blackened mud? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the innocuously spell binding lines of untamed artistry; when haplessly incarcerated within the walls of the sacrilegiously robotic and wantonly commercial office? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed impeccably bountiful childhood; when venomously enshrouded by the invidiously crippling battlefields; of manipulative pragmatism? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the ravishingly unabashed waves of the mesmerizing sea; when helplessly sealed in the parsimoniously mosquito laden crevice of the dingy wall? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the indefatigably boisterous noises of the enigmatic forest; when dismally seated beside the inexplicably wailing and inconsolably cadaverous corpse? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the triumphantly twinkling stars; when inexorably tyrannized by the murderously ghoulish blackness; and in the heart of the despondently stabbing moonless night? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the quintessential feel of the beautiful currency coin; when tirelessly begging for every morsel of food; on the lecherously dilapidated road? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the heavenly fantasies of a brilliantly unfettered tomorrow; when barbarously jailed in shackles of 225

heartlessly flaming iron; for not the tiniest fault of mine? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the caverns of victoriously unblemished sleep; when wandering like a deliriously wayward maniac; through the corridors of baselessly sinful prejudice? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the seeds of timelessly proliferating virility; when satanically placed amidst unlimitedly shriveled mortuaries of just lies; lies and forlornly despairing lies? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the brazenly unbridled ardor of enamoring youth; when both my worthlessly old and delinquent legs; uncontrollably trembled only towards lackadaisical soil? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the prayers of mellifluously divinely peace; when carnivorously dragged into the vindictively slandering precipices of ghastly war? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the amiably inimitable lap of Omnipresent mother; when the entire planet started to savagely scourge; even the most holistically nimble of my forward stride? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the pristinely silken flakes of rejuvenating snow; when the winds of unsparingly demonic summer; had torridly scorched every single leaf in conceivable vicinity? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the impregnably altruistic dwelling; when the devilishly profane darkness of the night; had taken wholesomely deplorable control of each of my nerves? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the miraculously ameliorating waterfalls; when every pore of my body was truculently forced to wither and ignominiously slither amongst the worms of ominously ribald nothingness? Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed immortally benign love; when each beat of my heart was unrelentingly castrated by the corpses of unforgivably hedonistic betrayal? And do you have any idea; as to how much I missed my Omnisciently beautiful beloved; when every of my breath was purposelessly leading every instant of impoverished life; just to fill in the number of years that destiny had impotently planned for my head…

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WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST OF HINDRANCE SETTING IN… Before I could even realize that it was “Day”; or relish its brilliantly optimistic light; the dolorously maiming horizons of evening set in; leaving me haplessly wandering in inexplicable gloom, Before I could even realize that they were “Shores”; or relish their tantalizingly moistened sands; the ferociously devastating waves of the sea set in; disastrously swiping me from my nimble feet; and into the stormy depths of treacherously bewildering nothingness, Before I could even realize that it was “Night”; or relish its voluptuously enigmatic softness; the horrendous fronds of sleep disdainfully set in; plunging me into a mortuary of unprecedentedly crippling blackness, Before I could even realize that it was “Sun”; or relish its Omnipotently flaming rays; the ominously pillaging clouds dreadfully set in; rendering me with nothing else but lividly asphyxiating pangs of depression, Before I could even realize that it was “Candle-light”; or relish its majestically peerless grandeur; the hedonistically massacring tornadoes set in; blowing me and the flames away into inane wisps of wanton meaninglessness, Before I could even realize that it was “Mystery”; or relish its uncannily enamoring scent; the monotonously pragmatic riddle set in; metamorphosing every of my bountifully unbridled fantasy into robotic despair, Before I could even realize that it was “Child-birth”; or relish its astoundingly pristine mischievousness; the agonizingly bruised cry of accidental death set in; transforming me into an emotionlessly living corpse, Before I could even realize that it was “Food”; or relish its salubriously succulent jugglery of juices; the insouciantly tawdry stream of feces set in; drifting even the most infinitesimal ounce of my mind; body and soul; into cadaverous emptiness, Before I could even realize that it was “Ice”; or relish its royally impeccable demeanor; the vindictively unsparing beams of afternoon set in; 227

melting every iota of my unimpeachable integrity into infinite pools of amorphously pathetic liquid, Before I could even realize that it was “Parenthood”; or relish its compassionately divine belonging; the cannibalistic battlefields of malicious divorce set in; wholesomely shattering every heavenly dream of mine into bizarre salaciousness, Before I could even realize that it was “Sweat”; or relish its timelessly persevering masculinity; the inevitably tantalizing breeze of laziness set in; perpetuating me to snore like an infidel eunuch; instead of gloriously replenishing with the fruits of hard work, Before I could even realize that it was “Humanity”; or relish its unassailably Omnipresent fragrance; the atrociously indiscriminate wail of war set in; fomenting me to tyrannically bleed till my last breath, Before I could even realize that it was “Artistry”; or relish its unabashedly glorious sensitivity; the coffins of deplorably sacrilegious manipulation set in; gruesomely burying every ingredient of my righteousness; into the indescribably crucifying shit-pots of hell, Before I could even realize that it was “Smile”; or relish its insuperably optimistic flavor; the preposterously languid yawn set in; lecherously dragging me into the most obliviously dilapidated maelstroms of boredom, Before I could even realize that it was “Honesty”; or relish its unconquerably unflinching mirrors of truth; the fretfully ghoulish winds of parasitic politics set in; making me rub my nose in inconspicuously worthless dust, Before I could even realize that it was “Perfection”; or relish its undauntedly ecstatic supremacy; the inconsolably bawdy human errors set in; satanically defeating me in the most quintessential processes of my existence, Before I could even realize that it was “Virility”; or relish its fantastically untainted atmosphere of celestial triumph; the indiscriminately trampling footsteps of the devil set in; engendering me to crumble beyond holistic degrees of recognition, Before I could even realize that it was “Breath”; or relish its unassailably fearless exhilaration; the unrelentingly victimizing gallows of death set in; rendering me to nothing else but an invisibly frigid 228

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whisker of worthlessness, But before I could realize or even after I realized it; or whether I actually realized it the tiniest or not; the signature of her immortal love remained perpetually embossed in every beat of my passionate heart; for even an infinite lifetimes after this destined life of mine; and without the slightest of hindrance setting in….

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AFTER WE DIE… If the acrimonious world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; wretchedly separating our sensuously titillating lips; perennially bonded in the kiss of effulgently untamed passion, If the salacious world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; diabolically separating our jubilantly effervescent cheeks; perennially bonded in the flavor of inseparably righteous togetherness, If the atrocious world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; truculently separating our resplendently tinkling feet; perennially bonded in the spirit of indefatigably untainted adventure, If the demented world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; hedonistically separating our unbelievably tantalizing bellies; perennially bonded in the most compassionately unsurpassable fires of virility, If the tyrannically world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; torturously separating our enchantingly holistic nostrils; perennially bonded in the spell binding euphoria of timelessly infallible existence, If the carnivorous world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; sadistically separating our gloriously synergistic palms; perennially bonded in the most inscrutably fructifying winds of destiny, If the ominous world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; cannibalistically separating our bountifully blossoming napes; perennially bonded in the atmospheres of tirelessly unbridled poignancy, If the delirious world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; tawdrily separating our immaculately vibrant ears; perennially bonded in the aisles of celestially unparalleled sensitivity, If the sacrilegious world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; salaciously separating our intricately seductive spines; perennially bonded in the whirlpools of unassailably fascinating intrigue, If the parasitic world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; bawdily separating our uninhibitedly truthful sweat; perennially bonded in the flames of limitlessly ardent perseverance, 230

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If the cynical world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; licentiously separating our mischievously unabashed eyelashes; perennially bonded in the valleys of surreally pristine fantasy, If the inane world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; devilishly separating our inscrutably triumphant destiny lines; perennially bonded in the swirl of fervently unceasing magnetism, If the foolhardy world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; forlornly separating our invincibly scarlet blood; perennially bonded in the paradise of impregnably altruistic humanity, If the amorphous world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; dreadfully separating our gloriously artistic fingers; perennially bonded in a boundless entrenchment of amiable charisma, If the lambasting world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; heinously separating our bounteously suckling tongues; perennially bonded in a fortress of insuperably virile and unabashedly augmenting desire, If the lecherous world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; horrifically separating our undyingly symbiotic shoulders; perennially bonded in a civilization of beautifully benign philanthropism, If the dogmatic world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; profanely separating our nimbly emollient souls; perennially bonded in a festoon of unflinchingly fearless camaraderie, If the unsparing world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; inexorably separating our compassionately heaving chests; perennially bonded in a meadow of eternally unshakable passion, If the meaningless world didn’t want us to become one whilst we were alive; satanically separating our immortally priceless heartbeats; perennially bonded in the caverns of royally undaunted love, Don’t worry; for if not in blessedly unconquerable life; we’ll still forever and ever and ever become one for an infinite more births yet to unveil; as we’d drag our bodies far far away from the enthrallment of existence; shake hands with the corpse of death; and then lets see who stops us from being unconquerably one; after we DIE…

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IT WAS INDEFINITELY IMPOSSIBLE… It wasn’t the most infinitesimal iota impossible to imagine a sensuously sensitive poet do an infinite things more; other than just writing volumes after volumes of perpetually proliferating poetry, It wasn’t the most diminutive iota impossible to imagine a manipulatively shrewd businessman do an infinite things more; other than just quintessentially pragmatic commercial dealings, It wasn’t the most mercurial iota impossible to imagine an altruistically benign philanthropist do an infinite things more; other than just tirelessly reaching out to every conceivable echelon of blessed humanity, It wasn’t the most ephemeral iota impossible to imagine a righteously persevering cobbler do an infinite things more; other than just efficaciously stitching and mending pairs of sordidly disgruntled shoes, It wasn’t the most ethereal iota impossible to imagine a bountifully gifted artist do an infinite things more; other than just profusely inundating barren sheets of insouciant paper; with unlimitedly enchanting sketches of mother nature, It wasn’t the most oblivious iota impossible to imagine an unabashedly vivacious dancer do an infinite things more; other than just inexorably illuminating the complexion of the drearily ignominious night; with her enchantingly inscrutable tread on nimble soil, It wasn’t the most obfuscated iota impossible to imagine an uninhibitedly fearless entrepreneur do an infinite things more; other than just ingeniously innovating the winds of an brilliantly unfettered tomorrow, It wasn’t the most parsimonious iota impossible to imagine an intriguingly uncanny palmist do an infinite things more; other than just perspicaciously deciphering through the countless mysteries of the human palm, It wasn’t the most fugitive iota impossible to imagine an indomitably victorious scientist do an infinite things more; other than just spell-bindingly harnessing the boundlessly replenishing resources of nature divine, It wasn’t the most mercurial iota impossible to 232

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procreate into a countless more of their own kind; and thereby inexhaustibly continue the chapters of this heavenly Universe, But it was indefinitely impossible to imagine an immortally true lover do anything else; except just inhaling; exhaling and timelessly assimilating the skies of love; love and perennially compassionate love; for an infinite more lives and benignly blessed lifetimes….

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WHILST TODAY SHE HAD SOLELY BECOME… There was a time when she was the most unparalleled flirtation of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the mischievously mesmerizing mascara; of my iridescently innocuous eyelashes,’ There was a time when she was the most nubile freshness of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the uninhibitedly unceasing blush; of my pristinely rubicund cheeks, There was a time when she was the most ardent tenacity of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the unconquerably burgeoning fearlessness; of my symbiotically harmonious bones, There was a time when she was the most unlimited fantasy of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the unabashedly glorious adventure; of my unflinchingly marching footsteps, There was a time when she was the most priceless innovation of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the rhapsodically unfettered titillation; of my invincibly indefatigable brain, There was a time when she was the most compassionate belonging of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the fierily clinging sweat; of my sensuously heaving and receding chest, There was a time when she was the most enchanting tale of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the unsurpassably uninterrupted lusciousness; of my tantalizingly pursed lips, There was a time when she was the most triumphantly effervescent element of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the magically ameliorating smile; of my blissfully synergistic demeanor, There was a time when she was the most mystical embellishment of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the inscrutably bewitching destiny lines; of my holistically benign palms, There was a time when she was the most humanitarian wand of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the unimpeachably philanthropic blood; of my inimitably fructifying veins, There was a time when she was the most enamoring magician of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the celestially replenishing goose-bumps; of my poignantly intricate skin, 235

There was a time when she was the most astoundingly proliferating wind of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the peerlessly heavenly artistry; of my sensitively curvaceous fingers, There was a time when she was the most mollifying moisture of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the unbelievably triumphant empathy; of my amiably wandering eyes, There was a time when she was the most altruistically blessing molecule of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the beautifully untainted lining; of my amicably blossoming soul, There was a time when she was the most enviable maiden of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the fantastically unbridled bride; of my inevitably destined life, There was a time when she was the most virtuously discerning wavelength of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the impregnably enrapturing sound; of my effulgently flapping ears, There was a time when she was the most undefeatedly mesmerizing reverberation of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the unconquerably mellifluous whisper; of my nimbly vacillating voice, There was a time when she was the most passionately ignited spark of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the insuperably emollient breath; of my miraculously bestowed nostril, And there was a time when she was the most perpetual beat of the entire atmosphere; whilst today she had solely become the immortally redolent love; of my timelessly flowering heart…

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STARK NAKED… You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally austere uniform of the disciplinarian policeman; which contained not even the most infinitesimal insinuation of a salaciously decrepit blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally checkered uniform of the Spartan taxi-driver; which contained not even the most insouciant insinuation of a diabolically slavering blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally impeccable uniform of the persevering butler; which contained not even the most lackadaisical insinuation of a penuriously tawdry blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally shrewd uniform of the negotiating politician; which contained not even the most intangible insinuation of a bawdily ghoulish blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally simplistic uniform of the emotionless waiter; which contained not even the most invisible insinuation of a wretchedly tyrannical blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally hygienic uniform of the clinical doctor; which contained not even the most inconspicuous insinuation of a dingily flagrant blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally stretchable uniform of the unflinching athlete; which contained not even the most parsimonious insinuation of a devilishly imbecile blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally flannel uniform of the laconic clerk; which contained not even the most infidel insinuation of a vindictively truculent blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally navy-blue uniform of the impoverished sweeper; which contained not even the most transient insinuation of a licentiously incoherent blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally professional uniform of the unnerved business magnate; which contained not even the most ethereal insinuation of a satanically incongruous blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally straightened uniform of the stringent school 237

teacher; which contained not even the most ephemeral insinuation of a pugnaciously devastating blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally sanctimonious uniform of the artificial air-hostess; which contained not even the most evanescent insinuation of a devilishly treacherous blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally crisp uniform of the reticent barber; which contained not even the most fugitive insinuation of a wickedly sacrilegious blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally brackish uniform of the obdurate fisherman; which contained not even the most disappearing insinuation of a nonchalantly unsolicited blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally plaintive uniform of the mechanical ombudsman; which contained not even the most oblivious insinuation of a hedonistically lambasting blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally calibrated uniform of the robotic engineer; which contained not even the most obfuscated insinuation of a preposterously delirious blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally grey uniform of the perfectionist cobbler; which contained not even the most diminishing insinuation of a hideously sadistic blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally labeled uniform of the tireless concierge; which contained not even the most sequestered insinuation of a sinfully sordid blemish, You might wholesomely engulf the chest with the most formally scented uniform of the nonplussed priest; which contained not even the most obsolete insinuation of a dastardly balderdash blemish, But yet; and inevitably yet; irrespective of the caste; creed; religion; race or the most unsurpassably undefeated aura of the formal uniform adorning it; the heart beneath it was unabashedly free; the heart beneath it was unbelievably emotional; the heart beneath it was insuperably humanitarian; O! yes the heart beneath the chest was stark naked…

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UNCONQUERABLY VIRGIN… Wasn’t it unsurpassably amazing; that her nubile palms still remained unconquerably virgin even after my caressing them a countless times; as they evolved into an infinite fresh lines of mesmerizing destiny every unfurling instant; by the grace of the Omnipotent Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it limitlessly amazing; that her royal eyes still remained beautifully virgin even after my peering into them a countless times; as they evolved into an infinite fresh droplets of priceless empathy every unfurling instant; by the grace of the ever-pervading Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it undefeatedly amazing; that her passionate chest still remained celestially virgin even after my smooching it a countless times; as it evolved into an infinite fresh cloudbursts of spell-binding compassion every unfurling instant; by the grace of the perpetual Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it boundlessly amazing; that her tantalizing feet still remained impeccably virgin even after my teasing them a countless times; as they evolved into an infinite fresh pathways of unflinching adventure every unfurling instant; by the grace of the Omniscient Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it irrefutably amazing; that her luscious lips still remained timelessly virgin even after my kissing them a countless times; as they evolved into an infinite fresh epitomes of unparalleled sensuousness every unfurling instant; by the grace of the unshakable Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it unbelievably amazing; that her voluptuous nape still remained unimpeachably virgin even after my fondling it a countless times; as it evolved into an infinite fresh whirlwinds of inimitable titillation every unfurling instant; by the grace of the everlasting Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it interminably amazing; that her bewitching belly still remained innocuously virgin even after my nibbling it a countless times; as it evolved into an infinite fresh atmospheres of stupendous virility every unfurling instant; by the grace of the spectacular Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it unfathomably amazing; that her ravishing hair still remained immaculately virgin even after my 239

embracing it a countless times; as it evolved into an infinite fresh reverberations of insatiable euphoria every unfurling instant; by the grace of the unquestionable Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it endlessly amazing; that her inebriating shoulders still remained insuperably virgin even after my kneading them a countless times; as they evolved into an infinite fresh mountains of bountiful friendship every unfurling instant; by the grace of the triumphant Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it unceasingly amazing; that her robust cheeks still remained inimitably virgin even after my tracing them a countless times; as they evolved into an infinite fresh caverns of incomprehensible exultation every unfurling instant; by the grace of the Omnipresent Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it inexhaustibly amazing; that her seductive armpits still remained wonderfully virgin even after my inhaling them a countless times; as they evolved into an infinite fresh skies of righteous perseverance; by the grace of the indomitable Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it eternally amazing; that her poignant ears still remained indisputably virgin even after my stroking them a countless times; as they evolved into an infinite fresh playgrounds of vivacious frolic every unfurling instant; by the grace of the unassailable Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it extraordinarily amazing; that her queenly back still remained sacredly virgin even after my licking it a countless times; as it evolved into an infinite fresh flames of unabashed exhilaration every unfurling instant; by the grace of the unfettered Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it tirelessly amazing; that her artistic fingers still remained victoriously virgin even after my interlocking with them a countless times; as they evolved into an infinite fresh gorges of bounteous creation every unfurling instant; by the grace of the unprejudiced Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it unprecedentedly amazing; that her dainty skin still remained fantastically virgin even after my exploring it a countless times; as it evolved into an infinite fresh rain-showers of unbridled sensitivity every unfurling instant; by the grace of the invincible Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it unlimitedly amazing; that her thunderous thighs still remained imperturbably virgin even after 240

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my probing them a countless times; as they evolved into an infinite fresh beads of priceless excitement every unfurling instant; by the grace of the infallible Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it unstoppably amazing; that her mellifluous mouth still remained irrefutably virgin even after my suckling it a countless times; as it evolved into an infinite fresh tunes of untainted freedom every unfurling instant; by the grace of the ubiquitous Almighty Lord, Wasn’t it fathomlessly amazing; that her effulgent nostrils still remained symbiotically virgin even after my breathing into them a countless times; as they evolved into an infinite fresh fires of seamless proliferation every unfurling instant; by the grace of the benign Almighty Lord, And wasn’t it uncontrollably amazing; that her immortal heart still remained virgin even after my loving and bonding with it a countless times; as it evolved into an infinite fresh heavens of magical togetherness; by the grace of the irreplaceable Almighty Lord…

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HOW I WANTED OUR VERY FIRST KISS TO HAPPEN With the unsurpassably tangy waves of the fabulous sea wholesomely dictating each of my impoverished senses; and the uninhibitedly pristine shores as my sole and most undaunted savior, With the unbelievably handsome apogees of the timeless mountains wholesomely dictating each of my beleaguered senses; and the intrepidly exhilarating winds as my sole and most fearless savior, With the inscrutably magnetic swirl of the enigmatic forests wholesomely dictating each of my dwindling senses; and the iridescently sporadic twilight as my sole and most inimitable savior, With the unabashedly brazen currents of the stupendous afternoon breeze wholesomely dictating each of my languid senses; and the interminably blazing Sun as my sole and most Omnipotent savior, With the fantastically unfettered swirl of the virgin waterfalls wholesomely dictating each of my deteriorating senses; and the atmosphere of poignant freshness as my sole and most rejuvenating savior, With the pricelessly unconquerable fabric of insuperable oneness wholesomely dictating each of my oblivious senses; and the winds of egalitarian humanity as my sole and most effulgent savior, With the bountifully pungent alacrity of the vivacious rainbows wholesomely dictating each of my inebriated senses; and the gloriously fathomless sky as my sole and most triumphant savior, With the intriguingly inscrutable storms of mesmerizing artistry wholesomely dictating each of my deadened senses; and the mystical labyrinths of mellifluous music as my sole and most victorious savior, With the incredulously mollifying chords of benign selflessness wholesomely dictating each of my evanescent senses; and the chapters of irrefutably unassailable truth as my sole and most jubilant savior, With the tirelessly bewitching cisterns of the enigmatic night wholesomely dictating each of my remorseful senses; and the optimistic beams of the celestial moon as my sole and most impeccable savior, 242

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With the magnificently majestic lines of the profound palm wholesomely dictating each of my penurious senses; and the seductively alluring trails of inexplicable mystery as my sole and most adventurous savior, With the timelessly stupefying serendipity of the euphoric meadows wholesomely dictating each of my thwarted senses; and the rhapsodically undefeated entrenchment of golden dewdrops as my sole and most fascinating savior, With the royally unbridled gush of the ravishing clouds wholesomely dictating each of my parsimonious senses; and the torrential downpour of handsome rain as my sole and most enchanting savior, With the unshakably potent fructification of the blissful seed wholesomely dictating each of my devastated senses; and the amazingly indomitable virility of black soil as my sole and most burgeoning savior, With the incomparably tantalizing reverberations of voluptuous lightening wholesomely dictating each of my cloistered senses; and the immeasurable exultation of dusk as my sole and most effervescent savior, With the unprejudiced heavenly mists of sparkling innocence wholesomely dictating each of my vespered senses; and the indefatigably altruistic harbingers of humanity as my sole and most ebullient saviors, With the unflinchingly perennial bellow of Omniscient breath wholesomely dictating each of my obfuscated senses; and the cloudbursts of unceasingly brilliant life as my sole and most unbiased savior, With the incessantly trumpeting beats of the immortal heart wholesomely dictating each of my dawdling senses; and the bounteously spell binding elixir of infallibly true love as my sole and most liberated savior, Was how I exactly wanted our very first kiss to passionately happen O! blessedly nubile beloved; of course and wholesomely all by the grace of the Omnpresently eternal Almighty Lord….

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OUR LOVE STORY WAS BEING PERPETUALLY WRITTEN… The celestially emollient perspiration might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! spell binding beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our timelessly impeccable perseverance; was being perpetually written by the unassailably Omnipotent Lord Almighty, The lusciously seductive lips might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! magnetic beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our tirelessly insatiable passion; was being perpetually written by the insuperably Omnipresent Lord Almighty, The innocuously untainted eyes might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! beautiful beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our bountifully burgeoning empathy; was being perpetually written by the royally unshakable Lord Almighty, The mischievously flirtatious eyelashes might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! virile beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our uninhibitedly rhapsodic flirtation; was being perpetually written by the infallibly brilliant Lord Almighty, The inscrutably silken palms might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! pristine beloved ; but fortunately for us; the story of our majestically unfettered destiny; was being perpetually written by the indomitably Omniscient Lord Almighty, The poignantly crimson blood might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! heavenly beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our unconquerably humanitarian relationship; was being perpetually written by the victoriously mesmerizing Lord Almighty, The fearlessly unflinching bones might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! everlasting beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our peerlessly faithful strength; was being perpetually written by the unendingly fructifying Lord Almighty, The artistically nubile whispers might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! enchanting beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our mellifluously impregnable romance; was being perpetually written by the undefeated spectacular Lord Almighty, The unbelievably ecstatic goose-bumps might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! redolent beloved; but 244

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fortunately for us; the story of our unrelentingly amazing excitement; was being perpetually written by the benevolently undaunted Lord Almighty, The blissfully intriguing virility might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! eternal beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our euphorically innocent children; was being perpetually written by the unchallangably priceless Lord Almighty, The effusively restless feet might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! sacrosanct beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our enigmatically blessed adventure; was being perpetually written by the triumphantly unfettered Lord Almighty, The ravishingly fluttering hair might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! poignant beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our bewitchingly unparalleled sensuality; was being perpetually written by the ubiquitously egalitarian Lord Almighty, The tenderly nectar-laden fingers might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! undying beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our incomparably utopian artistry; was being perpetually written by the invincibly ever-pervading Lord Almighty, The seductively rain-soaked napes might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! effulgent beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our divinely rekindling electricity; was being perpetually written by the interminably benign Lord Almighty, The congruously exuberant whistles might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! regale beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our unlimitedly boundless happiness; was being perpetually written by the magnanimously Herculean Lord Almighty, The stupendously panoramic brains might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! adorable beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our insuperably unceasing fantasies; was being perpetually written by the ardently venerated Lord Almighty, The fascinatingly reverberating spines might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! resplendent beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our endlessly enthralling titillation; was being perpetually written by the unconquerably truthful Lord Almighty, The fiery passionate breaths might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! inimitable beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our iridescently spell-binding life; was being perpetually written by the perennially ameliorating Lord Almighty, 245

And the fathomlessly compassionate hearts be undoubtedly yours and mine O! tantalizing beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our immortally fragrant love; was being perpetually written by the marvelously all-powerful Lord Almighty…

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BACK IN BUSINESS… As soon as the rain came tumbling tempestuously from crimson sky; the acrimoniously scorching desert sands were blissfully back in business, As soon as tendrils of scrumptiously green grass came upon the treacherously barren slopes; the miserably divested cow was radiantly back in business, As soon as the spellbindingly boisterous bee came to uninhibitedly philander in the disparagingly lambasted garden; the derogatorily squandered rose was ingratiatingly back in business, As soon as invincible blankets of iron came to majestically blend with inconspicuously frigid mud; the pathetically emaciated iron was astoundingly back in business, As soon as skies of unparalleled challenge came to As soon as rhapsodic undulations of sea water came to monotonously nondescript land; the flagrantly slavering fish were celestially back in business, As soon as untamed whirlpools of ebulliently ravishing breeze came to the lugubriously still atmosphere; the egregiously devastated birds were bountifully back in business, As soon as exuberantly iridescent rainbows came to the fathomlessly lackadaisical skies; the disastrously dwindling peacocks were euphorically back in business, As soon as mystically luminescent nightfall came to the torturously bereaved forests; the disdainfully silent snakes were triumphantly back in business, As soon as fireballs of unlimited compassion came to the fabric of manipulatively estranged planet; the derogatorily deteriorating artist was royally back in business, As soon as the mists of relentlessly cavorting mischief came to the sonorously morbid atmosphere; the forlornly trembling butterfly was connubially back in business, As soon as streams of mellifluously vibrant beauty came to every cranny of this murderously bellicose planet; the fantastically fantasizing and holistic brain was gloriously back in business, As soon as the resplendently twinkling circus came to the ghoulishly beleaguered mortuary; the truculently whipped clowns were enthusiastically back in business, 247

As soon as winds of luxuriously opulence came to every dilapidated street of this impoverished planet; the hoarsely extradited beggars were victoriously back in business, As soon as mirrors of unassailably egalitarian selflessness came to this venomously lecherous earth; the traumatically extinguishing flames of truth and pristinely untainted unity; were jubilantly back in business, As soon as shadows of intriguingly princely silkenness came to the jaggedly corrugated periphery of earth; the dementedly delirious fairies were wholeheartedly back in business, As soon as the corridors of unshakable hope came to the corpses of horrendously maiming stagnation; the despondently fading beams of enlightenment were unflinchingly back in business, As soon as fearlessly exotic air came to the gruesomely stuttering jacket of penurious lungs; the diabolically shivering bloodstreams were timelessly back in business, As soon as undefeated infernos of impeccable integrity came to the politically corrupt civilization; the rapidly sagging Sun of patriotism was unconquerably back in business, And as soon as fathomless gorge’s of immortal love came to the preposterously sinful coffins of ghostly betrayal; the haplessly silent and unfortunate heart was perpetually back in business…

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THE FRUIT OF EVER-PERVADINGLY FRUCTIFYING LOVE…. A one to one with her majestically emphatic eyes; and I felt as if dancing in the aisles of pristinely burgeoning paradise; for an infinite more births of mine, A one to one with her lusciously redolent lips; and I felt as if uninhibited exhilaration couldn’t have been ever better; with my desire to survive now more insuperably profound; than the entire wave of existence on this fathomless planet, A one to one with her impeccably royal conscience; and I felt as if there was the Sun of Omnipotent truth; on even the most infinitesimally fugitive cranny of this colossal Universe, A one to one with her magically resplendent palms; and I felt as if I was united in the cosmos of everlasting humanity for times immemorial; as if I was destined to forever bond with every conceivable fraternity of mankind, A one to one with her robustly effulgent cheeks; and I felt as if timelessly singing in the caverns of immaculately unadulterated childhood; wonderfully assimilating every ounce of heavenly mischief from the spell-binding atmosphere, A one to one with her iridescently twinkling feet; and 249

I felt as if unlimitedly fantasizing in the raindrops of untamed sensuality; with life seeming to be the ultimate dance of enriching optimism, A one to one with her flirtatiously winking eyelashes; and I felt as if revived from countless feet beneath my cadaverously morbid grave; with every quintessential life as fresh as vividly poignant ocean salt, A one to one with her euphorically passionate veins; and I felt as if the most emolliently empathizing organism on this boundless earth; invincibly coalescing with every celestial stream of living kind, A one to one with her ravishingly cascading hair; and I felt every ounce of excitement on earth and endless kilometers beyond; had thunderously descended down in glorious unison; upon the treacherously emaciated pores of my dying skin, A one to one with her tantalizingly exotic belly; and I felt as if the unsurpassably enchanting fabric of seductive night had blessedly arrived; even as acrimoniously blistering rays of the Sun stabbed me in the whites and blacks of my eyes, A one to one with her mellifluously endowing voice; and I felt as if the most unprecedentedly ebullient epitomes of mesmerizing paradise; blissfully enshrouded me from every construable side, A one to one with her miraculously benevolent shadow; and I felt as if I had 250

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been wholesomely absolved of even the tiniest of my sins in past and present life; unassailably wrapped in the belly of unflinching compassion for centuries unfathomable, A one to one with her artistically eclectic fingers; and I felt as if the mantra of “United We Stand”; was the only sermon to panoramically survive for a countless births beyond my truncated time, A one to one with her endlessly subliming camaraderie; and I felt as if the power of gregariously bonding oneness; was an ardor greater than the greatest of wealth on this inexhaustibly charming globe, A one to one with her fantastically evolving brain; and I felt as if perennially priceless life spawned out of bizarrely tawdry nothingness; jubilantly embellishing every cranny of the lackadaisically corrupt world; with the fragrance of triumphant fantasy, A one to one with her gloriously golden sweat; and I felt as if the essence of unconquerable honesty; timelessly transcended over even the most infidel whisker of the devil; frivolously transgressing venerated mother soil, A one to one with her Omnipresently godly soul; and I felt as if holistically consecrated by the winds of divine disarmament; with every trace of haplessly deteriorating terrorism; forever and ever and ever evaporating into the coffins of hell, A one to one with her melodiously sweet nape; and I felt as if rainshowers of torrential virility erupted from even the most deadened pores of my 251

skin; as I unstoppably surged forward to continue the Lord’s sacrosanct chapters of procreation, A one to one with her unbelievably exultating bosom; and I felt as if my body was nothing but a gorge of endlessly augmenting desire; harmoniously placated by virgin milk in the kingly atmosphere, A one to one with her victoriously fiery breath; and I felt as if the unshakably intrepid elixir of life could never ever end; with even the most disastrously penalizing trauma on this planet; wonderfully metamorphosing into a cloud of revitalizing happiness, And a one to one with her immortally throbbing heartbeats; and I felt as I was born to do nothing; to say nothing; to dream nothing; to spawn nothing; but just the fruit of ever-pervadingly fructifying love; love and only beautiful love…

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WAS IT MY FAULT Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every droplet of my euphorically mesmerizing sweat; and she on the other hand torturously evaporated every ounce of happiness from my life; even an infinite years after we got married ? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my celestially euphoric smiles; and she on the other hand made me unjustly cry a countless tears of murderous hell; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every stream of my quintessentially life-bestowing blood; and she on the other hand inhumanitarianly buried me under a fathomless graveyard of her meaningless deliriousness; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every triumphantly rhapsodic fantasy of mine; and she on the other hand metamorphosed every treasured moment of mine into the most diabolically asphyxiating of nightmare; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every ingredient of my untamed sensuality; and she on the other hand heartlessly castrated me of all my virility and vitality; right in the center of the boisterous street; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my pricelessly untainted adventure; and she on the other hand devilishly incarcerated me in the prisons of her hedonistic sadism; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my inimitably seductive whisper; and she on the other hand yelled a boundless volley of abuses at me for no ostensible reason or rhyme; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every element of my altruistically infallible philanthropism; and she on the other hand criminally cremated the last bone of my spine alive; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could 253

have ever loved every of my royally resplendent destiny line; and she on the other hand made me sacrilegiously beg on the sordidly deplorable and orphaned streets; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every line of my perennially compassionate poetry; and she on the other hand blew me away like an obliviously fictitious speck in her spuriously lecherous cigar smoke; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every poignantly enthralling sound that I heard; and she on the other hand truculently numbed each of my senses with her unrelentingly tyrannical wickedness; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every benevolent word that I uttered; and she on the other hand venomously snapped my tongue into an innumerable halves as I was solely praising her; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every molecule of my peerlessly invincible strength; and she on the other hand guffawed her heart out after insouciantly excoriating my hide and feeding it to stray pigs; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every timelessly reinvigorated goose-bump on my flesh; and she on the other hand maniacally dumped me under the most robotically fetid of junkyards; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every artistic fragrance that radiated from my nerves; and she on the other hand ruthlessly trounced and kicked me through the corpses of devastating prejudice; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every ray of my truthfully emollient soul; and she on the other hand mercilessly torched every pore of my body with the disparaging hell of lies; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every vein of my pricelessly undefeated life; and she on the other hand left me to 254

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cadaverously shudder and die; even an infinite years after we got married? Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my unconquerably iridescent breath; and she on the other hand gave me the most worthlessly despicable death at her very own hands; even an infinite years after we got married? And was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every beat of my passionately immortal heart; and she on the other hand smooched and mated for times immemorial with another man right infront of my own eyes; even an infinite years after we got married?

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ROYAL LOVE ITSELF… O! Yes; it was none other Omnipotent love solely by itself and in its most gloriously unimpeachable form; which majestically conquered an infinite more meadows of resplendently burgeoning love, O! Yes; it was insuperable love solely by itself and in its most compassionately unfettered form; which undyingly harnessed an infinite more skies of immortally interminable love, O! Yes; it was royal love solely by itself and in its most charismatically poignant form; which triumphantly suckled an infinite more droplets of sensuously nubile love, O! Yes; it was virgin love solely by itself and in its most pristinely unadulterated form; which irresistibly mated with an infinite more rainbows of vivaciously cavorting love, O! Yes; it was timelessly eternal love solely by itself and in its most ubiquitously untainted form; which unsurpassably evolved an infinite more cisterns of wonderfully emollient love, O! Yes; it was victoriously mellifluous love solely by itself and in its most iridescently magnanimous form; which indefatigably patronized an infinite more harbingers of spell-bindingly heavenly love, O! Yes; it was bountifully ecstatic love solely by itself and in its most euphorically fructifying form; which inevitably invited an infinite more cosmos’s of perennially ameliorating love, O! Yes; it was universally blessing love solely by itself and in its most rhapsodically divine form; which tirelessly perpetuated an infinite more gorges of metaphorically copious love, O! Yes; it was wonderfully Omnipresent love solely by itself and in its most bountifully extemporizing form; which aristocratically transpired an infinite more atmosphere’s of harmoniously egalitarian love, O! Yes; it was unbelievably redolent love solely by itself and in its most humanitarianly priceless form; which ardently worshipped an infinite more temples of unassailably venerated love, 256

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O! Yes; it was unceasingly serendipitous love by itself and in its most gorgeously unshakable form; which intriguingly sketched an infinite more natural landscapes of stupendously inscrutable love, O! Yes; it was ever-pervadingly young love by itself and in its most robustly impregnable form; which limitlessly sung an infinite more songs of beautifully virile love, O! Yes; it was everlastingly seductive love by itself and in its most Omnisciently potent form; which magnetically exuded into an infinite more reverberations of unflinchingly indomitable love, O! Yes; it was blissfully emancipating love by itself and in its most thunderously compassionate form; which irrefutably signed an infinite more bonds of indisputably benevolent love, O! Yes; it was symbiotically fragrant love by itself and in its most spectacularly multiplying form; which infallibly united with an infinite more fortresses of peerlessly fathomless love, O! Yes; it was mystically enamoring love by itself and in its most perpetually invincible form; which unchallangably reincarnated an infinite more mists of celestially endless love, O! Yes; it was magically reinvigorating love by itself and in its most supremely innocuous form; which unstoppably spawned into an infinite more seeds of regally fearless love, O! Yes; it was ebulliently fiery love by itself and in its most rejoicingly transcending form; which perennially breathed an infinite more breaths of passionately godly love, O! Yes; it was surreally tantalizing love by itself and in its most immorally faithful form; which unabashedly tied the nuptial thread with an infinite more brides of effervescently boisterous love….

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YOU. YES IT WAS ONLY YOU O! BELOVED… You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose wonderfully luscious lips; invincibly started and ended; my every passionately ignited and bountifully iridescent; kiss; You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose rhapsodically emancipating eyes; spell-bindingly started and ended; my every royally unfettered and victoriously poignant; fantasy, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose intricately silken feet; ecstatically started and ended; my every intrepidly titillating and timelessly reinvigorating; adventure, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose sensuously reverberating spine; unbelievably started and ended; my every interminably voluptuous and beautifully euphoric; caress, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose victoriously effulgent palms; stupendously started and ended; my every stroke of joyously unbridled and inscrutably bewitching; destiny, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose ravishingly titillating hair; handsomely started and ended; my every unabashedly liberating and vivaciously blessed; dance, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose gorgeously seductive nape; inebriatingly started and ended; my every immaculately wondrous and regally ameliorating; nibble, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose uninhibitedly dimpled chin; marvelously started and ended; my every anecdote of pristinely sparkling and insatiably charismatic; mischief, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose ravenously effervescent belly; potently started and ended; my every fierily unending and fabulously exultated; lick, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose rapturously blushing cheeks; poignantly started and ended; my every odyssey of inimitably undying and victoriously unprecedented; excitement, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose blissfully sweat-laden armpit; irrefutably started and ended; my every trail of truthfully emollient and indefatigably insuperable; perseverance, 258

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You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose mellifluously holistic fingers; ecstatically started and ended; my every impeccably benign and unsurpassably altruistic; artistry, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose flirtatiously flapping ears; indomitably started and ended; my every timelessly augmenting and mystically groping; desire, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose compassionately roused bosom; unflinchingly started and ended; my every vial of peerlessly fecund and blessedly magnetic; virility, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose densely enamoring brow; vividly started and ended; my every enigmatically evoking and serenely serendipitous; whisper, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose thunderously electric thighs; uncontrollably started and ended; my every humanely ardent and eternally emaciated; longing, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose magically ameliorating soul; harmoniously started and ended; my every act of wonderfully egalitarian and unconquerably symbiotic; humility, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose incomprehensibly perennial nostrils; aristocratically started and ended; my every expedition of romantically princely and unimaginably heroic; life, You. Yes it was only you O! Beloved. At whose immortally throbbing heart; perpetually started and ended; my every beat of divinely blossoming and insuperably uniting; love….

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TO MAKE MY HEART SPECIAL To make my eyes special; I feasted them on the unfathomable repertoire of God’s astounding beauty; recounting the same to my blind mates submerged in a blanket of derogatory despair, To make my hands special; I hoisted innocuous orphans high up in the air; escalating them towards their celestial dreams, To make my feet special; I marched and ran indefatigable kilometers on the trot; intrepidly fighting for my tyrannized motherland, To make my lips special; I uninhibitedly unleashed them into a benign smile; imparting perpetual rays of hope to my impoverished mates in inexplicable pain, To make my destiny special; I wholeheartedly led each instant of my life; relishing every ray of the Golden Sun on my nimble skin; as each minute unveiled, To make my tongue special; I sang the harmoniously philanthropic hymns of humanity; endeavoring my best to unite all alike; with the irrefutable voice of mankind, To make my teeth special; I profoundly savored the fruits of mother nature; propagating the essence of blissful non-violence in every quarter of the manipulatively violent planet, To make my reflection special; I used it to cast spells of rejuvenating exhilaration; upon my dreary compatriots; sinking horrendously towards obdurate soil, To make my bones special; I indefatigably persevered all night and day to achieve the ultimate mission of my life; uplift treacherously withering humanity; to an exotic paradise, To make my hair special; I allowed them to drift freely with the gushing breeze; not restraining them to flow into any religion or creed, To make my mind special; I fantasized intransigently in the aisles of fabulous desire; formidably augmenting my vision to serve planet earth; as the days unfurled, To make my blood special; I drained it out entirely from my veins; enlightening the lives of those relinquishing breath rapidly; to blend with diabolical doomsday, To make my shoulders special; I alighted the revered deities of my divinely parents till times immemorial; 260

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transporting them to the most; inconspicuously remote places that they had always wanted, To make my existence special; I unflinchingly kept performing my flurry of tasks; impregnably entwining my hands with my fellow beings in traumatic distress and agonizing pain, To make my ears special; I absorbed the unsurpassable melody in the exuberant breeze; taught the demons to relish the benign tunes of Almighty God, To make my breath special; I planted an insurmountable battalion of trees; bonding each puff of air I exhaled; perennially with impeccable living beings, To make my conscience special; I adopted the path of everlasting righteousness; irrevocably avoiding the temptations of salaciously lecherous desire, To make my soul special; I left every element of its goodness to wander far and wide across this globe; illuminating unfound beams of optimism; in all lives shattered and satanically buried under mountains of utter helplessness, And to make my heart special; I immortally loved the person of my dreams for infinite more births to come; letting the Omnipotent beats of our love; embrace and exist together with over other tangible being…

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NO REPLACEMENTS Rhapsodic joy replaced; agonizing anecdotes of despairing sadness, Opulent wealth replaced; disastrously impoverished caricatures of; miserably slithering poverty, Impeccably sparkling light replaced; deplorably fetid darkness; a dungeon of parasitic gloom since centuries unprecedented, Tornados of Herculean strength replaced; despicably withering bodies; tottering towards the corridors of extinction, A festoon of torrentially amicable smiles replaced; morbidly frustrating boredom; pulverizing you to raw ash each instant, Voluptuously charismatic blankets of mysticism replaced; stringent monotony; augmenting more hideously than the devils as time unveiled, Nostalgic childhood replaced; lecherous incidents of ghastly manipulation; tyrannizing you to the realms of ultimate doomsday, Incessantly ticking clock replaced; baseless laziness; perpetually massacring the last iota of exuberant energy from your robust body, Invincible conviction replaced; entities stuttering at every step they took; eventually collapsing like a pile of inconspicuous matchsticks, Persevering hard work replaced; lackadaisically nictitating mice; surrendering in meek submission; even before the mission commenced, Prudently sagacious education replaced; hopeless caverns of pathetic illiteracy; pulverizing a person like mincemeat; in today’s acrimonious society, Irrefutable truth replaced; gory corpses of blatant lies; infiltrating like a pertinent leech into blissful quarters of society, Immaculate skies of honesty replaced; heartbreaking encounters of betrayal; utterly devastating an individual to lead a shamefully crippled life, Indefatigable cloud covers of innovation replaced; abhorrent stagnation; rotting treacherously towards the satanic atmosphere of hell, Insatiable simplicity replaced; the unfathomable webs 262

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of bizarre complication; uncouthly stabbing each asset of preciously gifted life, Enchanting rain’s of fantasy replaced; frigidly heinous commercial reality; profusely incapacitating man from; enriching with God’s grace, Resplendently twinkling stars replaced; anguished wounds in inexplicable pain; a terrorizing darkness that enveloped like perilous swords from all sides, Ravishingly exotic ocean’s of fragrance replaced; insurmountably decaying stench of the gutters; inundated with crime; lies and derogatory messengers of mankind, The innocent voice of the conscience replaced; all sinister sins of past; present and future lives, But there was no replacement for Love; as the moment you tried to replace it; it only got substituted by more formidable equations of immortal love; for as long as life on the planet existed; for as long as it took birth again; and again and again…

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LOVE IS NOT JUST A DREAM Love is not just a definition, It is a boundless reservoir of empathy; not yielding the slightest even in the most acrimonious of storm… Love is not just a word, It is an impregnable fortress; which withstands the most mightiest of condemnation and torrential attack… Love is not just a desire, It is an immortal relationship; blossoming into a festoon of benign goodness as each instant unveiled… Love is not just an infatuation, It is an astounding rainbow inundated with infinite colors and charm; bonding in threads of a perpetual relationship for centuries immemorial…. Love is not just a gift, It is the summit of ultimate ecstasy in every living beings life; escalating like an untamed inferno; seductively over the starry skies… Love is not just a philosophy, It is a perennially sacred verse; which miraculously alleviates the most gruesome of suffering; by its mere incantation from the periphery of the lips… Love is not just a spark, It is an everlasting desire which astonishingly proliferates as time passes; transcending over the worst of boredom; misery and pain…. Love is not just a titillation, It is an enchanting caress which makes you feel the richest entity alive; embracing all religion and mankind; in the swirl of its Omnipotent aura…. And love is not just a dream, It is an immortal reality which has been there even before this earth was created; bonding hearts all across the trajectory of this boundless Universe in its enthralling entrenchment; giving them a reason to beat….

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SADLY NO BEATS The most disgraceful thing for the skies; was to have their gorgeously fathomless periphery; savagely encrypted by a battalion of ominously heinous clouds, The most disgraceful thing for the dog; was to have its handsomely harmonious body; brutally kicked by its charismatically revered master, The most disgraceful thing for the deserts; was to have their boundlessly celestial carpet of glistening sands; inundated with Herculean tons of capriciously insipid water, The most disgraceful thing for the discotheque; was to have its bombastically sleazy interiors; holistically invaded by blissfully sacrosanct prayer and painstakingly persevering rhyme, The most disgraceful thing for the forests; was to have their mystically romantic and profusely scented surroundings; heinously perpetuated by obnoxiously acrimonious gas; become a commercial warehouse for monotonously vindictive business magnates, The most disgraceful thing for the sharks; was to impregnate their preposterously mammoth mouths with diminutively worthless vegetables; slither incessantly on frigid soil amidst a mountain of; lackadaisically nonchalant seaweed, The most disgraceful thing for the cow; was to perennially ooze opulently spurious wine from its overwhelmingly divinely teats; replenish its stomach with parsimonious garbage left overs; left by the uncouthly barbaric society for its nocturnal meal, The most disgraceful thing for the ocean; was to have its ravishingly undulating and timeless expanse of waves; salaciously pervaded upon by hideously gargantuan tankers of morbidly murderous oil, The most disgraceful thing for the birds; was to have their rhetorically nimble and flamboyantly boisterous demeanor’s incarcerated behind appalling prison bars; being treacherously bereft of galloping flight, The most disgraceful thing for the old; was to have their devastatingly ailing bodies being treated like pieces of insanely threadbare shit; being 265

opprobriously castigated from their own dwellings; by their irascibly impudent kin, The most disgraceful thing for the corpse; was to have its dolorously dreary interiors sagaciously infiltrated by vivaciously sparkling life; bloom into miraculous resplendence; the very word which was a lethal venom for its perilously sinister ears, The most disgraceful thing for the teacher; was to be belligerently rebuked by his unsurpassable horde of immaculate students; being boycotted with the tag of “Liar”, for ostensibly no fault of his, The most disgraceful thing for the athlete; was to disastrously stumble into obdurately mortifying soil; the instant he alighted his robustly sparkling foot; in electric exuberance from the starting line, The most disgraceful thing for the writer; was to have his most pricelessly countless volumes of spell binding literature; menacingly excoriated apart into a trillion specks of lackluster dust; the very alphabets which he had so ardently harnessed with his very own; crimson blood, The most disgraceful thing for the stomach; was to meaninglessly puke out even the last iota of food synergistically entrapped within; after consuming the most harmoniously blessed ingredients of Mother Nature, The most disgraceful thing for the shadow; was to have its stupendously enigmatic contours lecherously punctured by maniacally concrete civilizations of rigidity; have its silken grace manipulatively trespassed by greedy tycoons, The most disgraceful thing for the conscience; was to be incomprehensibly burdened by a dungeon of blatantly abhorrent lies; wholesomely vanquish its spirit of irrefutably godly righteousness; at the slightest of greedy provocation, The most disgraceful thing for existence; was to be indefatigably enshrouded by precarious hurricanes of stagnating death; perpetually relinquish its Omnipotent aura; to the deplorable hell of non-existence, And the most disgraceful thing for love; was diabolically bellicose betrayal; being viciously slapped by the person it had uninhibitedly devoted its countless lifetimes; being left to wander with solely a remorseful heart; but SADLY NO BEATS….

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WELCOMING HER BACK Gruesome carpets of despairing blindness had set upon her magnificently sparkling countenance; enveloping her perennially in a world of bizarre darkness, But it was my eyes that had veritably lost every iota of sight; as I stumbled like an insane lunatic in every sphere of life; tragically devastated in whirlpools of ghastly depression…. Gory leprosy had descended lecherously upon her marvelously blissful demeanor; brutally incapacitating her in wholesome entirety; for the remainder of her life, But it was my hands and feet that had veritably lost even the most tiniest of ability to hoist; as I haplessly staggered in a tornado of doom; for centuries immemorial…. Barbaric dumbness had salaciously entrenched upon her majestically royal countenance; ruthlessly chopping every cranny of her robustly melodious cadence; into a countless pieces of insipid nothingness, But it was my tongue that had veritably lost even the most remotest of ability to speak; as I pathetically slithered on remorseful spit; without the slightest sound emanating from my tyrannized throat…. Diabolical sadness had fathomlessly enveloped upon her sparklingly robust stride; penalizing her immaculate grace for absolutely no fault of hers, But it was my lips that had veritably relinquished all smiles; as I drunk tears of horrendous solitude each unfurling instant of the treacherous day; trespassing through a battlefield of vindictive prejudice soaked in ghastly blood; all my life… Ominously irascible cancer had cascaded down upon her blisteringly flamboyant visage; murderously asphyxiating all her glorious happiness in destined life, But it was my body that veritably puked everything that I tried to ravishingly swallow; with a tinge of lecherously debilitating yellow; proliferating astoundingly; upon my hopelessly extinguishing senses….. Savage termites had crawled upon from all sides upon her magically glistening persona; barbarically attacking her with contemptuously opprobrious lechery, But it was my veins that veritably lost every 267

ingredient of scarlet blood; as I incessantly floated like a lifeless skeleton; through the corpse of gory death and in the graveyard of malicious abhorrence…. Overpowering darkness had viciously infiltrated upon her gorgeously delectable reflection; crippling her invidiously of all those blissfully romantic moments; in euphorically vibrant life, But it was my dwelling that had veritably abnegated all traces of dynamic light; as I couldn’t find even my own silhouette; decaying into wisps of worthlessly horrific oblivion….. Perfidious paralysis had vindictively gripped her enamoringly scintillating scent from all sides; treacherously overtoppling her from Omnipotent realms of blissfully blessed sleep, But it was my heart that had veritably ceased to function; ludicrously dissolving all its passionate reservoir of beats with domains of penalizing hell; ruthlessly massacring even the most priceless of emotion; and the chapter of immortal love…. And devilishly unforgiving death had stooped perilously upon her daintily tinkling royalty; rendering her meaninglessly at the last stage of her most fabulously priceless existence, But it was my breath that had veritably snapped in wholesome entirety from my deplorably bleeding nostrils; as I reached heaven even before the most ethereal of her shadow could creep through; to welcome her as her unassailable lover; eternally and once again….

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ULTIMATE MESSIAH OF HUMANITY I wanted to dedicate my diminutive eyes; solely to her majestically blooming cisterns of poignant empathy; sleep in her voluptuous eyelashes; for centuries immemorial, I wanted to dedicate my abraded lips; solely to her aristocratically tinkling smile; be profusely assimilated in the silver saliva that she slurped; every time she compassionately pursed her mouth, I wanted to dedicate my withering cheeks; solely to her profoundly crimson blushes; rejoicing in her ebullient whirlwind of happiness; as she ecstatically tread on satiny soil, I wanted to dedicate my penurious palms; solely to her fabulously enigmatic destiny; rhetorically maneuvering every element of my existence; to the vivacious tunes of her magnetic life, I wanted to dedicate my distraught scalp; solely to her ravishingly tantalizing hair; become the marvelously scintillating swish of air that resonated; whenever she seductively swayed her head, I wanted to dedicate my pecuniary chin; solely to her nostalgically titillating reflection; blending every iota of my holistic spirit in entirety; to her overwhelmingly magnetic persona, I wanted to dedicate my fatigued chest; solely to her melodiously unassailable soul; coalescing every cranny of my pathetically dwindling senses; with the Omnipotent magic in her crimson blood, I wanted to dedicate my mutilated feet; solely to her impeccable stride; wholesomely becoming every step that she trespassed on; to evolve a magnificently scintillating tomorrow, I wanted to dedicate my famished hunger; solely to her perennially augmenting yearning for voluptuously charismatic desire; become every ingredient of her piquantly replenished and marvelously alluring grace, I wanted to dedicate my nomadic ears; solely to her ingratiatingly rhapsodic sound; bounce with stupendous exhilaration in the garden of her perpetually ravishing enchantment, I wanted to dedicate my rustically wandering neck; solely to her sensuously drifting and captivatingly euphoric aura; relentlessly cuddle in the ferociously tangy warmth of her divine countenance, 269

I wanted to dedicate my mercurial teeth; solely to her vibrantly nubile back; igniting fireballs of tumultuous longing in every iota of her flesh; as I nibbled tenderly; till the very last of my veritable breath, I wanted to dedicate my countless bones; solely to her irrefutably impregnable cause for philanthropic righteousness; become every vein of her never ending tenacity; to mitigate inexplicable suffering from planet earth, I wanted to dedicate my dolorous shadow; solely to her astoundingly enigmatic and benign voice; eternally tracing the euphorically fantastic cadence; in her gloriously vivacious sounds, I wanted to dedicate my vanquished head; solely to her bountifully sacrosanct feet; intransigently following her sagaciously Omnipotent footsteps; to every cranny of the globe that she went, I wanted to dedicate my flirtatious shoulders; solely to her supremely princely visage; hoisting her grandiloquent body to beyond the land of infinite infinity; at the most infinitesimal of her Godly command, I wanted to dedicate my golden sweat; solely to her untamed wave of unrelenting perseverance; mesmerizing each disastrously exhausted pore of my skin; with the celestial river of humanity fulminating profusely; from her eclectic persona, I wanted to dedicate my truncated breath; solely to her tranquilly bequeathing life; forever become the fragrance of humanitarian righteousness; which she ubiquitously wafted; on her every mystically proliferating step, And I wanted to dedicate my throbbing heart; solely to her immortally bestowing love; bond every beat wailing in my indiscreetly trembling chest with her Omniscient essence; to tower unequivocally as the ultimate messiah of humanity….

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DEVOURED In the bizarre wilderness of the relentlessly dense forests; I intransigently felt as if I was being profoundly devoured; in a world of unending mysticism and uninhibited enigma, In the dolorously dooming graveyard; I incessantly felt as if I was being morbidly devoured; in whirlpools of remorsefully disastrous depression, In the heart of the resplendently ravishing ocean; I euphorically felt as I was being tanigly devoured; by unfathomable spurts of frosty exuberance, In the satiny cover of the opalescently majestic night; I tranquilly felt as if I was being ebulliently devoured; by impregnably enamoring and fabulously fascinating peace, In the unsurpassably redolent garden of gorgeously scarlet roses; I enchantingly felt as if I was being fragrantly devoured; by insurmountable fireballs of royal scent, In the monotonously manipulative domains of the corporate office; I unrelentingly felt as if I was being malevolently devoured; by endless waves of horrendously stagnating boredom, In the entrenchment of discerningly scintillating mirrors; I optimistically felt as if I was being candidly devoured; by the innermost voices of my righteously entrapped conscience, In the ghastly pool of horrifically diabolical crocodiles; I insidiously felt as if I was being salaciously devoured; by gruesomely acrimonious savagery, In the panoramic kaleidoscope of the gorgeously blooming gorge; I timelessly felt as if I was being bountifully devoured; by a whole new civilization of astounding newness, In the impeccably bustling kindergarten of new born infants; I rhapsodically felt as if I was being blissfully devoured; by incomprehensibly compassionate tornado’s; of magnificently divine energy, In the branches of the inscrutably rustling tree; I intriguingly felt as if I was being profusely devoured; by seductively tantalizing carpets of perennially escalating desire, In the flames of the unremittingly blazing fire; I dynamically felt as if I was being ardently devoured; 271

by flames of eternally fathomless passion, In the wings of the overwhelmingly zipping aircraft; I ecstatically felt as if I was being spell bindingly devoured; by a majestically volatile fervor to gallop resurgently; throughout the tenure of my diminutively impoverished life, In the light of the tantalizingly flickering candle; I ardently felt as if I was being uxoriously devoured; by cisterns of intimately infidel electricity; clinging fanatically close to the visage of my blossoming dreamgirl, In the disdainfully abominable pigs hutch; I abhorrently felt as if I was being devastatingly devoured; by sordidly forlorn filth and rotting piles of worthless nothingness, In the land of poetically celestial justice; I romantically felt as if I was being fascinatingly devoured; by limitless caverns of harmoniously tingling contentment; an insatiably philanthropic desire to wholesomely blend with the threads of priceless humanity, In the midst of the vivaciously gregarious rainbow; I magically felt as I was being splendidly devoured; by holistically iridescent beams of voluptuous innovation; as sparkling hurricanes of fresh energy enveloped each cranny of my; beleaguered countenance, In the boundless fountain of mesmerizing breath; I Omnisciently felt as I was being miraculously devoured; by infinite more blessed lives; of my very own amiable kind, And in the unassailably vivid eyes of my ravishing beloved; I immortally felt as I was being beautifully devoured; by the Sun of unequivocally bequeathing love; the rays of a perpetually everlasting relationship; which vehemently refused to die….

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THE MOST PRICELESS THING The most priceless thing that my mother could ever have bequeathed upon me; was her unconditional support and compassion; even in my times of acrimoniously devastating survival, The most priceless thing that my sister could ever have bequeathed upon me; was a kaleidoscope of astoundingly intriguing mischief; making me perennially feel that I was that; unscrupulous child once again, The most priceless thing that my father could ever have bequeathed upon me; was an unrelenting dynamism to propel forward come what may; blaze more ferociously than the midday Sun; even in the heart of the perniciously insidious midnight, The most priceless thing that my grandmother could ever have bequeathed upon me; was a fabulously ingratiating tale of my sparklingly revered ancestors; an unparalleled urge in me to trace back my aboriginal rudiments; till the last breath I that I inhaled, The most priceless thing that my neighbors could ever have bequeathed upon me; was an ecstatic spirit of never-dying unity; coalescing every benevolent step of theirs with my; unflinchingly revolution towards righteousness, The most priceless thing that my friends could ever have bequeathed upon me; was an unprecedented ardor to gyrate in mesmerizing boisterousness; shrug all tensions of the monotonously sweltering day; to wholeheartedly romance with the winds of the ravishing night, The most priceless thing that my children could ever have bequeathed upon me; was profound whirlpools of immaculate newness; that led me to intransigently grope for fascinating enchantment; on every mesmerizing path that I tread, The most priceless thing that my shadow could ever have bequeathed upon me; was a cloud of voluptuously titillating excitement; enveloping me in a whirlwind of seductively princely imagination; for decades unfathomable, The most priceless thing that my echo could ever have bequeathed upon 273

me; was a bountifully ringing ebullience; an unassailable magnet of mysticism that profusely entrenched each of my drearily bedraggled nerves, The most priceless thing that my pet could ever have bequeathed upon me; was an irrevocably sacerdotal feeling of timeless faith; a fortress of impregnable solidarity to believe forever; in all philanthropic living kind, The most priceless thing that my dwelling could ever have bequeathed upon me; was enchantingly blissful support in my times of disastrously stagnating isolation; a synergistically placating vivaciousness; that kept me bereft of all debilitation and murderous disease, The most priceless thing that my pen could ever have bequeathed upon me; was ubiquitously enthralling words of candid humanity; an astoundingly amiable fountain of gregarious relationships; which grew even more formidable in times of dooming distress, The most priceless thing that my eyes could ever have bequeathed upon me; was the marvelous artistry on the canvas of the fathomless Universe; the gloriously Aristocratic beauty hidden in each tranquil particle; of the handsome atmosphere, The most priceless thing that my ancestors could ever have bequeathed upon me; was such miraculously Omnipotent parents; whose fragrance of stupendously enlightening existence; is what I will always cherish in every diminutive birth of mine, The most priceless thing that my God could ever have bequeathed upon me; was an incessant river of boundless creativity; an unsurpassable energy to magically conceive; beyond the intriguingly extraordinary, The most priceless thing that my conscience could ever have bequeathed upon me; was the immutably unconquerable sword of divine truth; wholesomely extinguishing the very rudiments; of the chapter called lecherous lies, The most priceless thing that my breath could ever have bequeathed upon me; was a tireless ardor to holistically survive; sensuously fantasize beyond the realms of tantalizing paradise; as each puff of ravishing air 274

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entered into my famished nostrils, The most priceless thing that my heart could ever have bequeathed upon me; was a thunderous obsession to chase the innermost voices lingering in my soul; indefatigably resonate in the beats of a majestically melodious existence, And the most priceless thing that my beloved could ever have bequeathed upon me; was an unending ocean of immortal love; relentlessly teaching me to affably share and desire; relentlessly teaching me to be always helping humanity; and enthusiastically alive….

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TILL DEATH DO US APART Till death do us apart; we will intransigently continue to harmoniously sing together; deluge every cranny of the gloomily frustrated atmosphere; with ebulliently euphoric sounds, Till death do us apart; we will indefatigably continue to tantalizingly dance together; resplendently trigger the voluptuousness of the exotic night; with untamed fireballs of augmenting compassion, Till death do us apart; we will irrevocably continue to wholeheartedly laugh together; endeavoring our best to ignite the smiles of priceless humanity; on every lecherous face inundated with remorsefully debilitating disease, Till death do us apart; we will relentlessly continue to uninhibitedly philander together; blissfully frolicking in the aisles of rhapsodic desire and benign happiness; for centuries immemorial, Till death do us apart; we will unitedly continue to coalesce all mankind together; try our ultimate best to melange all religions; caste; creed and tribe alike; in the sea of glittering humanity, Till death do us apart; we will sensuously continue to fantasize together; fabulously wander in the lanes of bountifully bequeathing paradise; romancing with every element of the fathomlessly majestic beauty around, Till death do us apart; we will immutably continue to discover together; evolving a fantastically new township of vivacious grace and incredulously astounding intrigue; on every step that we holistically tread, Till death do us apart; we will irrefutably continue to bless together; bestowing an unfathomable whirlpool of philanthropic richness; upon every inexplicably devastated counterpart of ours; whom we encountered in our way, Till death do us apart; we will ardently continue to cry together; unequivocally sharing our triumph as well as ghastly sorrows alike; profusely entrenched in bonds of magically Omnipotent empathy, Till death do us apart; we will relentlessly continue to fight together; assimilating every iota of our surreptitiously entrapped courage and solidarity; to forever drive the ominous traitors; gorily decimating 276

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our sacrosanct motherland, Till death do us apart; we will unsurpassably continue to paint together; delectably capturing the entire beauty of this boundless planet; in the vivacious kaleidoscope of our piquant eyes, Till death do us apart; we will miraculously continue to procreate together; spawning gloriously immaculate offsprings of our very own crimson blood; contributing our very best in continuing God’s most holy chapter of blooming existence, Till death do us apart; we will obsessively continue to learn together; celestially imbibing all the stupendously synergistic goodness that lingered bountifully in the atmosphere; and then disseminating its Omniscient essence to every household asphyxiated with gruesome darkness, Till death do us apart; we will inexorably continue to fly together; exuberantly surge forward with the full fervor of life; to blossom the flower of our benevolently beautiful dreams; into a veritably sparkling reality, Till death do us apart; we will indefatigably continue to march together; blend our innocuously righteous palms in the walls of unassailable solidarity; unflinchingly ready to tackle any diabolical devil; who dared stop us in our truthful way, Till death do us apart; we will insatiably continue to err together; inadvertently commit an unfathomable volley of mistakes; which would timelessly leave our footprints on this earth as pure humans; every time it was given a chance to be born, Till death do us apart; we will perennially continue to eat together; relishing the most gorgeously glorious fruits of Mother nature; cupped symbiotically in our palms and under the seductively milky moonlight, Till death do us apart; we will perpetually continue to breathe together; surviving as a unconquerably single spirit; least bothered about what the acrimoniously tyrannical society; had to spuriously comment on our eternal relationship, And till death do us apart; we will immortally continue to love together; impregnably bonding the beats of our passionately thundering hearts in flames of fulminating romance; drinking; eating; breathing; discovering; exploring and preaching; only the elixir of mankind; to ecstatically survive…. 277

LOVED BY HER LOVE My proudest desire; was to be relentlessly desired by her mystically voluptuous eyes; whether they stared lamely into exotic space; or whether they shut themselves into a boundlessly celestial reverie, My proudest possession; was to be intransigently possessed by her seductively enamoring arms; the compassionate whirlpools of fragrant moisture; that tumultuously encapsulated the inside of her palms, My proudest fantasy; was to be insatiably fantasized by her intriguingly spell binding brain; become an integral part of her every sensuously titillating dream, My proudest philosophy; was to be ardently philosophized by her philanthropically benign countenance; as she disseminated every element of goodness in my impoverished soul; to the most fathomless corners of this enchanting earth, My proudest voice; was to be indefatigably voiced by her melodiously blissful throat; become the poignant rudiments of every sound; that emanated from her rubicund tongue, My proudest certificate; was to be irrefutably certified by her impeccably majestic grace; as she not only made me feel the opulently blessed organism alive; but marvelously vanquished even the most inadvertently committed sins; of my past life, My proudest symbol; was to be unequivocally symbolized by her piquantly perpetual senses; as she tirelessly traced every disastrously trembling contour of my body; till infinite kilometers beyond the land of; bountifully everlasting paradise, My proudest charm; was to be miraculously charmed by her Omnipotent presence; blend every element of my staggeringly debilitated persona; with her magnetically sacrosanct; religion of humanity, My proudest aspiration; was to be irrevocably aspired by her seductively dancing footsteps; become every silken path on which she tread her; fabulously fervent grace, My proudest poetry; was to be unrelentingly poeticized by her ecstatically gushing tears of unprecedented happiness; become every landscape of fantastically flowering beauty; which she magnificently sketched on the; gloriously barren canvas, 278

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My proudest obsession; was to be overwhelmingly obsessed by every droplet of Omnisciently crimson blood that traversed like thunderbolts of white lightening through her veins; become everything that she caressed in the tenure of her; blissfully endowed lifetime, My proudest purification; was to be sagaciously purified by her patriotically marching stride; as she conquered even the most diminutive speck of evil in the atmosphere; with the unfathomable river of empathy; in her mesmerizing conscience, My proudest feeling; was to be incessantly felt by her harmoniously godly fingers; escalate to the most eternal clouds of steaming romance; as she magically spun the web of her untamed yearning; around every famished pore of my dreary silhouette, My proudest perception; was to be timelessly perceived by the unsurpassable flames of belonging in her redolent chest; gyrate as the only angel of her life; in the immaculate whites of her eyes, My proudest teaching; was to be prudently taught by her magnanimously righteous grace; become every ubiquitously priceless principle of mankind; that she diffused like a Goddess; to the remotest corner of this colossal planet, My proudest light; was to be magnetically lighted by the lamp of her perennially augmenting ebullience; as she uncontrollably fulminated into cloudbursts of sheer euphoria; at the tiniest of my caress, My proudest reflection; was to be emphatically reflected in every glimmer that marvelously radiated from her flamboyantly bedazzling sweat; become every line of destiny wonderfully besieging her Omnipresent hands, My proudest breath; was to be impregnably breathed by her ardently blazing nostrils; become every iota of ravishing air which she inhaled; into the realms of her innocuously heaving chest, My proudest love; was to be immortally loved by her unassailably charismatic heart; perpetually live and die; with its handsomely palpitating beats; alike….

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LOVE HAD NEVER SEEMED SO IMMORTAL Food had never seemed better than it did today; when I was profusely famished to the last core of my bedraggled intestines; frantically dithering in dungeons of bizarre starvation, The valley had never seemed so mesmerizing than it did today; when I found every cranny of my devastatingly monotonous countenance; wholeheartedly breaking free; from chains of tyrannical deprivation, Sleep had never seemed so grandiloquent than it did today; when I was indefatigably exhausted to the last bone of my treacherously withering spine; and every beleaguered bone of my body; intransigently refused to go even a step further, Poetry had never seemed so sparkling than it did today; when I uninhibitedly unveiled the disastrously manipulative arenas of my commercially stringent brain; into a fathomless world of fantasy and tantalizingly never-ending desire, Fur had never seemed so compassionate than it did today; when I uncontrollably trembled in the desolate chill; with nothing but ungainly solitariness; camouflaging me insidiously from all sides, Roses had never seemed so exotic than they did today; when I pathetically staggered on every step I alighted; insurmountably asphyxiated by the winds of bizarre bloodshed and satanically vicious lechery, Tears had never seemed so heartwarming than they did today; when I witnessed my long lost mate in robustly blissful form and resplendently bouncing; after centuries immemorial, Artistry had never seemed so exquisite than it did today; when I frolicked in the garden of voluptuous enchantment; far away and wholesomely oblivious to the parasitic vagaries; of this blood sucking planet, The ocean had never seemed so reinvigorating than it did today; when I voraciously blended each pore of my disdainfully squalid body with the tangy waves; after almost a decade of rotting in the viciously dilapidated gutters, Speed had never seemed so exhilarating than it did today; when I reached the dwelling of my perniciously extinguishing kin; just flash seconds before they could bid a royal adieu; to the overwhelming mysticism of this perpetual earth, 280

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Light had never seemed so Omnipotent than it did today; when I despondently transgressed through a tunnel of gruesome blackness; with the lids of my eyes savagely sealed by chains of dolorous prejudice, The pen had never seemed so priceless than it did today; when I churned an unfathomable epic of poignant emotions with its embellished nib; candidly baring out the inner most recesses of my aimlessly loitering soul, Smiles had never seemed so gratifying than they did today; when I felt gorily constipated in a web of blatantly hideous lies; burying my face deep down in dust; to chat with the remorsefully diminutive worms in black soil,’ Rainbows had never seemed so vivacious than they did today; when I venomously stagnated in the aisles of insatiably penalizing depression; counting the last days of my life even in the absolute prime of; scintillating nubile youth, Whistles had never seemed so replenishing than they did today; when I frenziedly groped for the right direction; wholesomely lost amidst the terrorizing maze of; stoically impersonal space age robots, Mirrors had never seemed so congenial than they did today; when I ardently waited for an invincibly philanthropic friend to lean upon; amusing my impoverished senses with my very own minuscule reflection; for infinite more births of mine yet to come,’ Butterflies had never seemed so frolicking than they did today; when I lay penuriously maimed in corridors of devilishly lambasting hell; irrevocably entrenched by a wall of invidious nothingness, Breath had never seemed so Omnipotent than it did today; when I was miserably slithering on the ground without the most infinitesimal trace of heavenly air; about to completely abnegate my senses forever; to disappear into non-existent wisps of tragic oblivion, And love had never seemed so immortal than it did today; when my heart was tumultuously throbbing for the girl whom I had perennially desired; the soul mate for which each beat intensely flaming in my chest; could die this very instant for…..

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PAINT MY HEART Paint the fathomless kaleidoscope of barren sky; with resplendently ingratiating and vivid clouds, Paint boundless kilometers of devastated land; with effulgent roses and bountifully blossoming seeds, Paint countless expanses of lackadaisically dying deserts; with majestic oceans of gigantic cactus and insatiably passionate streams of golden water, Paint pathetically withering and staggeringly leafless trees; with an unfathomable forest of sparkling fruit and melodiously exuberant cheer, Paint uncouthly wastrel and brutally kicked stones; with enamoring charisma; and voluptuously tingling exoticism, Paint acrimoniously ghastly and bloodsucking battlefields; with the miraculously philanthropic ointment of benign humanity, Paint devastatingly orphaned and penuriously stumbling lives; with perennially unsurpassable blankets of compassionate love, Paint ungainly devilish and insanely cold blooded parasites; with an eternally everlasting fragrance of benevolent mankind, Paint the insidiously maverick and doggedly diabolical rocks; with ecstatically tangy spray of the ravishing sea’s, Paint the squeamishly distorted and deplorably cowardish traitors; with brazenly intrepid winds of patriotically scintillating bravery, Paint the obsoletely dilapidated and turgidly monotonous walls; with vivacious streaks of fabulous color and overwhelmingly sporting frolic, Paint the rambunctiously unruly well of stinking frogs; with the curtainspread of blissfully tranquil peace and harmonious synergy, Paint the souls of all those tyrannically commercial; with symbiotic fountains of uninhibitedly gratifying relationships, Paint pugnacious arrows of satanically evil; with irrefutably priceless elements of honesty and astoundingly opulent humanity, Paint the morbidly sullen and remorsefully obnoxious cradle of atmosphere; with an unimaginably Herculean valley of tantalizing sounds, Paint truculently dictatorial and stringently 282

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treacherous brains; with passionately romantic flames of graciously seductive fantasy, Paint the inevitably guilty and ghastily lying walls of the conscience; with the perpetually blistering fabric of sagaciously glittering truth, Paint insurmountably vast graveyards of sordidly dead; with poignantly iridescent waterfalls of vibrantly tingling life, And paint my fanatically wandering and relentlessly restless heart O! Almighty Lord; with the divinely immortal and the most celestial religion existing in this world; called UNASSAILABLE LOVE….

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IMMORTALY RULED Fathomless carpets of voluptuous forests; might be ruled by the royally roaring lions, But it was her ingratiatingly seductive cocoon of compassionate smiles; that irrefutably and immortally ruled; every iota of my scorchingly parched lips….. Boundless winds of vividly free space; might be ruled by the blazingly uninhibited eagles, But it was her voluptuously tantalizing aroma; that invincibly and immortally ruled; every cranny of my frigidly dithering senses…… Astronomically towering summits of the mountains; might be ruled by fantastically sweltering and golden sunlight, But it was her impeccably everlasting shine; that unassailably and immortally ruled; my drearily beleaguered and sagging eyes….. Unfathomable expanses of the ravishingly salty oceans; might be ruled by handsomely gargantuan; and scintillatingly silver striped sharks, But it was her perennial river of enchanting fantasy; that tangily and immortally ruled; every space of my maniacally deprived brain…. Countless kilometers of blistering desert mud; might be ruled by the indefatigably stout and adorably humble hunch backed camel, But it was her astounding kaleidoscope of spell binding newness; that endlessly and immortally ruled; every path of my indolently painstaking existence…. Immeasurably colossal sheets of immaculately white canvas; might be ruled by the rhetorically dexterous artist, But it was her intricately divine fingers; that timelessly and immortally ruled; every part of my languidly stooping flesh…. Unsurpassable blankets of tingling darkness; might be ruled by the Omnisciently milky and mesmerizing moon, But it was her melodiously enigmatic voice; that blissfully and immortally ruled; every dwindling wave of my impoverished soul….. Countless trajectories of civilizations and synergistic townships; might be ruled by the 284

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righteously Godly fireball of unending truth, But it was her impeccably Omnipotent conscience; that miraculously and immortally ruled; every element of my lugubriously lecherous survival….. Unimaginably ecstatic walls of paradise; might be ruled by seductively silken and stupendously exhilarating fairies, But it was her vivaciously boisterous breath; that astoundingly and immortally ruled; every vein of my timidly extinguishing countenance…… And the entire Universe boundless and limitless; might be ruled by the grace of the Omnipresent Almighty Lord, But it was her passionately everlasting love; that relentlessly and immortally ruled; every beat of my capriciously disappearing heart….

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STILL THE RICHEST Not a single cloth to camouflage my devastatingly tottering body; as I trespassed like a ghoulishly grotesque ghost; through the uncouthly chilly winds of vengefully freezing winter, Not a single penny in my brutally bedraggled pockets; as I insanely loitered like a barbaric lunatic; through the lanes of overwhelmingly stinking poverty; and depraving cowardice, Not a single sound in my satanically rotting throat; as I groped like a parsimoniously dumb rat; through the painstakingly debilitated corridors; of dolorous doom and deprivation, Not a single hair to envelop my penuriously gleaming scalp; as I became an unsurpassable mountain of deplorable ridicule for the rich and rustically impoverished; alternatively and alike, Not a single shade to entrench my hopelessly deadened facial contours; as I pathetically stumbled on every step; into a dungeon of ghastly depression and horrendous prejudice, Not a single blush encompassing my haplessly beleaguered cheeks; as I frigidly slithered like colorlessly asphyxiated water; through the deserts of sweltering solitude, Not a single jewel embellishing my capriciously dithering flesh; as I got inevitably spat upon; by even the most despicably nonchalant of pigs, Not a single smile encapsulating my unfathomably cracked and sleazy lips; as I fulminated into an unending volley of remorseful tears; even in the most vibrantly ecstatic moments of vivid life, Not a single fantasy in my lecherously manipulative brain; as I parasitically sucked whatever I could lay my hands upon; to holistically survive, Not a single line on my insidiously lackadaisical palms; as I maniacally groped without the slightest of direction; destiny and ambition; for centuries immemorial, Not a single twinkle in my treacherously withering eyes; as I invidiously sighted nothing but hideously commercial corruption; even in the most majestic land of the handsomely divine, 286

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Not a single muscle in my abominably delirious arms; as I got wholesomely pulverized by even the most minuscule ants; the instants that they nimbly brushed by my disgustingly flailing side, Not a single morsel of food in my tyrannically famished stomach; as I approached veritable extinction more vociferously by the unfurling minute; with a cloud of abhorrent darkness incorrigibly lingering around my bizarrely annihilated persona, Not a single shadow emanating from my profusely penalized countenance; as I aimlessly wandered without an entity of my own; through the lanes of murderously crippling doom, Not a single cheer in my severely deprived demeanor; as I embraced the walls of lugubrious nonchalance; to be worthlessly squelched to piles of inconspicuous ash; on every path that I tread, Not a single fortification in my savagely strangulated senses; as I disappeared into wisps of non-existent oblivion; at the tiniest puff of air that wafted; from the irascibly pertinent mosquitoes mouth, Not a single enchantment in my devilishly maimed veins; as I blended with threadbare granules of insipid dust on the baseless streets; devouring obdurately dreary stones hurled at me by the entire planet; and from every possible side, Not a single breath in my sullenly constipated nostrils; as I relinquished even the most infinitesimal desire to survive; even as I was in the pristine prime of everlasting youth, But still the most richest man on this Universe; as I had her pricelessly invincible heartbeats; the immortal river of her Godly love; perpetually imprisoned in the inner most arenas of my chest; fulminating like a princess unassailable; and forever mine….

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FLAMES OF MIRACULOUS LOVE Her unsurpassable voice; was as tangy as the melodiously swaying oranges; drifting every element of my devastatingly sagging countenance; towards a world of fantastically spell binding enchantment, Her timeless shadow; was as ravishing as a voluptuously seductive cistern of mesmerizing fern; inundating each cranny of my slitheringly monotonous soul; with unparalleled exuberance to gustily surge forward in vivacious life, Her intricate eyelashes; were as silken as the enigmatically swirling clouds in resplendent cosmos; fanatically propelling me to chase the entrenchment of beauty and inexorable charisma; for times immemorial, Her fiery nostrils; were as piquant as boundless farms of ingratiatingly poignant chili; insatiably triggering me to intrepidly leap into the valley of ebullient adventure; be the untamed warrior of philanthropic patriotism; whenever the dungeon of diabolical lechery took its debilitating toll, Her marvelous eyes; were as impeccable as waterfalls of innocuously cascading cotton from the heart of the fathomless skies; nostalgically instilling in me the unprecedented euphoria; to be that untainted infant once again, Her incomprehensible odor; was as redolent as the tantalizingly crimson rose; profusely titillating me into a paradise of blissfully blossoming and perpetually gratifying prosperity, Her nimble toes; were as vibrant as the astoundingly iridescent rainbows; filtering beams of optimistic hope; in my existence plagued with horrifically despairing and inexplicably hopeless gloom, Her pristine lips; were as incredulously rubicund as the blooming apples; splashing every arena of my impoverished existence; with an unfathomable kaleidoscope of color and fabulously eternal charm, Her magnificent fingers; were as scintillating as the flamboyantly ferocious fingers; incinerating fireballs of everlasting passion; even in the heart of my every insidiously deadened night, Her golden perspiration; was as enchanting as gloriously celestial honey; enshrouding each pore of 288

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my overwhelmingly bedraggled demeanor; with the lantern of jubilantly melodious happiness, Her bedazzling stride; was as heavenly as the boisterously rhyming sparrows; engendering me to forever march ahead in my times of immeasurable ecstasy; and dolorous doom; alike, Her intriguing memory; was as fantastically charming as the milky moon; inexorably transpiring me to irrefutably remember; the most benevolently divine contributions; of my revered ancestors, Her delectable belly; was as mystically rejoicing as the poignantly undulating oceans; igniting thunderbolts of flirtatious lightening in every ingredient of my bones besieged with; morbidly despicable sadness, Her magical hair; were as ravishingly delightful as satiny angels frolicking in walls of invincible heaven; perpetuating me to perennially philander in the most grandiloquent palaces; fortified with the religions of ubiquitous humanity and tenacious solidarity, Her twinkling palms; were as magnanimous as the blessedly torrential showers of majestic rain; irrefutably teaching me the art of disseminating the art of ever-pervading mankind; to even the most infinitesimally remote parts of this astoundingly fragrant Universe, Her wonderful cheeks; were as joyous as the virgin shores of shimmering righteousness; indefatigably telling me to solely follow; nothing else but only the inner most fulminations of my passionate heart, Her Godly neck; was as priceless as those droplets of water amidst the acerbically sweltering desert sands; unequivocally encouraging me to wholesomely become; the sounds of those tyrannically deprived, Her tumultuous breath; was as compassionate as the royally roaring lions of steaming romance; embracing every iota of my disastrously trembling visage; with the tornados of an unassailably vivid existence, And her passionate heart; was as immortal as the countless pathways of Omnisciently bequeathing heavens; not only reinvigorating every space of my persona with the unconquerable fortitude to lead life; but bonding me forever and ever and ever; in the flames of miraculous love….

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DIVORCE There was a time when you welcomed me with untamed passion in your eyes into our redolent dwelling; magically applying the ointment of your stupendously ingratiating melody on my; disastrously frazzled forehead, While today there was belligerent viciousness in your eyes as you sighted me; ominously kicking me like strands of orphaned broomstick; into the mountain of baseless shit outside the kitchen window….. There was a time when you incessantly chanted my name; all brilliantly Sunlit day and even more euphorically in the heart of satanic midnight; ardently waiting for me to transit into a celestial reverie before you dared to shut your eyes the slightest, While today you ruthlessly ripped apart every cherished possession of mine; left me to devastatingly wander on the uncouth streets; without even a single cloth on my impoverished body… There was a time when you tirelessly fantasized about the contours of my fanatic persona in despicably solitary gloom; and even the center of the boisterously bustling and overwhelmingly rambunctious marketplace; alike, While today you contemptuously spat on every trace of my fading reflection; compassionately philandering with another man; right in front of my poignantly staring eyes…. There was a time when you intransigently embraced me with insatiable fire wafting from each of your voluptuous senses; following me like an incorrigible shadow; in my moments of jubilation and inexplicable distress; alike, While today you brutally excoriated every cranny of my flesh with your swords of pugnacious malice; roasting them to wholehearted satisfaction; before you sumptuously fed them to stray cats and dogs; alike…. There was a time when you immutably stared in the whites of my piquant eyes; mystically flirting and romancing with my drooping eyelashes; till times beyond eternity, While today you vindictively hurled me like a speck of frigid thread from the unfathomably towering mountaintop; pursing your lips profusely in supreme satisfaction; as my caricature disintegrated into a 290

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billion fragments; before eventually become an integral ingredient of the diabolical rocks…. There was a time when you unflinchingly supported me in the course of every acrimonious impediment that I bizarrely confronted; hugging invincibly to my nimble demeanor like a child entwined tightly; to its mother’s bosom, While today I was the most debilitating parasite for you in your blessed life; as you hired dexterous gunmen from all over the planet; to lethally squelch me into my inconspicuous grave…. There was a time when you conceived me as the most beautiful organism on this entire Universe; profoundly enthused by even the most rustically bohemian gestures that were an intrinsic part of my every footstep, While today you overwhelmingly admired even the most satanically lecherous man on the street; commanding me to scrupulously extricate every iota of abominable grime; from his devilish shoes…. There was a time when you fervently waited for countless hours on the trot; just to hear even an ephemeral trace of my wavering voice; bouncing in unprecedented ecstasy; as I staggeringly stepped back from yet another heinous day in the monotonous office, While today you dictatorially used each part of my shivering flesh to scrub the floors of your ostentatious castle; savagely dumping me into the garbage bin; before you slapped the lid with chains of unsurpassable prejudice…. There was a time when your every expedition was incomplete without me; as you royally frolicked on my shoulders; as I weaved us gloriously through the resplendently enamoring forests, While today you maliciously left me unguarded amidst the battalion of bellicose sharks; almost chortled every organ of your body out; as the monsters thanked you for receiving the best prey of their insidious life….. And there was a time when you were just freshly MARRIED to me; bonding your heart; soul and body in flames of immortal love; pledging to take birth again with my impoverished grace; everytime the planet salvaged a chance to be born; once again, While today you snobbishly paraded through the grandiloquent palaces of the uxorious King; ordering his guards to bury even the last of my veins alive; as you invidiously yelled the dreaded word DIVORCE…. 291

EACH BEAT OF MY HEART

Each part of my disastrously dithering fingers; lived solely for your magical palms; ardently anticipating those cherished moments; when you clasped me in your divinely warmth, Each pore of my devastatingly impoverished skin; lived solely for your compassionately pristine sweat; relentlessly wanting to blend with your scent of timeless perseverance; for centuries unfathomable, Each follicle of my ludicrously sagging eyelashes; lived solely for your marvelously exhilarating flirtation; relishing fathomless moments of rhapsodic jubilation; profusely enthused by the majestic leap in your charismatic stride, Each tinge on my pathetically imprisoned lips; lived solely for your bountifully celestial smiles; indefatigably floating in a magical entrenchment of your voluptuously eluding senses, Each cranny of my bizarrely dwindling toes; lived solely for your gloriously heavenly footprints; ardently dreaming all day and sensuously starry night; of kissing the paths your most philanthropically tread, Each tear of my gruesomely blinded eyes; lived solely for your blissfully poignant and benevolent soul; eternally wanting to sight your reflection in the tenure of my destined life; and even till countless births after my veritable death, Each reverberation of my dolorously dangling ears; solely lived for your unsurpassable ocean of resplendently twinkling sounds; piquantly deluging every aspect of my manipulatively tyrannical existence; with unprecedented vibrancy and emphatic cheer, Each ingredient of my viciously asphyxiated blood; solely lived for your irrefutably triumphant tenacity to unflinchingly face even the most acrimonious of obstacle in life; your spell binding spirit to unitedly survive embracing the religion of priceless mankind, Each shade of my despicably withering cheek; solely lived for your innocuously Godly kiss; which transited 292

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me into a paradise infinite kilometers higher than the seductive clouds; triggering fireballs of untamed ebullience; all throughout my feeble persona, Each chord of my ghastily cacophonic throat; solely lived for your immaculately gorgeous yawns; nostalgically catapulting me back into realms of impeccable childhood; when I bounced uninhibitedly and without the slightest of apprehension; in the sacrosanct lap of my mother, Each element of my nervously fluttering shadow; solely lived for your marvelously imposing and tantalizing countenance; the irrevocably unending spell of ecstatic enchantment that you ravishingly diffused; every time you alighted your nimble foot, Each curvature of my deplorably pulverized spine; solely lived for your irrefutably Omnipotent touch; wholesomely mitigating me of all my inexplicable sorrow; rendering me speechless in a world of everlasting newness and unbelievably swirling happiness, Each wrinkle on my treacherously crinkled skin; solely lived for your stupendously blossoming and piquantly iridescent freshness; as you unfurled into an infinite colors of vivacious life; on every path that your enchantingly tread, Each iota of my murderously depleted and dilapidated muscle; solely lived for your tireless tenacity to surge forward in titillating life; rhetorically maneuvering me from a dungeon of delinquently stagnant darkness into a civilization of eternally gratifying light, Each bone of my lecherously extinguishing body; solely lived for your unbelievably humanitarian cadence; your undaunted struggle to alleviate crippling suffering; incessantly pioneer to uplift all those deprived; in the impregnable chapter of your life, Each wave of my excruciatingly incarcerated soul; solely lived for your miraculously intrepid exultation to synergistically lead life; disseminate the essence of mankind to every dwelling besieged with agonizing pain; and gory darkness, Each corridor of my manipulatively commercial conscience; solely lived for your irrevocably invincible ideals of truth and non-violence; the winds of ubiquitous solidarity on which you unassailably floated; every time the earth was born; once again, Each puff of my staggeringly barbaric breath; solely lived for your melodiously tinkling vivacity; the 293

fearless tranquility on your redolently untainted face; even when you were just about to relinquish your last bit of sagaciousness; and enter your horrific grave, And each beat of my pathetically dying heart; solely lived for your immortally passionate love; the insatiable propensity in your unconquerable chest; that not only granted me a countless benign lives; but didn’t let me die even after my death…..

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EVERY HEART DREAMT OF Every kite; whether gigantic or diminutively short; incessantly dreamt of soaring through the blanket of mesmerizing clouds; melodiously embracing the panoramic festoon of glorious paradise, Every frog; whether monstrous or harmlessly tiny; irretrievably dreamt of swimming in the morbidly cloistered well; croaking to the fullest of its nimble heart’s content; as torrential tumblers of water descended from the sky, Every grass blade; whether lanky or pathetically withering; dreamt of being compassionately kissed by a blanket of unfathomably glistening dewdrops; voraciously tingling it till times beyond realms of marvelous eternity; every majestic dawn, Every lion; whether gargantuan or minuscule cub; relentlessly dreamt of sucking satanic rivers of crimson blood; surreptitiously hoisting the impeccable infant; to profusely titillate its taste buds; at the crack of sinister midnight, Every butterfly; whether huge or infinitesimally babyish; dreamt of mischievously flirting in magically Omnipotent beams of poignant sunshine; disseminating a wave of unparalleled jubilation in every puff of wind; that it exuberantly caressed, Every wave; whether mammoth or ludicrously infantile; tirelessly dreamt of passionately smooching the silver streaked shores; culminating into rhapsodically froth; after handsomely blending with the vibrant sands, Every mosquito; whether big or irascibly inconspicuous; indefatigably dreamt of hovering around the silken angel’s eardrum; ominously stabbing its pernicious hood in robust skin; salvaging even the tiniest of opportunity when the master fell transiently asleep, Every leaf; whether colossal or miserably parsimonious; intransigently dreamt of swinging in ebullient draughts of vivacious breeze; royally experiencing the ravishing winds piquantly tickle its pristinely barren periphery, Every army; whether Herculean or meagerly paltry; immutably dreamt of kicking the viciously diabolical traitors forever from its sacred motherland; patriotically sacrificing its life for its soil; to be immortally crowned as valiant martyrs, 295

Every magician; whether towering or frigidly gawky; inexorably dreamt of enthralling his audience with an endless flurry of spellbinding tricks; solely diffusing simply insatiably inimitable artistry from his dexterously gifted fingers, Every egg; whether colossal or sullenly cramped; dreamt of beautifully evolving into a magnificently scintillating fledgling; being the darling of all race and tribes; with its innocuously blissful mannerisms, Every snake; whether long or ludicrously tiny; dreamt of savagely slithering its way through the cradle of shimmering innocence; stealthily devouring new born offsprings; lethally swishing its abominably poisonous hood, Every writer; whether imposing or rustically bohemian; marvelously dreamt of diffusing the impregnable essence of his cherished words to the most fathomless corner of this Universe; be recognized by every color; religion and age; alike, Every eyeball; whether expanded or despicably half shut; unendingly dreamt of witnessing exotically resplendent beauty; assimilating the unsurpassable multitude of eclectic flavors; wandering celestially upon the trajectory of this boundless planet, Every mountain; whether domineering or obsoletely extinct; continuously dreamt of basking in the full and profoundly untamed glory of the flamboyant Sun; enjoying the ferociously sizzling rays full throttle; before they eventually reached the lackluster earth, Every cuckoo; whether towering or timidly petite; eternally dreamt of inundating every particle of the gloomily desolate atmosphere with its fragrantly blooming tunes; ecstatically enshroud the air with supreme enlightenment; as vespered beams of light crept from the east, Every cloud; whether enormous or ridiculously insignificant; timelessly dreamt of fulminating into tumultuous blankets of golden rain; deluging every single cranny of dreadfully sweltering soil; with the unbelievably soothing magic of heavenly liquid, Every demon; whether massive or incongruously muddled; insurmountably dreamt of parasitically annihilating holistically harmonious living race; placating his treacherous gluttony with honest fountains of; unerring blood, Every soul; whether impregnable or lackadaisically wandering; irrefutably dreamt of tracing back its fascinating roots; having a blessed glimpse into the 296

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space; from where it mystically emanated, And every heart; whether young or miserably old; invincibly dreamt of finding the most immortal love its life; engendering it to survive as the richest entity alive; triggering it to spawn a civilization of astoundingly optimistic light in the absolute center of death and malicious demise….

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I wasn’t afraid of inexplicably gloomy darkness; as I unflinchingly embraced it with the profuse enlightenment to fanatically exist; lingering impregnably in my eyes, I wasn’t afraid of diabolically satanic thorns; as I tread over them without batting a single eyelid; with an overwhelming yearning to survive exuberantly encapsulating each of impoverished senses, I wasn’t afraid of morbidly remorseful solitude; as I blazingly confronted each acrimonious obstacle that dared trespass me in my way; with a wave of unrelenting optimism; encompassing me like an invincible fortress from all sides, I wasn’t afraid of treacherously devastating destiny; as I wholeheartedly accepted the winds of tyrannical doom in my ebulliently gallant stride; kissed the heavens of robust life with an unsurpassable ardor to exist turbulently fulminating; in each iota of my blood, I wasn’t afraid of treacherously blood soaked roads; as I coined a path of benign righteousness on every lane that I tread; with an ocean of unfathomable majesty descending enthrallingly; over single of my enthusiastic bone, I wasn’t afraid of morbidly forlorn boredom; as I enamoringly embraced the curtainspread of vivacious freedom even in my times of malicious prejudice; to triumphantly pioneer a holistic new chapter of fulfilling life, I wasn’t afraid of manipulatively distorted ugliness; as I sculptured immaculately benevolent townships with the blessings of the grandiloquently Omnipotent Lord; astoundingly unfurling into a fascinating kaleidoscope of heavenly color; in timeless life, I wasn’t afraid of horrendously despicable crippling; as I formidably stored a platform of irrefutable truth for centuries immemorial; ecstatically rejoicing and replenishing in the full spirit of; graciously bequeathing life, I wasn’t afraid of parasitically satanic demons sucking blood; as I dexterously dispersed them singlehandedly from mammoth crowds of innocuous peace; flamboyantly marching ahead; with the incomprehensible 298

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ardor of existence, I wasn’t afraid of disastrously freezing and cold blooded avalanches; as I profoundly engrossed my mind; body and spirit in unprecedented clouds of meditation; enveloping each ingredient of my crimson blood with untamed glory; and spell binding fascination, I wasn’t afraid of devastatingly scorching heat; as I magnificently pacified each of my tumultuously withering nerves; with the blissful melody of gorgeously captivating existence, I wasn’t afraid of hideously snobbish and ulterior malice; as I celestially blossomed into unfathomable newness on every rhapsodic hill that I trespassed through; voluptuously caressing every mesmerizing ingredient of fathomless beauty; philandering on this gregarious planet, I wasn’t afraid lecherously savage corruption; as I incorrigibly traversed on the path of harmonious solidarity; existing in divine synergy with the waterfall of euphoric love, I wasn’t afraid of heinously penalizing beasts; as I endeavored my best to maneuver them back on the road to symbiotic intermingling; with an unsurpassable fervor to clamber to the epitome of philanthropically scintillating success; transpiring me ahead; in charismatic life, I wasn’t afraid of gloomily wavering undulations; as I intransigently adhered to all the simplistically redolent philosophies of godly existence; solely and profoundly listening to the inner most voices of my heart, I wasn’t afraid of brutally despairing blindness; as I brilliantly culminated into a tornado of stupendous energy and royalty; wholesomely clinging to the invincible tree; of piquantly vibrant life, I wasn’t afraid of deplorably horrific poverty; as I supremely placated each vein and reflection of mine with the perennially everlasting fruits of magical nature; sleeping under the blanket of bountifully bestowing life, I wasn’t even afraid of rampantly slipping and gruesomely massacring breath; as I was inevitably prepared to face even the most lecherous tryst with gory death; only to perpetually rest in wonderfully Omniscient entrenchment of Almighty God; for times immemorial, But I was immortally afraid of losing her majestically silken grace; of losing her impeccably timeless voice; 299

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LIGHTING THE LANTERN OF MY LOVE I might have miserably floundered to metamorphose wild roots of bohemian tree; into the astronomical summits of the flamboyantly scintillating mountain, I might have ludicrously stumbled in my attempts to; scrupulously blend every iota of fathomless sky; with inevitably priceless granules of patriotic soil, I might have made a pathetic mockery of myself; while incessantly endeavoring to convert the heinously treacherous crocodile; into a celestially fragrant saint, I might have insanely dithered to illuminate the devastatingly ulterior interiors of the gutter; into a garden of bountifully fragrant and voluptuously everlasting rose, But I still felt like the most blessed organism on this boundlessly gregarious Universe; as I had triggered the fire of my unassailable love in her impeccable eyes; perpetually bonding with her mind; body and philanthropic spirit; for fathomless more births yet to unveil…..

I might have staggered like a grotesquely cacophonic clown; while inundating every granule of swelteringly acrimonious desert soil; with fountains of resplendent water, I might have crumbled more ludicrously than a pack of insipid cards; as I indefatigably endeavored to quell the most diabolically perilous of hurricane; with the wavering harmony in my impoverished voice, I might have relentlessly hung on the branches of sinister desolation; as I unflinchingly attempted to profoundly rejuvenate; graveyards deluged with a countless corpse, I might have despicably sung the tunes of worthless nothingness; while irrevocably trying to mélange all religions across the mesmerizing Universe; into the unequivocal religion of humanity, But I still felt like the most blessed organism on this endlessly ebullient Universe; as I had impregnably become every element of her marvelously enigmatic destiny; perpetually bonding with her mind; body and philanthropic spirit; for fathomless more births yet to unveil…..

I might have tasted venomously inconspicuous dust; while leaping from the spacecraft bare chested; to frolic like an angel in the realms of unprecedented desire; after hitting the uncouthly obdurate ground, I might have been pulverized into indolent bits of infinitesimal tomato curry; while brazenly attempting to stop the satanic tornado of lechery; with the unsurpassable resilience lingering in my patriotic stride,

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I might have intransigently failed in every examination of mine; being ruthlessly kicked like a frigidly disgruntled matchstick; on the lanes of remorsefully abhorrent malice, I might have reduced to a droplet of diminutively indecipherable ice; as I explicitly tried to envisage the contours of magnanimously astounding beauty; in the entrenchment of glimmering mirrors; leaning by the ferocious fireside, I might have obsoletely reconciled to live with the pertinently slithering worms; after being deplorably ostracized by all conventional norms and philosophies; of the murderously morbid society, I might have crucified myself on nails of despondently rotting depression; ignominiously castigated and insidiously rebuked by all fraternities of mankind; as I tried to diffuse the waves of uninhibitedly synergistic freedom; in monotonously slaving tribes, But I still felt like the most blessed organism on this Omnisciently exotic Universe; as I had eternally succeeded in lighting the lantern of my perennial love in the corridors of her immortal heart; perpetually bonding with her mind; body and philanthropic spirit; for fathomless more births yet to unveil…..

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THERE WAS SOMETHING There was something in those insatiably poignant eyes of hers; which said that she tumultuously craved for my unrelenting stares, There was something in those ardently passionate lips of hers; which said that she indefatigably longed for me to kiss her; till times beyond infinite infinity, There was something in those ravishingly tantalizing hair of hers; which said that she fervently yearned for my everlasting caress; descending like a timeless angel in each of my wandering senses, There was something in those seductively charismatic eyelashes of hers; which said that she unfathomably desired to be tickled by my groping fingers; triggering her entire countenance into fireballs of unrelenting delight, There was something in those titillating shadows of hers; which said that she relentlessly desired to perennially coalesce with my romantic spirit; compassionately explore every cranny of my flesh; with the untamed tenacity of a freshly born child, There was something in those marvelously piquant feet of hers; which said that she intransigently wanted me to indefatigably chase her till beyond the summits of eternal eternity; irrefutably conquering every iota of her majestically magical aura, There was something in those royal expressions of hers; which said that she incorrigibly aspired to unceasingly gyrate with me under resplendent rivers of milky moonlight; sleep like an innocuously divine angel impregnably snuggling close to my chest; for centuries unprecedented, There was something in those rhapsodic sounds of hers; which said that she unassailably longed for me to frenziedly feel each element of her jubilantly ecstatic happiness; profoundly inviting me to bond with her; fathomlessly enamoring beauty, There was something in those ingratiatingly titillating smiles of hers; which said that she invincibly wished for me to compassionately trace the outlines of her rosy lips; forever exist with her majestically Omnipotent aura; for countless more births yet to unfurl, There was something in those princely cheeks of hers; 303

which immutably cried for me to mischievously pinch them; nostalgically philander with her in meadows of innocent childhood; for countless brilliant days and vibrantly ebullient nights, There was something in those divinely ears of hers; which irrefutably sizzled for me to drift my melodiously captivating enigma into her heavenly nape; tingle even the most inconspicuous trace of her imagery; with the masculinity in my stride, There was something in those exuberantly radiant teeth of hers; which incessantly burnt for me to profusely intertwine all my exhilaration and gloom with her fulminating soul; handsomely alike, There was something in those enchantingly fabulous footsteps of hers; which said that she tirelessly waited for me to enter the door of her fervently trembling conscience; take complete and overwhelming control over each of her galloping thoughts, There was something in those honeysuckle fingers of hers; which said that she insurmountably fantasized about interlocking her vivaciously intriguing destiny with mine; perpetually transposing each rivulet of my crimson blood; with her ,marvelously scented veins, There was something in those magnificently tangy birthmarks of hers; which said that she thunderously perceived me in an astounding kaleidoscope of fascinating forms; ardently stared ghastly death in its deplorable face; to savor just a single delicious whisper from my throat, There was something in those fulminating goose-bumps of hers; which said that she uncontrollably wanted me to celestially hug her for all sides; make her the unequivocal queen of my brain and body; alike, There was something in those glorious paintings of hers; which said that she impregnably conceived me as the only messiah of her priceless life; intrepidly surging ahead with me; to unitedly exist for a countless more lifetimes, There was something in those Godly breaths of hers; which said that she perennially wanted me to feel the wafts of Omnipotent air diffusing from her nostrils; timelessly survive nestling against the congenially joyous warmth of her pristine chest, And there was something in those passionate heartbeats of hers; which said that she wanted me to immortally love her; forever listen to the innocuous cadence of her countenance; forever follow her and make her solely mine…. 304

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FOR ME TO BE EVER POSSESSED Bond your divinely hands so immortally with my disastrously impoverished fingers; that it was incorrigibly impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other hands on this boundless Universe; for centuries immemorial, Bond your magical feet so immortally with my rustically bohemian toes; that it was irrevocably impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other feet on this fathomless Universe; for decades unfathomable, Bond your heavenly eyes so immortally with my pathetically devastated lids; that it was intransigently impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other eyes on this tantalizing Universe; for times unsurpassable, Bond your philanthropic smiles so immortally with my ludicrously morbid lips; that it was unbelievably impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other smiles on this endless Universe; for limitless fortnights, Bond your ingratiating melody so immortally with my devastatingly dithering throat; that it was immutably impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other melody on this fascinating Universe; for countless more years to unveil, Bond your tantalizing fantasies so immortally with my treacherously monotonous mind; that it was irrefutably impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other fantasy on this everlasting Universe; for relentless days and nights unprecedented, Bond your ravishing tongue so immortally with my ridiculously cacophonic throat; that it was impregnably impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other tongue on this timeless Universe; for infinite more births of mine, Bond your rhapsodic hair so immortally with penuriously entangled scalp; that it was unconquerably impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other hair on this majestic Universe; for incomprehensible more moments to tranquilly descend, Bond your twinkling ears so immortally with my brutally punctured lobes; that it was intractably 305

impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other ear’s on this flamboyant Universe; for as long as the earth existed, Bond your uninhibited philanthropism so immortally with lecherously manipulative demeanor; that it was unassailably impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other philanthropism on this mesmerizing Universe; for endless more moments to unfurl, Bond your titillating shadow so immortally with my horrifically remorseful reflection; that it was unequivocally impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other shadow on this glorious Universe; for indefatigable more instants yet to be born, Bond your seducing enigma so immortally with my indigently commercial countenance; that it was perennially impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other enigma on this compassionate Universe; for unending more civilizations; yet to evolve, Bond your voluptuous charisma so immortally with my miserably shivering and orphaned senses; that it was perpetually impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other charisma on this panoramic Universe; for countless kilometers; even beyond my veritable grave, Bond your benevolent philosophy so immortally with my despondently greedy visage; that it was eternally impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other philosophy on this mystical Universe; for immeasurable days; even after I was blended with specks of dust, Bond your unflinching strength so immortally with my insipidly sagging and languid bones; that it was doggedly impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other strength on this euphoric Universe; for even after; the sky had wholesomely blended with threadbare mud, Bond your poignant blood so immortally with my heinously adulterated and decaying veins; that it was irreversibly impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other blood on this ecstatic Universe; for billions of kilometers; even after the Sun had set, Bond your Omnipotent aura so immortally with my nonchalantly lackadaisical persona; that it was unimaginably impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other aura on this spell binding Universe; for unthinkable more spaces; even beyond the land of infinite infinity, Bond your Omnipresent breath so immortally with my morosely extinguishing existence; that it was inexorably impossible for me to be ever possessed by 306

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any other breath on this blissful Universe; for unending more seconds; even after the clock had completely ceased to tick, And bond your passionate heart so immortally with my capriciously betraying beats; that it was indomitably impossible for me to be ever possessed by any other heart on this marvelous Universe; for countless more heavens; even after I reached the island of hell….

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THE ROOF OF IMMORTAL LOVE

The roof of celestially divine peace; irrefutably rested on the miraculous foundations of; bountifully symbiotic and coalesced harmony, The roof of vivacious resplendence; irrefutably rested on the ebullient foundations of; an exuberantly intrepid and exploring survival, The roof of perennially bestowing happiness; irrefutably rested on the charismatic foundations of; tranquilly blissful and serene contentment, The roof of gloriously invincible triumph; irrefutably rested on the patriotic foundations of; unflinchingly unconquerable and perennial solidarity, The roof of insatiably unprecedented thrill; irrefutably rested on the intriguing foundations of; magically tantalizing and voluptuous fantasy, The roof of flamboyantly unstoppable glory; irrefutably rested on the benign foundations of; an unfathomably philanthropic and majestic soul, The roof of mischievously blossoming youth; irrefutably rested on the winking foundations of; timelessly impeccable and ingratiating flirtation, The roof of rhapsodically everlasting prosperity; irrefutably rested on the Omnipotent foundations of; impregnably handsome and unequivocal truth, The roof of enchantingly silken beauty; irrefutably rested on pristine foundations of; a benevolently imparting and uninhibited countenance, The roof of marvelously scintillating healing; irrefutably rested on the Omnipresent foundations of; stupendously fabulous and perpetual faith, The roof of gorgeously dazzling success; irrefutably rested on the godly foundations of; the immaculately divine and sacrosanct mother, The roof of astoundingly baffling enigma; irrefutably rested on the mystical foundations of; inscrutably titillating and seductive whispers, The roof of insurmountably celestial captivation; irrefutably rested on the enamoring foundations of; unfathomably enthralling and fascinating melody, The roof of royally undefeatable honest; irrefutably rested on the candid foundations of; the impeccably taintless and Omniscient conscience, 308

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The roof of tantalizingly inevitable attraction; irrefutably rested on the ravishing foundations of; unsurpassably poignant and alluring seduction, The roof of sagaciously prudent learning; irrefutably rested on the holistically pious foundations of; relentlessly dedicated and self purifying meditation, The roof of incomprehensibly unending wealth; irrefutably rested on the Oligarchic foundations of; eternally infinite and resplendent romance, The roof of inevitably euphoric survival; irrefutably rested on the fathomless foundations of; ecstatically cascading and compassionate breath, And the roof of immortally spell binding love; irrefutably rested on the ubiquitous foundations of; passionately throbbing and priceless heart….

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BLESSEDLY ALIVE I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest even if the entire planet fathomless and unfathomably majestic; uncouthly scowled at me; disparagingly disapproving the most celestial of my impeccable gestures, If you smiled at me just an infinitesimal trifle; triggering untamed fireballs of optimistic desire; in my mind; body and devastatingly dithering spirit….. I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest even if the entire planet gregarious and resplendently bountiful; treacherously plotted against me; to vindictively incarcerate me in; webs of diabolical depravation and manipulative malice, If you just stood unflinchingly for a minute by my side in brilliantly flamboyant light as well as remorsefully ghastly darkness; transpiring me to metamorphose every wish of my impoverished heart; into an impregnably eternal reality…. I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest even if the entire planet boundless and stupendously magical; barbarically nailed me to my morbidly morose grave; although I rhapsodically galloped forward; in the vibrantly pristine prime of life, If you just caressed me tenderly on my forehead with your miraculously fragrant palms; propelling me to soar above the clouds of philanthropic fantasy for times immemorial; take a countless more births amidst benign mankind; in this single lifetime of mine….. I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest even if the entire planet ravishing and intriguingly fathomless; didn’t crown me with a single accolade; brutally condemning and castigating me; for the most priceless piece of art that diffused from my poignant veins, If you just said “Well Done” from your invincibly Omnipotent mouth; making me feel the most irrefutably opulent man alive; with all assimilated richness lingering on this planet; blissfully descending over each of my disastrously despicable senses…. I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest even if the entire planet timeless and marvelously fabulous; ruthlessly kicked me to realms of deplorably nonchalant submission; relentlessly making me lick nothing but threadbare mountains of dirt; from rotting 310

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soil, If you just gave me an inconspicuous iota of space in your divine lap; not only pacifying my tyrannized agony of a countless years; but perpetually ensuring that I unequivocally mitigated the suffering; of all inexplicably shivering mankind…. I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest even if the entire planet boundless and ingratiatingly glorious; satanically spat on my debilitated countenance; worse than a vulture excoriating apart its gruesomely stinking carrion, It you bequeathed upon me the honor; of feeling just your single breath; which instantaneously transited me into an unconquerably euphoric slumber; making me wholesomely oblivious to the unsurpassably sinister vagaries; of the commercial world outside…. I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest even if the entire planet infinite and voluptuously majestic; mercilessly stole all my incomprehensible ocean of fantastic dreams; drowning me insidiously into a hurricane of despondently conventional rules and regulations, If you just winked for an instant with your Omnisciently beautiful eyelids; ebulliently transiting me back into realms of impeccable childhood; when I uninhibitedly philandered and frolicked; in the divinely warmth of my only goddess; who was my royal mother…. I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest even if the entire planet perpetual and grandiloquently everlasting; parasitically sucked the last iota of blood from my body; and then left me to die in a dungeon of menacing scorpions; while they rejoiced in crimson wine and vixen; merrily outside, If you kissed me just once with your Omnipresently sacred lips; which annihilated the very essence of obsolete sorrow and crippling misery; forever from the chapter of my painstakingly staggering life….. And I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest even if the entire planet twinkling and ecstatically gigantic; hated and treated me worse than they could treat their own shit; ominously pulverizing every innocuously benign deed of mine; with bizarre swords of heinous prejudice, If you just gave me a single heartbeat of your immortally palpitating and enchantingly sacrosanct heart; blessing me with unassailable virtue of 311

shedding my life tirelessly for my immaculately afflicted comrades; and yet towering tall from the ashes; as exuberantly bouncing; and BLESSEDLY ALIVE…….

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TANTALISING MY HEART Tantalizing my impoverished eyes; was her ingratiatingly ravishing belly; as she swished like the ultimate seductress of ecstatic fantasy; through the glorious curtainspread of the pristine forests, Tantalizing my diminutive lips; was her fabulously enamoring smile; as she majestically bequeathed upon her magical grace; upon every step that she royally trespassed through, Tantalizing my indigently bedraggled palms; was her sensuously titillating flesh; as she blossomed like an impeccable fairy; disseminating the essence of humanity on every particle of the rhapsodic atmosphere; that she tenderly caressed, Tantalizing my rustically bohemian feet; were her unsurpassably delectable fingertips; as she weaved a trail of poignantly euphoric compassion; to magnificently metamorphose my treacherously beleaguered life, Tantalizing my blearily exhausted eardrum; was her exotically spell binding voice; as she marvelously whispered the secrets of a charismatically enigmatic existence; at the crack of every seductively ethereal dawn, Tantalizing my devastatingly dithering teeth; was her immaculately shimmering nape; as she swirled piquantly in a garden of unfathomably gregarious rose; surrendering herself in wholesome totatlity to the mists of unprecedented desire, Tantalizing my uncouthly estranged tastebuds; was the captivating softness in her melodious touch; as she bounced exhilaratingly on the carpet of untamed yearning; for centuries incomprehensible, Tantalizing my staggeringly famished veins; was her unassailable ardor to propel forward in life; patriotically march towards the corridors of irrefutable triumph; to spawn and sparkle a holistically vibrant tomorrow, Tantalizing my painstakingly withering tongue; was her candidly explicit speech; as she divulged the innermost recesses of her heart; to bloom into a fountain of ubiquitous honesty and unequivocal humanity, Tantalizing my pathetically shriveled spine; was her 313

voluptuously sizzling reflection; as she spun the tale of our everlastingly mesmerizing romance; to blend with the paradise of bountiful glory in blue sky, Tantalizing my ludicrously barren scalp; was the rhythmic cadence of her daintily plodding footsteps; as she frolicked like an impeccable angel behind the inscrutably starlit gorges; with each of her flaming senses; profusely intertwined with mine, Tantalizing my lecherously exhausted brain; was her relentless repertoire of tingling fantasies; as she vivaciously danced in a fathomless myriad of blissful forms; in every divinely dream of mine, Tantalizing my ridiculously sagging shoulders; was her insatiable fervor to unflinchingly confront the most acrimonious of obstacles; tower tall as the fortress of philanthropism for countless more births to fantastically unveil, Tantalizing my worthlessly sinking destiny; was her benign disposition to embrace one and all alike in inexplicable misery; as she dedicated each instant of her immaculately heavenly life; to the service of dwindling mankind, Tantalizing my cacophonically rickety legs; was her profound vigor to stand by the path of impregnable righteousness; as she chanted the miraculous mantras of a united existence; till the time she abnegated her last breath, Tantalizing my despondently dejected conscience; was the invincibly truthful glow in the whites of her Omnipotent eyes; as she sacrificed herself to a billion bizarre deaths; just to wonderfully diffuse the priceless scent of goodness, Tantalizing my worthlessly wandering soul; was her unconquerable imagery of timelessly coalesced brotherhood; as she harmoniously galloped forward with her comrades in distress; bonded in threads of perennial solidarity, Tantalizing my gloomily disappearing breath; was her unbelievable fortitude to excel in every benevolent sphere of life; as she blazed like an ebullient inferno of unstoppable newness; defying the baseless norms of the murderously conventional society, And tantalizing my nonchalantly disgruntled heart; was her ocean of immortally celestial love; as she incarcerated me forever in the realms of her resplendent chest; taught me forever to love; love and boundlessly exist; only for the sacrosanct spirit of holy love…. 314

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TRUE ROMANCE True silence is when you; profusely concentrated for hours immemorial on the mystically lingering voice of your righteous conscience, True adolescence is when you; start feeling that you were no longer that immaculate child frolicking once upon a time; in the sacrosanct lap of your mother, True perseverance is when you; work unflinchingly under sweltering rays of the Sun; earn your bread at the cost of your blood; amidst a pack of hostile wolves, True effervescence is when you; voraciously splash both your hands and feet in euphorically swirling and tangy ocean water, True diligence is when you; remain committed to your mission; even after it was successfully completed, True obeisance is when you; humbly bow down before the people you revere; wholesomely shrugging all your pompously inflated mountain of pretentions, True penance is when you; feel really sorry from the inner most realms of the soul; are ready to do anything to rectify your horrifically treacherous sins, True benevolence is when you; philanthropically donate to your fellow compatriots in inexplicable pain; even you are shivering on the tenterhooks of abrupt extinction, True disturbance is when you; keep murmuring something irascibly pertinent under your breath; while the other person is trying to profoundly emphasize upon his point of view, True pretence is when you; act like an irrefutably unconquerable king; even when you didn’t posses the capacity to hear your own voice, True reverence is when you; insurmountably cherish the memories of your beloved; even countless centuries after their death, True cadence is when you; rhythmically measure every beat you sing; to the most astronomical degree of perfection with the melodious wind, True malevolence is when you; hate a person to the most unprecedented limits; even in your ethereally 315

fading nocturnal dreams, True vengeance is when you; take infinite births to take revenge from the person who traumatized you; if at all this birth proved futile, True fragrance is when you; profusely smelt the exotically blossoming lotus; let its redolence altruistically diffuse in every corner of this Universe, True prudence is when you; contemplated to the fullest capacity of your ingeniously god gifted mind; were able to perceive beyond the most fathomless of times, True renaissance is when you; intrepidly motivated your entire country to rise against the lecherously evil; annihilate even the most tiniest trace of heinous evil from the belly of mother earth, True distance is when you; inevitably cant bond with the love of your life; even when you lived just whisker lengths of breath away, True existence is when you; lead each day of unveiling life to its absolute fullest; instilled the same wave of palpably exuberant life in each of your fellow human beings, And true romance is when you; could do anything for the person whom you loved on this planet; stand beside her even when she was about to enter her grace and you still had countless more births destined of precious life….

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I PREFERRED TO CALL I preferred to call smoke; ONLY SMOKE; as it was disdainfully dirty and horrendously polluted the serene carpets of atmosphere, I preferred to call the stone ONLY STONE; as it was bereft of the slightest of empathy; stared in morbid silence for hours immemorial towards the blanket of stars, I preferred to call the pig ONLY PIG; as it prolifically disseminated and perpetuated filth in every mesmerizing path it transgressed, I preferred to call the knife ONLY KNIFE; as it harbored the virtue of indiscriminate blood; ghastily ripped through innocent flesh at diabolical will, I preferred to call a chunk of obnoxious sewage ONLY SEWAGE; as it punctuated the rhapsodic air with an unfathomably repulsive perfume, I preferred to call a tornado ONLY TORNADO; as it mercilessly annihilated the most minuscule trace of life existing on this planet, I preferred to call an earthquake ONLY EARTHQUAKE; as it gobbled up immaculate entities in the swirl of its viciously reverberating tremors, I preferred to call an avalanche ONLY AVALANCHE; as it impregnated an inexplicable wave of deathly chill in all those tangible scattered around; treacherously engulfed heavenly children in cloudbursts of satanic snow, I preferred to call the thorn ONLY THORN; as it invidiously pierced unsuspecting skin; propelled a flurry of hysterical tears to dribble down the cheeks, I preferred to call the footprint ONLY FOOTPRINT; as it triggered in me an inexorable nostalgia for the past; faded into obsolete wisps of nothingness with the tiniest draught of wind, I preferred to call the frown ONLY FROWN; as it embodied a cloud of pathetic gloom in blissful entities seated around; dreadfully disrupted the harmony of God's divinely creation, I preferred to call vulture ONLY VULTURE; as it insidiously plucked the flesh of my revered 317

compatriots who had celestially relinquished breath to depart for their heavenly abode, I preferred to call the dustbin ONLY DUSTBIN; as it profusely fostered overwhelmingly crumpled fragments; which decimated traces of exuberant energy, I preferred to call the dungeon ONLY DUNGEON; as it ruthlessly abdicated all forms of vivaciously blistering sunlight; rotting in perennial darkness; bringing euphoric man closer to his grave, I preferred to call bombastic slang ONLY SLANG; as it hideously overpowered the rustically holistic rudiments of an individual; made him wholesomely oblivious to even the place where he was born, I preferred to call poison ONLY POISON; as it snapped the fangs of precious existence; with its lethally abominable venom, I preferred to call the devil ONLY DEVIL; as he dared the audacity to raise his savagely senseless head in front of my Omnipresent Creator, But I preferred to call my Mother; as Mom; Mamma; Mummy; Mommy; Ma and an infinite other names from the repertoire of God; as she was the entity who had given me birth to witness and relish this fabulous world, And I preferred to call my Beloved; as sweetheart; darling; revered wife; dreamgirl; poetry; and an infinite other names in the treasury of Almighty Lord; as she was the very reason that I was breathing life this very moment; infact would continue to live even if the planet failed to be born again…….

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BRINGING A SMILE ON YOUR FACE The doctor brought a smile on your face; by his flurry of boisterously potent medicines, The magician brought a smile on your face; by his fathomless myriad of stupendously enchanting tricks, The clouds brought a smile on your face; by showering upon your impeccable persona; with glistening globules of euphoric rain, The farmer brought a smile on your face; by sharing with you a festoon of majestically sparkling rubicund fruit, The grandiloquent pen brought a smile on your face; by embossing boundless lines of exquisite calligraphy on sheets of your treacherously barren exam paper, The birds brought a smile on your face; by soaring vivaciously amidst exuberantly blue bits of silver sky, The waves brought a smile on your face; by dissipating into a cloudburst of poignantly tangy forth; clashing against the chain of cold blooded rocks in overwhelmingly rhapsodic frenzy, The Sun brought a smile on your face; by playing hide and seek with your immaculately fluttering eyelashes; striking your innocuous eyeballs with its marvelously dazzling light, The nightingale brought a smile on your face; by its ingratiatingly captivating voice; filtering a path of irrefutable melody in the vicinity of your intricate ears, The pilot brought a smile on your face; by transporting you through the blissfully ecstatic clouds; with profusely pearly rays of the moon now at whisker lengths from your countenance, The cow brought a smile on your face; by impregnating your demeanor with astronomical spurts of invincible fortification, The lotus brought a smile on your face; by dissipating its incredulously rejuvenating fragrance to every corner of your thoroughly flabbergasted bones, The watchman brought a smile to your face; by guarding you like an unconquerable fortress; while you snored in the realms of mesmerizing fantasy all night, The bee brought a smile to your face; by inundating your palms with unfathomably gorgeous streams of ebullient honey, 319

The horse brought a smile to your face; by embarking you upon your exhilarating expedition; of the supremely verdant and enigmatic countryside, The appetizing morsels of steaming broth brought a smile on your face; by wholesomely placating pangs of hunger fulminating more abnormally than the volcano; every second in your stomach, The pair of voluptuously seductive lips brought a smile on your face; by igniting infernos of insatiable desire in your body; as they brushed across your chest, The mother brought a smile on your face; by giving you birth and the tenacity to unflinchingly confront the most diabolical aspect of tyrannical existence, The Almighty Lord brought a smile on your face; by granting you a right to celestially survive as one of his infinite molecules, And the Beloved brought a smile on your face; by her irrefutably sacred virtue of immortal love; that kept you always smiling for countless more births even after your death….

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DON’T TALK TO TWO LOVERS Don’t talk to the boundlessly barren bits of sky; talk to its garlands of vivaciously mystical clouds; instead, Don’t talk to the fathomlessly deep ocean; talk to its majestically swirling waves; instead, Don’t talk to the lackadaisically stretched desert; talk to its royally blossoming festoon of cactus; instead, Don’t talk to the monotonously sprawled blankets of mirror; talk to its enigmatically alluring reflection; instead, Don’t talk to the gigantically curved stoical tree; talk to its conglomerate of stupendously enchanting leaves; instead, Don’t talk to the sonorously snobbish artist; talk to his myriad of incredulously absorbing paintings; instead, Don’t talk to the insurmountably timid twin horned cow; talk to its pail of impeccably shimmering milk; instead, Don’t talk to the unfathomably tired and grizzly haired old man; talk to his insatiable nostalgia and overwhelming yearning for the past; instead, Don’t talk to the hideously sinister spider; talk to its mesmerizing strands of silken web which swayed exuberantly with the breeze; instead, Don’t talk to the stringently suspended coat of thick skin; talk to its relentless infernos of unsurpassable desire; instead, Don’t talk to the shriveled petals of the indiscriminately trampled lotus; talk to their irrefutably exotic scent that still drifted for times immemorial in the atmosphere; instead, Don’t talk to the country sandwiched as a rigidly aligned dot on the map; talk to its people who transpired its freedom; instead, Don’t talk to the gruesomely morbid and perilous night; talk to its resplendent coat of seductively tantalizing stars; instead, Don’t talk to the rustically indigenous and shaggily 321

attired soldier; talk to his tales of immortal triumph; instead, Don’t talk to the indefatigably treacherous mountain slopes; talk to its grandiloquently sculptured summit; glistening under the golden Sun; instead, Don’t talk to the battalion of inexorably bored and lackluster twigs, talk to their flamboyantly crackling flames of rhapsodic fire; instead, Don’t talk to the monstrously diabolical chameleon; talk to its unbelievable barrage of vividly changing colors instead, Don’t talk to the dictatorial definitions of pragmatic life; talk to its labyrinth of exhilarating anecdotes; instead, And don’t talk to two lovers absconding unrelentingly from the barricades of this miserably conventional society; talk to their poignantly staring eyes; talk to their ardently sensuous breath; talk to their passionately throbbing hearts; which had all bonded for infinite births as one; instead….

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BUT YOU LOOKED THE BEST You looked more ravishing than the fairies; when I sighted you under flamboyantly fiery rays of dazzling sunlight, You looked more mesmerizing than the heavenly waterfalls; when I sighted you under milky beams of resplendent moonlight, You looked more innocuous than the freshly born infant; when I sighted you under ethereally evanescent shadows of dawn, You looked more tantalizing than the full blossomed vivacious peacock; when I sighted you in the overwhelmingly murky camouflage of dusk, But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side; profoundly lost in your eternal dreams; with every beat of yours bonding immortally with mine…. You looked more celestial than the angels; when I sighted you frolicking flirtatiously in the ocean waves, You looked more enchanting than the myriad of profusely poignant rose; when I sighted you blushing in untamed embarrassment, You looked more seductive than the most voluptuous of nights; when I sighted you gallivanting euphorically upon your golden horse, You looked more immaculate that the crusts of pristine snow; when I sighted you spreading your lips into a spell binding smile, But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side; profoundly lost in your eternal dreams; with every beat of yours bonding immortally with mine…. Your looked more surreally fabulous than the most unfathomable of dream; when I sighted you soaring through the handsomely misty clouds, You looked more exuberant than the thunderously gushing breeze; when I sighted you wholesomely drenched in ebullient globules of fresh rain, You looked more astonishing than royally crackling flames of fire; when I sighted you embellished in a 323

festoon of silver oyster pearls, You looked more fragrant than the field of newly sprouted lotus; when I sighted you philandering barefoot in the wilderness of the enigmatic midnight, But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side; profoundly lost in your eternal dreams; with every beat of yours bonding immortally with mine….

You looked more sagacious than any prudent entity on this planet; when I sighted you communicating with the flock of impeccable pigeons; perched majestically on your rubicund palms, You looked more alluring than the incredulously striped rainbow in the sky; when I sighted you whistling and staring unrelentingly into exotically open space, You looked more dense than most fathomless of forests; when I sighted you batting your eyelids towards the mirror; an infinite times, You looked more special than anybody else on this planet; when I sighted tears of poignant philanthropism; dribble down from your irrefutably sacred eyes, But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side; profoundly lost in your eternal dreams; with every beat of yours bonding immortally with mine….

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LET YOUR HEART Let your eyelids flutter viciously; flirting with all the mesmerizing beauty encapsulated in this Universe to the most unprecedented limits, Let your sweat dribble profusely down your nape; basking the true glory of assiduous perseverance and the true spirit of life, Let your throat sing till fathomless infinity; inundating the morbidly gloomy atmosphere with exuberant beats of pulsating music, Let your nose smell till the most remotest corners of this planet; inhaling the most ravishing scent harbored by mother nature, Let your feet gallop in untamed exhilaration; embossing a path of irrefutable triumph on every soil they tread, Let your fingers write to most unsurpassable boundaries of creation; penning down the myriad of enchanting shades in cosmotic space, Let your lips uninhibitedly smile; profoundly relish the glorious sights; which the Omniscient Lord had bestowed upon this earth with, Let your teeth inexorably chew; savor the most tantalizingly succulent fruits of nature in their impregnable grip, Let your cheeks overwhelmingly blush to a poignant crimson; compassionately rekindle the diminishing urges of your dying skin, Let your tongue speak to its ultimate hearts content; effusively portraying its most candid emotions; as white thunder pelted down ferociously from the skies, Let your hands wander indefatigably through the silver sands; groping for that stupendously reinvigorating cool that voluptuously incarcerated within, Let your mind fantasize incessantly beyond the skies; unrelentingly exploring all the divinely goodness that could ever have been conjured on earth, Let your hair ecstatically embrace the ravishing breeze; dance in rhapsodic fervor as each instant of time unveiled, Let your blood flow faster than the speed of light in your veins; making you feel boisterously alive; even countless centuries after death, Let your eyebrows bounce and fall ardently on your forehead; insurmountably relish the tunnels of 325

inexplicable intrigue generated, Let your shadow swirl as turbulently as the majestically undulating sea; entrench the boundless trajectory of the glistening desert; with mystically seductive darkness, Let your conscience fulminate its inner most feelings; maneuver your countenance through the realms of wrong and right, Let your soul wander ubiquitously through every cranny of this astronomically colossal Universe; propagate its benign happiness in every entity it encountered, And let your heart palpitate more thunderously than anything else in this world; besiege even the most uncouth organism in the wave of its immortal passion; love; love and simply continue to love…..

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BUT I COULD STILL LOVE

I might be living on bare chunks of threadbare soil; with hardly a roof to cover my dilapidated scalp, But I could still perceive infinite kilometers above the sky; to the most unprecedented limits of mesmerizing imagination; in my dreams…. I might be adorned in abysmally tottered clothes; with obnoxious streaks of dirt and disease creeping with sinister effusiveness from my skin, But I could still relentlessly fantasize about the most innocuously ingratiating complexion on this Universe; drown myself perpetually in a paradise of surreally enchanting silk; in my dreams…. I might be incomprehensibly diminutive in stature; being ridicules beyond boundaries of sagacious control by every individual transgressing on the streets, But I could still dance indefatigably with the angels in the sky; basking with them inexorably under satiny rays of the Sun; in my dreams…. I might be horrendously blind; with cloud covers of ghastly darkness engulfing me from all sides; even in the most ferocious of sunlight, But I could still glimpse the most enchanting of angels; incessantly witness the most profoundly Omnipotent light which my sighted counterparts could never even imagine; in my dreams…. I might be inexplicably unfortunate not to get my share of luck in this world; staggering umpteenth number of times as the ruthless society brutally kicked me, But I could still philander in gay abandon through the interiors of the unfathomably grandiloquent castle; explore the most spell binding places on this planet; in my dreams…. I might be wholesomely lonely; with people preferring the most inconspicuous of job; to my abhorrently repulsive facial contours, But I could still talk till times immemorial with the entity I desired; incarcerate even the most alien in the swirl of my untamed passion; in my dreams…. I might be an unsurpassably ancient fossil; lying buried for centuries unprecedented beneath layers of obsolete sand, But I could still gyrate with the most overwhelmingly 327

contemporary form of life; be a part of profusely fascinating and pragmatic present; in my dreams…. I might be an infinitesimally humble personality; withering away worse than a broken leaf at the tiniest draught of gloomy breeze, But I could still win over the heart of every single organism in this world; impregnate my irrefutably truthful impression in their eyes for decades unlimited; in my dreams… And I might be deprive of the love that I had taken birth for on this most wonderful earth of God; being insidiously betrayed by the girl whom I could give my life for, But I could still love her; not only for this life; but for countless more births even after my death; ebulliently blossom and romance with her in the aisles of insatiable desire; in my dreams….

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POWERLESS Powerful to smile; as I heard something abysmally resonating in ludicrous vicinity, Powerful to fight; as I confronted the mightiest of disaster with astronomical fortitude and tenacity, Powerful to sleep; as I snored more thunderously than the demons; resting in overwhelmingly celestial contentment, Power to admire; as I sighted the mesmerizing puffs of clouds floating passionately in azure sky, Powerful to sketch; as I masterfully captured the labyrinth of picturesque sights which majestically dotted the fathomless gorge, Powerful to sing; as I inundated the gloomy atmosphere with everlasting waves of seductively rhapsodic melody, Powerful to mimic; as I possessed the incomprehensibly fascinating virtue to emulate a boundless myriad of voice, Powerful to write; as I deluged a mountain of disdainfully barren paper; with exquisite lines of oligarchic literature, Powerful to fantasize; as I triggered the chords of enigmatic imagination to the most ebulliently unprecedented limits, Powerful to speak; as I silenced unrelentingly menacing mobs of fanatic people; with the domineering authority in my voice, Powerful to dance; as I gyrated my body in insatiable agony under profusely milky rays of enchanting moonlight, Powerful to run; as I galloped like the vivacious panther; through the mystical forests at the unveiling of each ephemeral dawn, Powerful to flirt; as I had this inexplicable tenacity to incarcerate any alien in the swirl of my indefatigable mischief, Powerful to dig; as I impregnated a tunnel of vibrantly optimistic hope; in layers of obdurately infidel soil, Powerful to stare; as I relentlessly looked the sweltering sun without flinching the slightest; for 329

hours immemorial, Powerful to chew; as I masticated the most resilient morsels of food into handsome bits of pulverized chowder, Powerful to forsee; as I perspicaciously tackled each aspect of pragmatically monotonous life; measuring each step of mine as I walked, Powerful to breathe; as I lived each moment of life to its most unbelievable capacity; with the euphoria to perennially discover fervently besieging me, But powerless to face her; as I wholesomely submitted my humble countenance to the wave of her turbulently swirling love; bonding my heart; body and soul with the immortal essence of her sacred existence….

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WHEN I LISTENED TO MY HEART When I used my mind; I sagaciously manipulated the various nuances of clambering up the treacherous mountain; as the chances of survival were bizarrely slim, While when I listened to my heart; not only did it clamber up the jagged periphery with exhilarated zeal; but emerged triumphant on the astronomical summit; with the Sun streaming across my eyes in its dazzling shine…. When I used my mind; I contemplated several times of venturing out in the gruesome darkness; the deathly chill that awaited to incarcerate me; as I alighted my foot on the deserted streets, While when I listened to my heart; not only did I trespass through the entire planet bare foot; but thoroughly enjoyed the exotic rhapsody of the enchantingly pearly moonlight…. When I used my mind; I ruminated till eternity before plunging into the undulating ocean; equating the chances I had to survive; amidst a battalion of hostile sharks and whales, While when I listened to my heart; not only did I swim ebulliently against the voluptuously mesmerizing waves; but profusely admired the beauty of God's fathomless creation of froth…. When I used my mind; I trembled in inexplicable fear of wading through the dense jungles; the overwhelmingly torturous death that would come inevitably; as the Lion pulverized me to infinitesimal pieces, While when I listened to my heart; not only did I bounce exuberantly with the Kangaroos; but inhaled in my lungs the freshest air ever; that could be found on the trajectory of this Universe…. When I used my mind; I vehemently shrugged off the prospect of standing in the rain; perceiving the cloudbursts of satanic lightening creeping diabolically to assassinate traces of my vital life, While when I listened to my heart; not only did I bathe in the seductively tantalizing droplets; but slipped into a land of fabulously gorgeous fantasy for 331

decades unfathomable…. When I used my mind; I felt a wave of repulsion engulfing myself; as I knew my ugly facial contours would shatter any glass when sighted into, While when I listened to my heart; not only did I stare relentlessly into the mirror; but bowed down to the Creator in meek submission; for the incomprehensibly beautiful looks he had bestowed me with…. When I used my mind; I deliberately closed my nose with repugnant abhorrence; spurious ruminating upon the myriad of venomous smells that would strangulate me to realms of perennial death, While when I listened to my heart; not only did I breathe with a fervor more than any entity trespassing; but insurmountably relished the unfathomably wonderful scents that loitered in free space…. When I used my mind; I sat crouched in one obsolete dilapidated corner; cognizing the barricades that I was likely to encounter at each stage of life; the blanket of thorns that I would have to trespass upon to escalate to the corridors of success, While when I listened to my heart; not only did I stretch my persona to more than its complete height; but metamorphosed each of my dreams into a trend-setting reality….. When I used my mind; I always shirked from proclaiming my love to the girl I loved; feeling myself buried boundless feet beneath my corpse; as the society would brutally squelch me for violating their irrefutable choice, While when I listened to my heart; not only did I achieve the love of my life; but bonded for times immortal in the swirl of majestically soaring passion; in the swirl of timelessly enchanting romance….

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I WAS STILL SKEPTICAL TO LEAVE YOU OUTSIDE Even if the gigantic tree shrunk miserably in size; metamorphosing into an inconspicuously shivering seedling, Even if the colossal oceans swirling handsomely towards the sky; reduced to a solitary stream; trickling more lackadaisically than the tortoise, Even if the conglomerate of sinister clouds in the cosmos; condensed to bare bits of dilapidated plain sky, Even if the incomprehensibly colossal edifice; converted into a wretchedly fluttering and crying stone, I was still skeptical to leave you outside; for the moment you caressed your stupendously enchanting foot on soil; the silent world would come alive again; and I feared to loose you amidst the infinite tangible organisms; trying to cast their spell on your impeccably charismatic grace…. Even if the flamboyantly escalating fire; became a piece of forlorn and thoroughly obsolete coal, Even if the insurmountably towering mountains; transformed into a festoon of ants with disdainfully fractured legs, Even if the indefatigably unending fantasy; got pathetically pulverized into monotonous bits of pragmatic reality, Even if the profoundly poignant streams of scarlet blood; reduced to insipid bits of overwhelmingly stale water, I was still skeptical to leave you outside; for the moment you caressed your stupendously enchanting foot on soil; the silent world would come alive again; and I feared to loose you amidst the infinite tangible organisms; trying to cast their spell on your impeccably charismatic grace….

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Even if the unsurpassably huge swarming battlefield; became a breeding ground for diminutive glow worm and mice, Even if the richest entities transgressing upon this Universe; ironically started begging bare chested on the rampantly busy streets, Even if the unfathomable flock of satanic vultures; were now just stripped to a bizarrely mocking caricature of balding feathers, I was still skeptical to leave you outside; for the moment you caressed your stupendously enchanting foot on soil; the silent world would come alive again; and I feared to loose you amidst the infinite tangible organisms; trying to cast their spell on your impeccably charismatic grace….

Even if the boisterously bouncing Kangaroos; became infinitesimally stony reflections embodied deep within clammy cocoons of soil, Even if the incredulously redolent lotus flower; now became a shriveled petal being kicked viciously farther and farther away; with every draught of timid wind, Even if the most mesmerizing of voices on this planet; reduced to dying whispers; profusely battered to complete absolution in the atmosphere, Even if the entire globe functioning dynamically under the sweltering Sun; came to an abrupt halt; changing wholesomely into obscure dew drops trapped inside an obnoxiously corked bottle, I was still skeptical to leave you outside; for the moment you caressed your stupendously enchanting foot on soil; the silent world would come alive again; and I feared to loose you amidst the infinite tangible organisms; trying to cast their spell on your impeccably charismatic grace….

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THEIR IMMORTAL LOVE Even as the most immaculately placid rivers; truculently metamorphosed into ruthlessly lambasting fires of diabolical hell, Even as an unfathomable corpse of lethally penalizing bullets rang inclemently all round the atmosphere; with indiscriminate devils marauding at free will, Even as the most majestically towering mountains crumbled like a pack of frigidly insipid cards; pathetically kissing horrendous particles of threadbare dust, Even as the fountain of salaciously treacherous lechery reigned supreme in the gigantic planet around; with the graveyard of hideous manipulation embedding itself deeper and deeper into holistic soil, Their immortal love remained as fragrant as the pristine flower of perennial peace; perpetually glowed with the spirit of irrefutably sparkling righteousness; with the blessings of the Omniscient Almighty Lord…… 1…. Even as man parasitically sucked his counterpart man; savagely devouring every ingredient of his innocuous bloodstream; to replenish his own treasuries with malicious discontent, Even as the handsomely blistering Sun intractably refrained to shimmer; portraying its unsurpassable anger upon satanically erring mankind, Even as pragmatic time morbidly deadened in its very roots; gruesomely convoluting with the heinous traitors and gory death; fulminating uninhibitedly around, Even as the most viciously tumultuous thunderstorms of acrid dust; dreadfully obfuscated the entire civilization in whirlwinds of abhorrently vengeful sledging and slandering, Their immortal love remained as eternally sacrosanct as the celestial heavens; philanthropically radiating the religion of gloriously everlasting mankind upon one and all alike; with the blessings of the Omnipotent Almighty Lord….. 2…. Even as an unfathomable entrenchment of innocent eyes; were sordidly blinded with waves of irascibly derogatory commercialism, 335

Even as ominously stinking gutters of bizarre ruthlessness cut loose upon the unwitting cities; ingloriously inundating every particle of the atmosphere with brutally horrific despair, Even as avalanches of coldblooded slavery transcended past the era’s of truth; as every living organism became a barbarically untamed criminal; rampantly massacring innocent lives, Even as the torturous tyranny of fate unceremoniously penalized the fathomless world; with the essence of the devil invidiously lingering in the disparaging solitude that smarted around, Their immortal love resplendently blossomed like the harmoniously twinkling stars in the gargantuan sky; benevolently disseminating the mantra of pricelessly effulgent existence; with the blessings of the unassailably marvelous Almighty Lord….. 3…. Even as pugnacious lizards of gory infidelity stabbed their rebellious venom; into the unequivocally virgin fabric of this colossal Universe, Even as dungeons of tyrannical desperation enveloped the limitless cosmos; with every human despicably transforming into insidiously plagiarized shit, Even as the most diminutive bit of enchanting melody; became a perfidiously whipping expletive of disgusting extinction; excoriating all voluptuous sensuousness with the sword of conventionally robotic turgidity, Even as heinously perilous death overruled the chapter of scintillating life; as even the most royally aristocratic of human life; became a fickle headed commodity being disdainfully pulverized; by power politics, Their immortal love bloomed more tantalizingly than ever before; impregnably bonded in the cradle of unflinching solidarity for infinite more births yet to unveil; with the blessings of the Omnipresent Almighty Lord….

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NO PERMISSIONS The clouds didn’t need even the most capricious of permission whatsoever; to torrentially diffuse into unrelenting thunderbolts of ecstatically golden rain, The rose didn’t need even the most infinitesimal of permission whatsoever; to grandiloquently culminate into a fountain of ebullient scent; stupendously mystify every iota of the bedraggled atmosphere, The grass didn’t need even the most spurious of permission whatsoever; to euphorically tingle traumatically dreary soles; miraculously metamorphose all swelteringly dolorous into a cistern of rhapsodic freshness, The sheep didn’t need even the most mercurial of permission whatsoever; to leave behind a trail of immaculate belonging; profusely inundate the disastrously commercial arena with meadows of glorious innocuousness, The stars didn’t need even the most parsimonious of permission whatsoever; to resplendently twinkle all night; timelessly deluge the ghastly curtainspread of sullen darkness; with whirlwinds of optimistic light, The Sun didn’t need even the most diminutive of permission whatsoever; to flamboyantly blaze through every quarter of this colossal Universe; ubiquitously disseminate its spell of enchanting optimism to every dwelling besieged with horrendous despair, The mountains didn’t need even the most tiniest of permission whatsoever; to compassionately sequester the infirm in their affable belly; tower majestically as harbingers of irrefutable solidarity; for centuries immemorial, The bees didn’t need even the most obfuscated of permission whatsoever; to evolve into royal whirlpools of bountiful honey; infiltrate the lugubrious complexion of the dusty afternoon; with melodiously spell binding honey, The waves didn’t need even the most insignificant of permission whatsoever; to culminate into tantalizingly reinvigorating froth; unrelentingly ooze a ravishing entrenchment of poignantly heartfelt salt, The nightingale didn’t need even the most measly of permission whatsoever; to stupendously titillate each dying nerve of the disdainfully frazzled body; with an 337

ocean of unsurpassably everlasting enchantment, The squirrel didn’t need even the most oblivious of permission whatsoever; to frolic impeccably through the mists of untamed desire; uninhibitedly fulminate into an astounding kaleidoscope of vivacious color as it gallivanted through the handsome trees, The leaves didn’t need even the most nonchalant of permission whatsoever; to seductively rustle into silken carpets of exuberant breeze; profusely solemnize the complexion of the disastrously decaying air; with reflections of insatiably unending happiness, The hands didn’t need even the most insipid of permission whatsoever; to wholeheartedly clap at every blissful occasion of existence; effusively express their jubilant enthrallment to the most unprecedented limits, The waterfalls didn’t need even the most non-existent of permission whatsoever; to ingratiatingly placate drearily scorched travelers; bequeath a legacy of sparkling togetherness upon all those murderously pinched by the corpse of bizarre commercialism, The butterflies didn’t need even the most evanescent of permission whatsoever; to gorgeously flutter in exotically regale sunshine; manifest into an unfathomable sky of eternal mischief all marathon day, The true martyrs didn’t need even the most ethereal of permission whatsoever; to audaciously fight for their sacrosanct motherland; relinquish every iota of their breath for the sake of their beautifully revered country, The rainbows didn’t need even the most transient of permission whatsoever; to Omnisciently engulf every withering cranny of this Herculean planet; with fabulous infernos of ardent companionship, The infant didn’t need even the most remotest of permission whatsoever; to holistically savor divine milk from the chest of its Godly mother; unleash into a string of Omnipotently incoherent wails; as the Sun disappeared in wholesome entirety from blue sky, And the Heart didn’t need even the most microscopic of permission whatsoever; to ecstatically liberate its incomprehensible river of passionate beats; immortally bond them with the soul mate of its existence; perpetually unite them with the entity it solely loved….

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YOU JUST FALL IN LOVE There was no age stringently defined to fall in its heavenly swirl; embrace its cistern of majestic enchantment for centuries unprecedented, There was no time irrevocably defined to experience its exuberant timelessness; catapult to the ultimate summit of its gloriously enthralling victory, There was no color intransigently defined to entice its stupendous aroma; possess its magically augmenting wave of sensuousness; for as long as earth was destined to exist, There was no moment intractably defined to savor its glorious titillation; exotically be the most integral element of its ravishingly tantalizing stride, There was no mantra incorrigibly defined to incarcerate its compassionate caress; preserve its incredulously immaculate touch close to your soul; for infinite more births yet to unveil, There was no religion conventionally defined to bond with its ubiquitous essence; relentlessly bathe in its marvelously voluptuous pool of ebullient belonging, There was no trail irrefutably defined to chase its magnificently silken charm; be its ecumenically gorgeous cascade of spell binding prosperity, There was no entrenchment precisely defined to conquer its spirit of everlasting seduction; wholeheartedly embrace its kaleidoscope of boundlessly ingratiating color, There was no price inexorably defined to purchase its romantic incantation; be incessantly spell bound by its spell of redolently dancing vivaciousness, There was no boundary austerely defined to achieve its scintillatingly handsome peak; bask in the unbelievably majestic scent of its optimistically healing breath, There was no voice inclemently defined to impress its impeccably frolicking embodiment; unassailably imprison its holistically sacrosanct beauty; in the center of your impoverished chest, There was no direction monotonously defined to follow its mystically unconquerable splendor; be the most ultimate slave of its celestially resplendent shadow, There was no dimension dogmatically defined to measure its fathomless ardor; beautifully enshroud every element of your penuriously dwindling existence; with 339

its royal beads of profuse togetherness, There was no power concisely defined to snatch its Omnipotent crown; be the sole jewel of its profound fervor to regally lead life; to bounce exuberantly in placating paradise, There was no portrait irretrievably defined to highlight its exquisite treasury of amiable symbiosis; poignantly divulge its astronomically endless goodness; to the entire Universe traumatically crippled outside, There was no blood meticulously defined to belong to its Godly countenance; melange with its stream of ubiquitously glistening humanity; for unsurpassable more decades yet to come, There was no breath punitively defined to inhale its panoramically eclectic contours; exclusively relish its astoundingly princely tale of unending exhilaration, There was no heart specifically defined to posses its marvelously Omnipresent beats; be the only one to eternally dance to its tunes of melodiously blessing mankind, And there was no preparation specifically defined to execute its lovely rhythm; as you just inadvertently stumble into its immortal light of goodness; you just unknowingly accept it at some stage of life as the greatest elixir for survival; YOU JUST FALL IN LOVE….

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LOVE WAS IN THE AIR Every rose in the bountiful gardens profoundly bloomed with it; blissfully assimilating its enchanting goodness in each of its vivaciously redolent petals, Every beam of the miraculously Omnipotent Sun profusely blazed with it; triumphantly pronouncing its unflinchingly spell binding impression upon the colossal Universe, Every droplet of the ravishingly mesmerizing waterfall marvelously glimmered with it; casting an irrefutably unconquerable spell of divine exoticism upon each organism alive, Every leaf of the mystically corrugated tree exuberantly swirled with it; ebulliently leaping towards celestial paradise; in the swirl of its compassionately poignant caress, Every seductively tantalizing nightingale timelessly sung it; gorgeously portraying its astoundingly unfathomable charisma; to the entire beleaguered planet outside, Every enamoring rainbow in the fathomless cosmos danced euphorically to its tunes; culminating into an incredulously amazing kaleidoscope of panoramic beauty; and rejuvenating color, Every blade of harmoniously nimble grass ecstatically swayed to it; innocuously fulminating its sensuous cascade of golden dewdrops; as vibrant dawn overtook the complexion of the ghastly night, Every ingratiatingly silken web insurmountably dazzled with it; divinely dissipating its unassailably Omnipotent glow; to all those miserably dithering towards the aisles of treacherous nothingness, Every exotically crimson cloud torrentially showered it; engulfing bizarrely barren landscapes of malicious prejudice; with incomprehensibly unending spurts of holistic symbiosis, Every amiably philandering meadow gregariously harbored it; harnessing the tree of invincible humanity; with its perennial tributaries of uninhibited freedom, Every wonderfully soaring bird affably encapsulated it; flooding each element of the dolorously sultry atmosphere around; with waves of unbelievably Omniscient charisma, Every mystically chanting cuckoo majestically 341

whispered it; ubiquitously disseminating its relentless glory; to the most obscurely ethereal regions of this limitless planet, Every voluptuously scented root proudly possessed it; unequivocally depicting to one and all alike; that it was the most quintessential rudiment of every organism to survive, Every boisterously bubbling bee made it the honey of its hive; ecumenically oozing its entrenchment of perpetual sweetness; overtoppling the hideous devil with its melody of; everlasting togetherness, Every serenely pacifying dusk pricelessly encompassed it; entirely metamorphosing every heinously barbaric into an apostle of peace; with its impregnable chapters of eternal contentment, Every rhapsodically drifting wind intransigently embraced it; basking in the unprecedented aura of its timeless sensuousness; for centuries immemorial, Every holistically truthful soul indefatigably lived it; naturally letting its immaculately godly elements; take wholesomely gratifying control for infinite more births yet to unveil, Every resplendently jubilant breath stupendously relished it; insatiably suckling unsurpassable fireballs of inspiration from its Omnipresent grace; to forever emerge a philanthropic winner in the chapter of vivid existence, O! Yes love was profusely there in the air; Love was profusely there in every synergistically beautiful element of this gigantic earth; Love was profusely there in every human poignantly existing, And more exclusively than anything; Love had taken an immortal bondage of their hearts tonight; with their innocent spirits amalgamating as a singleton idol of unconquerable timelessness; under the milky downpour of the sacrosanct Moon….

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REFERENCE The most priceless thing that the clouds in fathomlessly crimson sky could ever refer you to; was tantalizing globules of golden rain, The most priceless thing that sweltering sands of the desert could ever refer you to; was acrimonious tornadoes of painstakingly persevering heat, The most priceless thing that the unfathomably voluptuous blades of grass could ever refer you to; was an enchantingly everlasting carpet of silken dewdrops, The most priceless thing that the bountifully rustling leaves could ever refer you to; was unrelenting entrenchments of euphorically exotic breeze, The most priceless thing that the indomitably scintillating mountain peaks could ever refer you to; was the Omnipotently ferocious blaze of the majestic Sun, The most priceless thing that the inscrutably untamed forests could ever refer you to; was the profoundly regale crest; of the thunderously poignant lion, The most priceless thing that the insurmountably choppy ocean could ever refer you to; was a profusely tangy waterfall; of spell bindingly rejuvenating salt, The most priceless thing that the flame of sparkling truth could ever refer you to; was the unassailably grandiloquent religion of mankind, The most priceless thing that the seductively titillating rose could ever refer you to; was a relentless fountain of stupendously endowing scent, The most priceless thing that the fascinatingly pristine oyster could ever refer you to; was a gloriously delectable whirlpool of resplendently mesmerizing pearls, The most priceless thing that the disdainfully impoverished beggar could ever refer you to; was indispensable morsels of divinely appetizing food, The most priceless thing that the marvelously iridescent rainbow could ever refer you to; was the emphatically boisterous spirit of supremely astounding vivaciousness, The most priceless thing that the penuriously orphaned could ever refer you to; was the compassionately sequestering walls of the harmoniously placating dwelling, 343

The most priceless thing that the silver droplets of redolent sweat could ever refer you to; was unendingly persevering timelessness, The most priceless thing that the charismatically sensuous lips could ever refer you to; was an incredulously gregarious sky of fabulously fantastic smiles, The most priceless thing that the indefatigable patriots could ever refer you to; was the flag of unconquerably magnificent; and triumphantly blazing victory, The most priceless thing that the fleet footed squirrel could ever refer you to; was an insatiably unbelievable river of ebullient frolic, The most priceless thing that the marvelously rubicund nostrils could ever refer you to; was intransigently passionate maelstroms of reinvigoratingly tingling breath, And the most priceless thing that the perpetually bountiful heart could ever refer you to; was an immortally royal Universe of impregnable love; love and only celestial love….

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ALL THAT WE COULD DO The color of her impeccably radiant eyes had already formed in the womb; with even the most intricately poignant of their shades having taken irrefutably consolidated proportions, All that we could do was profusely embellish them with the astronomical beauty of this gargantuan Universe; inculcating in them profound empathy towards the religion of humanity…. The shape of her immaculately divine fingers had already formed in the womb; with even the most infinitesimal of nails sprouting up holistically from the nimble edges, All that we could do was poignantly paint them with the stupendous charisma of this spell binding Universe; impregnate in them the solidarity to confront even the most acrimonious of impediments that dared come their way….. The contours of her amiably princely lips had already formed in the womb; with even the most capriciously evanescent tinges of red piquantly reflecting at her innocuous birth, All that we could do was indefatigably make them smile; triumphantly caress all bountifully heavenly goodness; that sumptuously encapsulated the enchanting atmosphere….. The pristine curvatures of her resplendent feet had already formed in the womb; with even the most sensitively pointed of her toes taking wholesome proportions, All that we could do was Omnisciently maneuver them towards the path of scintillating righteousness; teaching her to traverse shoulder to shoulder; with all mankind; one and ubiquitously alike….. The complexion of her robustly blossoming skin had already formed in the womb; with even the most inconspicuously enamoring of her dimples glistening like fireballs of the Sun; as the emanated her first breath, All that we could do was perpetually ensure that it remained untainted like that for times immemorial; timelessly enshroud her cheeks with all gregarious benevolence that uninhibitedly floated in the 345

atmosphere…. The cadence of her emphatically unblemished voice had already formed in the womb; with even the most incoherently inherent of her expressions magically visible; as she winked open her eyes to salvage the first sights of this planet, All that we could do was pragmatically teach her to use it for philanthropic humanity; disseminate its ingratiatingly vibrant melody; to each quarter of this Universe enveloped with bizarre solitude…. The trajectory of her immaculately godly ears had already formed in the womb; with even the most inaudible nerves of her lobes; miraculously visible as she gyrated in her cradle to the first sounds of this globe, All that we could do was perennially ensure that even the slightest trace of diabolism stayed infinite kilometers from her impeccable visage; and all that she could ever hear was the tunes of beautifully egalitarian mankind…. The lines on her Omnipresently innocent palms had already formed in the womb; with even the most ethereal insinuations in her life explicitly highlighted; as she ecstatically bounced in the lap of her grandmother, All that we could do was celestially drift her towards the lanes of unprejudiced righteousness; evolve her into being the ultimate messiah of all disastrously anguished humanity…. And the rhythm of her heavenly heartbeats had already formed in the womb; with even the most tiny palpitations of her chest throbbing with effervescent intensity; as she diffused her very first breath, All that we could do was unassailably embody them with the spirit of immortal love; unequivocally ensure that they coalesced with nothing else but sparkling truth till the time they lived; and even countless births that they exuberantly took life once again; thereafter….

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NOBODY AS PASSIONATE There was nobody on this fathomless Universe as passionate about poignant rain; as the thunderously reverberating conglomerate of crimson clouds, There was nobody on this colossal Universe as passionate about sweltering sands; as the majestically sprawling islands of the tenaciously glistening deserts, There was nobody on this gigantic Universe as passionate about exuberant wind; as the vivaciously rustling leaves of the magnificently blossoming tree, There was nobody on this boundless Universe as passionate about piquantly rejuvenating salt; as the unsurpassably glorious and ravishingly undulating oceans, There was nobody on this unfathomable Universe as passionate about astoundingly bedazzling light; as the tumultuously fulminating fireball of golden Sun, There was nobody on this gregarious Universe as passionate about silken scent; as the enchantingly everlasting rose; unveiling its whirlpool of untamed artistry; under the resplendent light of the milky moon, There was nobody on this unending Universe as passionate about handsomely gurgling froth; as the mystically wonderful waterfall; mesmerizing one and all in the swirl of its princely cascade, There was nobody on this Herculean Universe as passionate about regale evening; as the ethereally inscrutable horizons; diffusing the essence of synergistic equality to far and wide across this celestial earth, There was nobody on this amiable Universe as passionate about slithering mysticism; as the marvelously gliding serpent; rhetorically coiling into surreptitious folds; to entice the heart of the night, There was nobody on this limitless Universe as passionate about innocuous mischief; as the impeccably vibrant child; unrelentingly discovering an incomprehensible entrenchment of newness on every step that it charismatically tread, There was nobody on this eclectic Universe as passionate about wavering enigma; as the uncannily vivid shadow; aristocratically tingling every sagging visage; with cisterns of exotic wonderment, 347

There was nobody on this divinely Universe as passionate about sacrosanct motherland; as the patriotically blazing soldier; unflinchingly towering upon the diabolical traitors; till the very last iota of his blessed breath, There was nobody on this timeless Universe as passionate about united strength; as the tenaciously towering mountains; symbiotically withstanding the most acrimonious of storms; sequestering millions of innocent masses from agonizing pain, There was nobody on this redolent Universe as passionate about expressing emotions; as the compassionately heartfelt writer; incredulously weaving a tale of superbly effusive artistry; portraying the inner most feelings of his heart, There was nobody on this charismatic Universe as passionate about the freshly born baby; as the godly mother; who miraculously nourished it with her very own blood; for a persevering 9 months, There was nobody on this astronomical Universe as passionate about immaculate milk; as the sacredly munching cow; surviving itself on nimble grass; to bequeath upon the world the most priceless elixir of life, There was nobody on this endowing Universe as passionate about scintillating pearls; as the fantastically pristine oyster; harboring it for centuries immemorial; from even the most diminutive trace of malice, There was nobody on this vast Universe as passionate about spell binding breath; as the chapter of tirelessly ebullient life; sprouting into a fountain of melody as each instant royally unleashed by, And there was nobody on this twinkling Universe as passionate about immortal love; as the ardently throbbing heart; unassailably bonding each of its magical beats with beauty and freshness; sensuously lighting the trail of an insatiably uncurbed romance….

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I REALLY DON’T KNOW I don’t know what else could I have so stupendously cherished for; without your majestically seductive and iridescently twinkling eyelashes ? I don’t know what else could I have so wonderfully fantasized for; without your fantastically vibrant and timelessly sensuous stride ? I don’t know what else could I have so bountifully felt for; without your compassionately divine and spell bindingly blissful caress ? I don’t know what else could I have so unrelentingly wished for; without your celestially fragrant and supremely sacrosanct lips ? I don’t know what else could I have so intransigently aspired for; without your philanthropically enchanting and invincibly mellifluous essence of symbiotic mankind ? I don’t know what else could I have so timelessly yearned for; without your magnificently shimmering and flamboyantly fiery inferno’s of passionate desire ? I don’t know what else could I have so unstoppably leapt for; without your beautifully fluttering and vivaciously mischievous shadow ? I don’t know what else could I have so uncontrollably slavered for; without your everlastingly heavenly and pristinely poignant; gorge of sweetness ? I don’t know what else could I have so endlessly strived for; without your synergistically godly and ebulliently extraordinary spirit of righteousness ? I don’t know what else could I have so fanatically obsessed for; without your majestically handsome and marvelously resplendent smiles ? I don’t know what else could I have so indomitably hoped for; without your perennially ecstatic and aristocratically opalescent artistry ? I don’t know what else could I have so boundlessly prayed for; without your magnanimously humanitarian and magically blessing ideals ? I don’t know what else could I have so fathomlessly endured for; without your ubiquitously unlimited and synergistically fructifying voice ? I don’t know what else could I have so ardently dreamt for; without your enigmatically uncanny and princely philandering demeanor ? I don’t know what else could I have so patriotically 349

blazed for; without your altruistically unflinching and fearlessly impeccable conscience ? I don’t know what else could I have so effulgently sung for; without your freshly embellished and newborn bride; crimson cheeks ? I don’t know what else could I have so perpetually loved for; without your charismatically incarcerating and pricelessly infinite heartbeats ? I don’t know what else could I have so immortally exhaled for; without your Omnipotently reviving and optimistically enlightening; fireballs of breath ? And I really don’t know what else could I have so unconquerably lived for; without your undefeatedly godly and Omnisciently benign life ???

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O! IMMORTAL BELOVED… My humble salutations to you O! Tantalizing Beloved; for so magnanimously tolerating my eccentrically esoteric repertoire of idiosyncrasies; my marathon hours of sky gazing in the heart of spell bindingly ravishing midnight, My eternal salutations to you O! Beautiful Beloved; for so chivalrously toleration my congenital habits of challenging conventional society; my unsurpassable ocean of intrepid opinions; which were solely and profusely my very own, My priceless salutations to you O! Eternal Beloved; for so open heartedly tolerating my inherent tendencies to flirt and philander; romanticize in the aisles of surreally tantalizing desire; till infinite more births of mine, My unflinching salutations to you O! Pristine Beloved; for so handsomely tolerating my bizarre antagonism from the conventionally turgid society; my principles irrevocably discarding every other religion on this planet; except the religion of unconquerably Omnipotent mankind, My endless salutations to you O! Celestial Beloved; for so pioneeringly tolerating my sporadic bouts of exasperating nonchalance; my wholesome delineation from the monotonously outside world, My boundless salutations to you O! Majestic Beloved; for so blissfully tolerating my infuriatingly lambasting anger; my unsurpassable mountain of baseless whims and uxoriously incarcerating habits, My indefatigable salutations to you O! Inimitable Beloved; for so astoundingly tolerating my disparagingly crucifying agonies; my horrendously harrowing nightmares which at times rendered me worse than lividly cadaverous mortuaries; even in the shimmer of the brilliantly sunlit day, My intransigent salutations to you O! Mellifluous Beloved; for so magically tolerating my dictatorially chauvinistic ego; my lecherously bohemian demeanor and shaggily uncut toenails, My unfathomable salutations to you O! Heavenly Beloved; for so miraculously tolerating my disdainfully abusive tongue; my incongruously abstruse babbling like a newborn child; as I snored in the aisles of profoundly solitary sleep, 351

My triumphant salutations to you O! Immaculate Beloved; for so regally tolerating my fastidiously pernicious obsessions; my unendingly esoteric titillations and tastes of the tongue, My everlasting salutations to you O! Unblemished Beloved; for so magnificently tolerating my abhorrently prejudiced odor; my outlandishly obsolete way of dressing even as I trespassed amidst the imperially exquisite society, My timeless salutations to you O! Gorgeous Beloved; for so enchantingly tolerating my ominously dribbling perspiration; my inscrutably inexplicable aura which enshrouded me like a draught of irrevocable wind from all ends, My ubiquitous salutations to you O! Adorable Beloved; for so patiently tolerating my disastrously stuttering and maimed stride; my hands that smelt of ghoulishly foul fish all day; as I aimlessly sauntered amongst the piles of lifeless crabs and desolate sand, My godly salutations to you O! Effulgent Beloved; for so wonderfully tolerating my irascibly sneezing nose; my perennial fits of discontentment; which never ever got placated even with the most aristocratic of wealth, My victorious salutations to you O! Iridescent Beloved; for so fragrantly tolerating my disastrously penurious demeanor; my rotten juggernaut of hollow luck; which venomously marauded my pockets with more and more holes; as the instants zipped by, My spell binding salutations to you O! Sacrosanct Beloved; for so sagaciously tolerating my uninhibitedly exotic fearlessness; my uncanny slips into the unfettered wilderness from time to time; without even leaving the tiniest of innuendo behind, My ardent salutations to you O! Unconquerable Beloved; for so opulently tolerating my erotically decrepit fantasies; my unstoppably brute masculine force; which at times was more tempestuous than raw thunderbolts of lightening to confront, My convivial salutations to you O! holistic Beloved; for so remarkably tolerating my inevitably decaying breath; my viciously cancerous presence all day and even after the clock hours gallivanted well past; the strokes of invidiously sinister midnight, And my tireless salutations to you O! Immortal Beloved; for so synergistically tolerating me as your diminutively impoverished husband; bonding even the most infinitesimal element of your heart; soul and 352

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conscience with mine; even though I was just an undeservingly scurrilous stranger trying to parasitically creep into your blessed life…

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BUT YET I SURRENDERED The most pernicious of mountains on this Universe miserably failed to deter me; as I euphorically surged like an untamed prince; without batting even an infinitesimal eyelid; beyond the summits of eternal paradise, The most lecherous of oceans on this Universe disdainfully failed to drown me; as I vivaciously flew like an inimitably majestic eagle; over the fathomlessly priceless carpet of this astoundingly panoramic earth, The most abstruse of forests on this Universe pathetically failed to scare me; as I uninhibitedly raced like an impregnable panther through the poignantly regale paths; of the spell bindingly sunlit hills, The most vindictive of cannibals on this Universe ludicrously failed to devour me; as I timelessly slept in the caverns of unprecedented exhilaration; enchantingly fantasizing about the fathomless treasures of solidarity; for infinite more births of mine, The most avaricious of parasites on this Universe lugubriously failed to suck me; as I tirelessly sang like a mellifluously golden nightingale all exotic night; only to embrace realms of profoundly unassailable sleep; the entire swelteringly sunlit day, The most diabolical of prisons on this Universe harrowingly failed to incarcerate me; as I sailed in harmoniously princely unison with the gorgeously gregarious atmosphere; blending even the most diminutive of my senses with the religion of symbiotically priceless mankind, The most fetid of traitors on this Universe disparagingly failed to harm me; as I bountifully blazed in an unrelenting saga of immortal bravery; altruistically serving my sacrosanct mother soil; till I abdicated my very last breath, The most simpering of deserts on this Universe stupidly failed to scorch me; as I celestially floated 354

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in a paradise of magnanimously unending goodness; uniting tumultuously estranged souls across this boundless planet; in the threads of irrevocably handsome truth, The most licentious of venoms on this Universe preposterously failed to asphyxiate me; as I radiantly proliferated into a river of sensuously enamoring happiness; every unfurling minute of my diminutively delineated lifetime, The most acrimonious of thorns on this Universe ingloriously failed to perpetuate me; as I galloped like thunderbolts of profusely vibrant lightening; through the corridors of blissfully heavenly prosperity, The most sinister of witches on this Universe insipidly failed to jinx me; as I unconquerably permeated through even the most ephemerally treacherous norm of the acridly abhorrent society; metamorphosing every bit of salaciously derogatory lies into the island of; blessed righteousness, The most tumultuous of sunrays on this Universe repeatedly failed to stifle me; as I fearlessly blossomed into the most rhapsodically effulgent fruits of God’s creation; since the very first cry of my beautiful birth, The most unfathomable of superpowers on this Universe disastrously failed to tame me; as I irrefutably vanquished even the most evanescent trace of evil on this globe; philanthropically crusading for the cause of symbiotic peace; by the grace of the Almighty Lord, The most hedonistic of maelstroms on this Universe ridiculously failed to shake me; as I exhaled into a fireball of intransigently dazzling exuberance; optimistically enlightening the lives of one and all; aristocratically alike, The most truculent of scorpions on this Universe flagrantly failed to sting me; as I triumphantly emerged from the aisles of inconspicuously obsolete nothingness; as the ultimate harbinger of resplendently robust humanity, The most remorseful of graveyards on this Universe stupefyingly failed to haunt me; as I culminated into the rainbow of holistically gifted existence; indefatigably kissing the freshly formed golden dew, The most adverse of tyrannical agonies on this Universe grotesquely failed to overpower me; as I spawned into an unsurpassably benign entrenchment of happiness; diffusing the mantra of contentment on 355

every path that I nimbly tread, The most devilish of deaths on this Universe dastardly failed to annihilate me; as I mushroomed into an endless festoon of eclectically wonderful lives; every unleashing instant on this earth and beyond, O! Yes; All of the above and incomprehensibly more was unquestionably there with me by the grace of the Omnipotent Lord; But yet I fell on her divinely feet like a speck of frigidly parsimonious wind; But yet I uncontrollably shivered like a diminishing destitute in her perpetual palms; But yet I lost all direction of my life in her impeccably twinkling eyes; But yet I forever surrendered myself as the ultimate slave of her immortally beating heart….

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YOUR GODLY SWEAT

Just an infinitesimal droplet of its mesmerizing golden upon my lips; was enough to irrefutably perpetuate the corridors of ardently untamed longing in my diminutively disheveled persona, Just an inconspicuous droplet of its enchanting golden upon my eyelashes; was enough to catapult me beyond the aisles of unprecedented fantasy; for centuries pricelessly immemorial, Just a mercurial droplet of its spell binding golden upon my palms; was enough to bless me as the most unconquerably symbiotic human existing; disseminating the essence of eternal truth on every quarter of this fathomless Universe, Just a parsimonious droplet of its glorious golden upon my tongue; was enough to celestially reinvigorate each of my drearily dying and estranged nerves; replenish my countenance with the mantra of synergistically divine existence, Just an evanescent droplet of its exotic golden upon my cheeks; was enough to metamorphose the most traumatically tyrannized suffering of my survival; into a rivulet of unsurpassably unending happiness, Just an ephemeral droplet of its timeless golden upon my ears; was enough to resplendently enlighten my despondently quavering sensitivity; into a sky of unassailably bountiful dreams, Just a fugitive droplet of its handsome golden upon my fingers; was enough to enthrall me more iridescently than the vivaciously dancing peacocks; as if the entire exuberance of this panoramic planet had become the whites of my impeccable eye, Just a disappearing droplet of its stupendous golden upon my belly; was enough to unfathomably evolve me into an entrenchment of unlimited sensuousness; for infinite more births yet to unveil, Just an obsolete droplet of its ebullient golden upon my tongue; was enough to make me wholesomely oblivious to even the most impregnably enticing titillation on the trajectory of this boundless Universe; profusely drowning every bone of my body into an ocean of heavenly tanginess, Just an insipid droplet of its bounteous golden upon my shadow; was enough to limitlessly tingle me till 357

the epitome of unparalleled voluptuousness; as I tirelessly slavered on the slippery sand; feasting every pore of my skin in the milky moonlight, Just a fleeting droplet of its ingratiating golden upon my nape; was enough to perennially drift me towards the cocoons of inimitably jubilant ecstasy; every unveiling instant of my impoverished life, Just an infidel droplet of its majestic golden upon my shoulders; was enough to beautifully transpire me to incessantly augment the threshold of my artistry; unceasingly replenish my every bone with the countless treasures of this wonderfully holistic Universe, Just a minuscule droplet of its rhapsodic golden upon my conscience; was enough to enrich my depravingly beleaguered existence; with the perpetually magnificent colors of unshakable solidarity, Just an effervescent droplet of its everlasting golden upon my chest; was enough to triumphantly tantalize till even after the veritable end of my time; and as every ingredient of niceness around me withered and obnoxiously died, Just an incongruous droplet of its emollient golden upon my foot; was enough to instill in me the insurmountably intrepid tenacity of an unflinching adventurer; as I patriotically blazed like an inferno of scintillating righteousness; upon every prejudiced trace of the devil, Just an inarticulate droplet of its supreme golden upon my soul; was enough to make me ardently persevere for the cause of benevolent humanity; decimate even the most frigid speck of indiscriminate racialism; forever and ever and ever from this innocuously vivid planet, Just a fugacious droplet of its ever-pervading golden upon my nostrils; was enough for me to assimilate all felicity of a limitless more lifetimes; exist as an undefeated prince even in the most satanically devilish of winds, Just an obfuscated droplet of its poignant golden upon my heart; was enough for me to fathomlessly feel the astounding freshness of life to its most indomitable fullest; palpitate more thunderously than the unequivocal clouds; now for the ultimate love of my life, O! Yes; such was the Omnipotent power of just that ethereally vanishing droplet of heavenliness that dribbled from your newly wedded skin; such was the incomprehensibly eternal fragrance of just that 358

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incoherent droplet which oozed from your immaculate arms; such was the efficacious effulgence of just that tiny droplet of your Godly sweat

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WHAT I WAS UNCONQUERABLY SURE ABOUT What tomorrow would bring for me in its exhilaratingly blissful winds; I didn’t care; nor did have even the tiniest of longing to know, But what I was unconquerably sure about was that; each ingredient of my emaciated eye ardently wanted to witness your divinely silhouette this very moment; without the slightest of hindrance in between and the recital of NO…. What tomorrow would bring for me in its graciously bountiful lap; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most diminutive of longing to know, But what I was unassailably sure about was that; each droplet of my trembling blood fervently wanted to blend with your philanthropically handsome goodness this very moment; without the slightest of impediments in between and the recital of NO…. What tomorrow would bring for me in its ingratiatingly inexplicable horizons; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most parsimonious of longing to know, But what I was unfathomably sure about was that; each line of my impoverished palm insatiably wanted to entwine with your majestically unfurling life this very moment; without the slightest of darkness in between and the recital of NO…. What tomorrow would bring for me in its royally resplendent swirl; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most mercurial of longing to know, But what I was invincibly sure about was that; each cracked contour of my lips triumphantly wanted to intermingle with your sensuously iridescent senses this very moment; without the slightest of morass in between and the recital of NO…. What tomorrow would bring for me in its enigmatically philandering breath; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most remote longing to know, But what I was boundlessly sure about was that; each vein of my abysmally faltering legs zanily wanted to coalesce with your benevolently humanitarian stride this very moment; without the slightest of duress in between and the recital of NO…. What tomorrow would bring for me in its celestially vibrant fabric; I didn’t care; nor did have even the 360

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most oblivious longing to know, But what I was indefatigably sure about was that; each chord of my preposterously scorched throat tumultuously wanted to slaver your Samaritan sweetness this very moment; without the slightest of treachery in between and the recital of NO…. What tomorrow would bring for me in its vividly coruscated dawn; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most cloistered of longing to know, But what I was impregnably sure about was that; each miserably bereaved bone of mine unrelentingly wanted the compassionate caress of your magical palms this very moment; without the slightest of embroilment in between and the recital of NO…. What tomorrow would bring for me in its spell bindingly enamoring resplendence; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most insipid of longing to know, But what I was limitlessly sure about was that; each sordidly estranged pore of my flesh perennially wanted to bond with your rhapsodic melody this very moment; without the slightest of bedlam in between and the recital of NO…. What tomorrow would bring for me in its enchantingly fragrant corridor; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most infidel of longing to know, But what I was fathomlessly sure about was that; each devastatingly diminishing breath of mine perpetually wanted to entwine with your altruistically fearless life this very moment; without the slightest of inhibition in between and the recital of NO…. And what tomorrow would bring for me in its redolently euphoric wave; I didn’t care; nor did have even the most ephemeral of longing to know, But what I was supremely sure about was that; each beat of my gratuitously feckless heart immortally wanted to entrench with your love this very moment; without the slightest of hesitation in between and the recital of NO….

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PLEASE DON’T EVER LEAVE ME Even if you didn’t glimpse an infinitesimal iota towards me the entire sweltering day; neglecting me like a chunk of threadbare shit; as you wholeheartedly flirted with your surreptitious paramour right in front of my eyes, Even if you didn’t appreciate my worldclass accomplishments an inconspicuous trifle; sadistically preferring to feed the wood on my scintillating trophies; to your fleet of obnoxiously indolent termites, Even if you didn’t cuddle my innocuously trembling chin an infidel bit; blasphemously drenching my impoverished persona with acrimonious cauldrons of diabolical acid, Even if you didn’t clap for me the slightest as I triumphantly kissed the glorious pinnacles of Everest; ignominiously ridiculed me for looking like a frigid scarecrow; from the point where she sighted me on robust earth, Even if you didn’t kiss me on my passionately slavering cheeks; satanically diverting all gruesomely grisly lizards of the house; to insidiously crawl on them instead, Even if you didn’t mischievously cavort with me through the bountifully sun soaked hills; truculently lambasting my nimbly shivering skin with whiplashes of devilish hatred instead, Even if you didn’t regally cajole me in my times of disparagingly deteriorating duress; using my tears instead of table salt; for titillating your spuriously roasted meat; instead, Even if you didn’t rejoice with me as I assimilated every speck of celestial enlightenment on the trajectory of this fathomless Universe; heinously preferring to clandestinely gallop with ghoulish corpses in sinister darkness; instead, Even if you didn’t respect the most benevolent of my deeds an ephemeral trace; saluting the lascivious dungeon of sleazy parasites with profound admiration in your eyes; instead, Even if you didn’t pay heed to the most despairingly traumatic of my cries; uninhibitedly dancing to the tunes of my horrific agony; violently smooching your boyfriend; instead, Even if you didn’t empathize the tiniest with my 362

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overwhelmingly dreary bones after I acridly faced the onslaught of the remorsefully manipulative society; gagging a mortuary of torching needles into my mouth as I holistically snored, Even if you didn’t fantasize about my regally brandishing sword and patriotic scepter; ludicrously chortling your breath out; as I valiantly stepped into the rampaging battlefield; to defend my very own sacrosanct motherland, Even if you didn’t relentlessly walk by my side as I trespassed through all the good and sordidly bad in life; vengefully laid the most lecherously bawdy barricades in every of my advancing paths; instead, Even if you didn’t cook tantalizing morsels of food for my miserably emaciated stomach; ruthlessly extricated my mass of intricately poignant intestines; to feed the cacophonically wailing eunuchs outside; instead, Even if you didn’t mesmerize my uxoriously livid nerves with mellifluously ebullient sound; mercilessly left the horde of salaciously victimizing wolves upon my naked flesh; when I was snoozing; instead, Even if you didn’t believe one bit in the most sagaciously righteous of my preachings; maliciously blowing the rambunctiously blowing horns of your car full throttle; the instant I attempted to open my nimble mouth, Even if you didn’t like it an evanescent speck if I took your name; barbarously slashed the rosy pink of my lips with the malevolently prejudiced butcher’s knife; if I dared to praise your enamoring countenance, Even if you didn’t respect me an ethereal iota for all my immortally compassionate love; tirelessly kept expurgating your feces upon my skull; envisaging it to be your favorite lavatory seat, Nevertheless; Your mere presence itself has and will forever inspire me; making me feel the most pricelessly blessed entity alive; miraculously metamorphosing every element of my grief into a paradise of unconquerable happiness, So therefore it is my humble request to you O! eternal beloved; execute whatever conceivable torture you could upon my diminutive persona; crucify me with all the badness that exists on this Universe; blind me with all the hatred in your life; but please don’t leave me to lead a life more penalizing than death; please don’t ever leave me… 363

NO EXPERIMENTATION I indefatigably experimented with my clothes; at times aimlessly wandering in skimpily bedraggled shorts; while at times majestically embellishing even the most lackadaisical bone of my impoverished body; with a paradise of unendingly coruscating satin, I unrelentingly experimented with my food; at times plaintively surviving on inconspicuously threadbare morsels of dolorous bread; while at times regally titillating my emaciated taste buds with Imperial slices of Italian cheese and sensuously exotic champagne, I limitlessly experimented with my dwelling; at times ludicrously residing in preposterously stinking gutter pipes; while at times enchantingly snoring in castles of exquisitely Oriental gold and resplendently twinkling pearls, I tirelessly experimented with my makeup’s; at times coating my diminutively trembling skin with sleazily libidinous mascara; while at times vivaciously painting my entire visage with celestially voluptuous blackberry juice, I relentlessly experimented with my slang’s; at times conversing in an incongruously unruly rustic accent which only the dogs could understand; while at times unassailably silencing one and all on this gigantic planet; with the power of my eloquently mesmerizing speech, I unfathomably experimented with my temperament’s; at times laconically floating like a cadaverously silent graveyard in the aisles of insipid nothingness; while at times tempestuously fulminating into a boundless cosmos of insatiably heart-rendering passion, I incessantly experimented with my footwear; at times nonchalantly trespassing through the eccentrically skewed dungeons barefoot; while at times encapsulating my ebulliently protruding toes; with the most exorbitantly supreme snake leather skins, I continuously experimented with my perfumes; at times smudging every speck of my languishing demeanor with a bizarre concoction of tomatoes and indolent mushrooms; while at times bathing in a heavenly pond of blissful musk till times immemorial, 364

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I unstoppably experimented with my languages; at times fanatically absorbing myself into the fathomless literary volumes of my very own native tongue; while at times ubiquitously disseminating the essence of global peace and eternal brotherhood in; iridescently International English, I unlimitedly experimented with my toothbrushes; at times ruthlessly brushing across the consortium of my decaying yellow with stringently inclement tree twigs; while at times using a myriad of contemporarily world class brands to bounteously enlighten the bedraggled cavities in my mouth, I zanily experimented with my smells; at times disastrously snoozing the entire day inhaling squalidly rebuked attic air; while at times triumphantly dancing till spaces beyond eternity; to the redolently mesmerizing scent of the divinely atmosphere, I unsparingly experimented with my women; at times losing all interest in life with girls full of sardonically barbarous criticism; while at times jubilantly dancing with the ultimate nubile angels having descended from the lap of beautifully blessed heaven, I countlessly experimented with my jewelry; at times wearing esoterically jinxed necklace’s of gruesomely infidel bones; while at times handsomely draping my shivering persona with aristocratically poignant cascades of brilliant diamond, I ardently experimented with my desires; at times withering away like a stoically feckless leaf even in the most spellbindingly rhapsodic of winds; while at times uncontrollably spawning into a thunderbolt of insuperably blistering passion; swiping every trajectory of mother earth with everlastingly unfettered energy, I obsessively experimented with my colors; at times choosing the most dirties shade of brown to woefully lambaste my penalizing coffin; while at times blossoming into eclectic rainbows of glorious prosperity; for infinite more births of mine yet to unveil, I unceasingly experimented with my titillations; at times using monotonous rockets of fretful paper to stimulate my treacherously dying pores; while at times wonderfully assimilating the most panoramically exotic treasures of this earth; to blend with the invincible enthuse of my bloodstreams, 365

I timelessly experimented with my fantasies; at times tyrannically envisaging only about matchbox shaped corporate offices with potbellied tycoons wasting marathon hours in sonorous cigar smoke and the robotically disdainful mobile phone; while at times intransigently dreaming all day and night about the chapters of enriching proliferation and philanthropic goodness on the fabric of this gigantic Universe, I uninhibitedly experimented with my philosophies; at times conceiving the prejudiced manipulation was quintessential to exist amidst the pack of horrifically bloodsucking wolves today; while at times pioneering the mantra of selfless sacrifice in even the most mercurial quarter of this world, And if there was indeed one thing on this planet; which I never did or would ever want to experiment with; then it was our immortal love; for my heart was forever yours O! Godly Beloved; right since the time it first euphorically leapt out for you; and till the time death do us apart; without the slightest of baffling experimentation in between…

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JUST SO THAT I endlessly kept committing a pathetic graveyard of flagrant idiosyncrasies; just so that you could correct me; with the eternally magical righteousness in your bountiful voice, I endlessly kept tossing and turning on the coldbloodedly laconic floor; just so that you could put me to heavenly sleep; with the compassionately timeless sensuousness in your tantalizing fingers, I endlessly kept speaking derogatorily insipid lies; just so that you could Omnipotently enlighten me; with the essence of unassailably glorious truth in your unflinching stride, I endlessly kept myself egregiously emaciated; just so that you could majestically placate my every desire; with the fortress of invincible camaraderie in your impeccable eyes, I endlessly kept nonchalantly staring at meaningless bits of barren sky; just so that you could stupefy me to the most unprecedented limits; with the mesmerizing cadence in your magnetic senses, I endlessly kept maliciously abusing whosoever I encountered in my way; just so that you could teach me to be civilized; with the principles of priceless humanity ubiquitously disseminating from your every breath, I endlessly kept fretting and fuming at everything that was laid my way; just so that you could marvelously quell all my lunatic restlessness; with the regally silken charisma of your soul, I endlessly kept executing the most abashing of spelling mistakes; just so that you could aristocratically enrich me; with your insuperably magnificent power of linguistics, I endlessly kept myself drearily dirty and languishing like a chunk of insipid shit; just so that you could rejuvenate even the most infinitesimal of my traumatized senses; with the insatiable exuberance in your victorious leap, I endlessly kept bruising myself without the slightest rhyme or reason; just so that you could perennially anoint my disastrously slavering wounds; with the religion of impregnable humanity in your divinely palms, I endlessly kept agnostically repenting every 367

beautiful moment of my life; just so that you could ingratiatingly drift me towards the skies of the unconquerably Omniscient Lord; with your spirit of patriotically blazing freedom, I endlessly kept impudently slandering my revered elders; just so that you could royally mitigate me from the crutches of crucifying mercilessness; with the unbelievably altruistic tranquility enshrouding your humble existence, I endlessly kept ridiculing the most handsomely symbiotic ideals of creation; just so that you could make me blend with the celestial rudiments of my creation; with the goodness of your magnanimously sacred spontaneity, I endlessly kept skeptically surmising about even the most harmonious of saints; just so that you could beautifully filter the acrimonious dirt from my mind; with your undauntedly untamed conviction, I endlessly kept sadistically victimizing my own self; just so that you could perpetually guide me towards the most wonderfully replenishing salvation of my life; with the carpet of your resplendently embellished desires, I endlessly kept uncontrollably shivering under the deathly chill of the scurrilously vindictive night; just so that you could entwine me in your splendidly humanitarian warmth; with the inferno of boundless desire rampantly simmering in every pore of your skin, I endlessly kept preposterously indulging myself into a plethora of imperiling vices; just so that you could metamorphose my entire personality into that of a synergistically innocuous organism; with the mantra of ebullient triumph radiating unstoppably from your eyelashes, I endlessly kept forgetting even the most quintessentially vital things; just so that you could pamper the child in me to the most unfathomable fullest; inundate my diminutively impoverished life with the limitless happiness in your everlasting soul, And I endlessly kept trying to extinguish every speck of my beleaguered existence; just so that you could incarcerate my penuriously quavering senses in the entrenchment of your immortally blessing love; blissfully uniting our lives in holy matrimony; for times even after infinite more births of ours yet to come…

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MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU My life without you; was like the resplendently exotic rose left disdainfully estranged; amidst an acrimonious battalion of ballistically pugnacious cactus, My life without you; was like the brilliantly vibrant eye left penuriously staggering; amidst a venomous graveyard of invidiously sinister darkness, My life without you; was like the astoundingly aristocratic Sun left miserably sulking; behind a treacherously penalizing coffin of shaggily disheveled and adulterated clouds, My life without you; was like the regally bountiful pearls left inexorably fretting; in the sordidly gory interiors of the raunchily fetid gutter pipe, My life without you; was like the exuberantly triumphant bird left hopelessly wailing; behind the diabolically victimizing and satanically gleaming prison bars, My life without you; was like the pinnacle of the unassailable mountain left dreadfully defeated; under a frigidly threadbare avalanche of feckless ice, My life without you; was like the patriotically blazing warrior left relentlessly cursing his luck; amidst the manipulatively parasitic politicians, My life without you; was like the euphorically victorious ocean left to lugubriously slaver; amidst the dastardly cockroaches of the diminutively soiled lavatory seat, My life without you; was like the fantastically eclectic artist left to unstoppably asphyxiate; obnoxiously imprisoned within the walls of the monotonously matchbox shaped and wastrel office, My life without you; was like the newly embellished bride left hysterically sobbing; amidst insurmountably punitive layers of cadaverously widowed white, My life without you; was like the blissfully wedded couple left to enjoy their iridescent honeymoon; amidst the rambunctiously dusty and discordantly begging streets, My life without you; was like the intrepidly young man left to miserably deteriorate; amidst heavy numbered 369

glasses; forlorn crutches and a bedraggled walking stick, My life without you; was like timelessly ticking clock left to vindictively weep; amidst the infinitesimally worthless dwelling of the invisible ghosts, My life without you; was like the exquisitely redolent and feather tipped pen left to become delirious; amidst the mordantly corrugated periphery of the jaggedly cold-hearted rocks, My life without you; was like the unflinchingly handsome panther left to disparagingly growl; amidst lackluster blades of nimbly vegetarian and teasingly evanescent grass, My life without you; was like the unfathomably mellifluous nightingale left to bang its beak; amidst the brutally stuttering horde of the hedonistically stone deaf, My life without you; was like irrefutably scintillating truth and humanity left to march; in the land of the ignominiously scurrilous and baselessly devilish hell, My life without you; was like rhapsodically insatiable breath left to perniciously wither; under the hood of the dolorously damned and strangulating coffin of extinction, And my life without you O! Eternal beloved; was like the passionately immortal heart heartlessly left; amidst the sadistically unsavory scorpions of severely jinxed betrayal….

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NO POWER EVER BORN They could perhaps ruthlessly snatch our eyes; horrifically blinding us with their derogatory barbarism; for the remainder of our impoverished lives, But there was no power ever born on earth and sky except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the unfathomable whirlpools of compassionate empathy; that we harbored for each other; in our everlastingly insuperable and brilliant hearts… They could perhaps mercilessly snatch our ears; lecherously annihilating them from our face; with their satanically blood stained swords, But there was no power ever born on earth and sky except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the unprecedented fascination that we harbored for each other; in our bountifully timeless and philanthropic hearts…. They could perhaps indiscriminately snatch our bellies; deliriously extricating even the last bit of our intricately blissful intestines, But there was no power ever born on earth and sky except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the insurmountable magnetism that we harbored for each other; in our beautifully vivid and eclectic hearts…. They could perhaps perfidiously snatch our legs; tyrannically incarcerating and maiming us in chains of maliciously unending torture; till the time we relinquished our last breath, But there was no power ever born on earth and sky except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the inexorable passion that we harbored for each other; in our resplendently twinkling and unconquerable hearts…. ‘ They could perhaps lethally snatch all our dreams; truculently bludgeoning our brains on coldblooded rock; replenishing their parasitic stomachs with the gruesomely grotesque and pulverized curry, But there was no power ever born on earth and sky except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the unflinching solidarity that we harbored for each other; in our iridescently burgeoning and panoramic hearts… They could perhaps irascibly snatch our arms; hedonistically forcing us to discordantly beg on the 371

threadbare streets; so that their pockets perennially glittered with sanctimoniously sleazy silk and gold, But there was no power ever born on earth and sky except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the tirelessly ardent longing that we harbored for each other; in our gloriously effulgent and diligent hearts…. They could perhaps salaciously snatch our smiles; venomously infiltrating even the most inconspicuous iota of our happiness; with perverted mortuaries of uxoriously sadistic prejudice, But there was no power ever born on earth and sky except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the majestically royal camaraderie that we harbored for each other; in our sensuously galloping and impeccable hearts…. They could perhaps brutally snatch our shadows; ignominiously extraditing us from the civilization outside; just to lick the floors of their already spick and span dwelling, But there was no power ever born on earth and sky except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the spirit of sacrifice that we harbored for each other; in our passionately impregnable and unparalleled hearts…. And they could perhaps gorily snatch our wealth; rendering us to stagger in the aisles of uncouth nothingness; while they spuriously cavorted in the glory of our perseveringly righteous prosperity, But there was no power ever born on earth and sky except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the immortally inimitable love that we harbored for each other; in our magnetically bonded and celestial hearts….

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RELAX RELAX. Let the whole world outside crazily Run. As you’re the only one who’s eventually destined to bond with her perpetually sacrosanct fragrance; by the grace of the Omnisciently Almighty Lord, RELAX. Let the whole world outside desperately Run. As you’re the only one with whom she had insatiably desired to bond; since the very first cry of her everlastingly mesmerizing birth, RELAX. Let the whole world outside bizarrely Run. As you’re the only one who care’s for her; more than anyone else on this gigantic earth could ever cogitate; or ever could, RELAX. Let the whole world outside pugnaciously Run. As you’re the only one whom she unrelentingly fantasized about; all blisteringly sunlit day and every unfurling minute past the heart of fantastically voluptuous midnight, RELAX. Let the whole world outside disastrously Run. As you’re the only one whom she congenitally likes to court; keep perennially embedded as the most priceless jewel in the center of her impeccable eyes, RELAX. Let the whole world outside ludicrously Run. As you’re the only one who’s dedicated to even the most infinitesimally fugacious cause of her vibrant life; embracing every obnoxious impediment that came her way without a tear in your victorious eye, RELAX. Let the whole world outside lunatically Run. As you’re the only one whom she intransigently prayed for since she emanated her very first breath; immortalizing you as her eternal mate even before her brain had the power to think, RELAX. Let the whole world outside fanatically Run. As you’re the only one whom she tirelessly sketched on the pristine seas shores; even as the truculent waves irritatingly swiped your impressions umpteenth times in a single minute, RELAX. Let the whole world outside disparagingly Run. As you’re the only one whom she considered as revered as her godly parents; to bountifully harness the chapter of her iridescently beautiful life, RELAX. Let the whole world outside deliriously Run. As you’re the only one whom she indefatigably serenaded; even as the most hedonistically torrential of maelstroms; lambasted the earth from every construable 373

side and space, RELAX. Let the whole world outside preposterously Run. As you’re the only one whom she irrefutably considered her every destiny line; the fascinating litany of events timelessly unveiling in her blessed life, RELAX. Let the whole world outside egregiously Run. As you’re the only one whose name she chanted even in the realms of unconsciously deep sleep; Omnisciently witnessing your portrait in every goodness that she poignantly caressed, RELAX. Let the whole world outside insipidly Run. As you’re the only one whom she unflinchingly patronized; even as corpses of bawdily indescribable savagery asphyxiated her from all sides, RELAX. Let the whole world outside baselessly Run. As you’re the only one whom she envisaged as the ultimate prince of her destitute life; unassailably enlightening the lamps of her fretfully withering existence, RELAX. Let the whole world outside superfluously Run. As you’re the only one whom she sensuously cavorted with in every wink that she mischievously took, RELAX. Let the whole world outside remorsefully Run. As you’re the only one whom she marvelously solemnized for your articulately astounding versatility; insuperably blending with the blood that flowed through your artistic veins, RELAX. Let the whole world outside fecklessly Run. As you’re the only one whom she impregnably wanted to be a quintessential ingredient of her existence; the pinnacle of successful fragrance in her truncated life, RELAX. Let the whole world tyrannically Run outside. As you’re the only one whom she had perpetually coalesced with even the most mercurial breath that she diffused; for infinite more births yet to unleash, And RELAX. Let the whole world barbarously Run outside. As you’re the only one whom she had immortally given all her heart and love to; unconquerably enveloping herself in your embrace so passionate; that even the God’s considered it sinful to break….

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REMARRIAGE O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the majestically tantalizing shadow; of my eternally enchanting wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the impeccably embellished smile; of my bountifully spawning wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the Omnipotently blazing stride; of my amiably enthralling wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the unflinchingly altruistic solidarity; of my compassionately cuddling wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the ingratiatingly fantastic charisma; of my eclectically panoramic wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the Omnisciently exotic splendor; of my immaculately heavenly wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the ubiquitously unending timelessness; of my exhilaratingly ebullient wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the philanthropically benign graciousness; of my ecstatically triumphant wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the jubilantly spell binding vivaciousness; of my astoundingly sacred wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the boundless fascinating fantasies; of my iridescently perennial wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the euphorically vivid aura; of my sensuously celestial wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the intrepidly brazen 375

chested spirit; of my ecumenically effulgent wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the profoundly intoxicating enigma; of my limitlessly enthusing wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the exultatingly marvelous fragrance; of my gloriously mysterious wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the beautifully vibrant synergy; of my fantastically humanitarian wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the symbiotically harmonious ramifications; of my congenially intriguing wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the irrefutably unassailable transparency; of my charmingly mellifluous wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the romantically blessing breath; of my innovatively princely wife; once again, O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the unshakably godly demeanor; of my pristinely piquant wife; once again, And O! Yes; I was wholeheartedly prepared to remarry an infinite times; but only with the unconquerably immortal heart; of my unabashedly loving wife; once again….

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ON THE STATION OF LOVE The train of profoundly spine tingling mysticism stopped only on the station; of astoundingly fantastic and uncannily tantalizing bewilderment, The train of symbiotically coalescing philanthropism stopped only on the station; of eternally resplendent and timelessly bountiful mankind, The train of poignantly unending compassion stopped only on the station; of perpetually unshakable and gloriously unconquerable friendship, The train of blazingly truthful expression stopped only on the station; of majestically blissful and implacably kingly artistry, The train of altruistically uninhibited sharing stopped only on the station; of perennially burgeoning and euphorically triumphant happiness, The train of mischievously philandering flirtation stopped only on the station; of enchantingly ebullient and serendipitously clandestine seduction, The train of unflinchingly intrepid bravery stopped only on the station; of boundlessly revered and unconquerable immortality, The train of panoramically eclectic beauty stopped only on the station; of stupendously benevolent and undefeated graciousness, The train of Omnipotently scintillating optimism stopped only on the station; of gloriously embellished and impregnably inimitable victory, The train of intransigently exploring intrigue stopped only on the station; of ingratiatingly mesmerizing and ecstatically vibrant innovation, The train of synergistically united existence stopped only on the station; of irrefutably invincible and jubilantly unlimited righteousness, The train of divinely sacrosanct worship stopped only on the station; of congenitally blessed and indomitably Omniscient motherhood, The train of beautifully unblemished sacrifice stopped only on the station; of profusely fascinating and unsurpassably regale benevolence, The train of harmoniously creative energy stopped only on the station; of vividly burgeoning and immaculately unassailable newness, The train of insatiably untamed passion stopped only on the station; of unequivocally limitless and fantastically effulgent embrace, 377

The train of innocently heart rendering playfulness stopped only on the station; of unrestrictedly iridescent and gorgeously oblivious childhood, The train of indefatigably experimenting style stopped only on the station; of radiantly fructifying and ubiquitously blossoming freshness, The train of Omnipotently blessed life stopped only on the station; of bounteously spawning and magically unfurling adventure, And train of unstoppably throbbing hearts stopped only on the station; of immortally godly and wonderfully uninhibited love….

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IMMORTALLY OVERPOWERING Immortally overpowering; were her majestically seductive and ingratiating lips; over the lackadaisically chapped contours; which were diminutively mine, Immortally overpowering; were her tantalizingly ravishing and swirling hair; over the uncontrollably trembling scalp; which was parsimoniously mine, Immortally overpowering; was her stupendously fragrant and bountiful belly; over the insatiably starved folds; which were humbly mine, Immortally overpowering; were her poignantly crimson and Omnipotent cheeks; over the pathetically freckled skin; which was stingily mine, Immortally overpowering; was her celestially mellifluous and rhapsodic voice; over the uncannily quavering cadence; which was miserly mine, Immortally overpowering; was her fantastically embellished and articulate neck; over the ruggedly penurious flesh; which was emaciatingly mine, Immortally overpowering; was her royally philanthropic and timeless graciousness; over the rampantly vacillating emotions; which were quintessentially mine, Immortally overpowering; was her irrefutably insuperable and unflinching faith; over the fabric of untamed sensuality; which was ethereally mine, Immortally overpowering; was her enchantingly spell bindingly and glorious fragrance; over the onerously oozing armpits; which were intricately mine, Immortally overpowering; was her charismatically magical and unassailable grace; over the incessantly shivering goose-bumps; which were nostalgically mine, Immortally overpowering; were her fascinatingly dangling and immaculate earlobes; over the obsoletely deafened senses; which were minutely mine, Immortally overpowering; was her divinely mesmerizing and vivacious dance; over the profusely famished rhythm; which was nonchalantly mine, Immortally overpowering; was her beautifully heavenly and enigmatic shadow; over the desolately destitute stride; which was haplessly mine, Immortally overpowering; was her benevolently egalitarian and sacrosanct humanity; over the maliciously manipulated whisper; which was sleazily 379

mine, Immortally overpowering; were her miraculously healing and unconquerable feet; over the nervously skittish uncertainty; which was sporadically mine, Immortally overpowering; was her blazingly altruistic and self made destiny lines; over the despicably withering frigidity; which was hopelessly mine, Immortally overpowering; were her magnanimously bestowing and patriotic shoulders; over the tumultuously proliferating uncanniness; which was inherently mine, Immortally overpowering; was her intransigently righteous and innocuous conscience; over the web of derogatory malice; which was forcibly mine, Immortally overpowering; was her magnetically invincible and Omniscient breath; over the unsurpassably asphyxiating hollowness; which was truculently mine, And Immortally overpowering; was her perpetually magnificent and endless love; over the preposterously diminishing heart; which was ungainly mine….

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IF YOU REALLY LOVED HER Don’t try to ruthlessly imprison her majestic eyes; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally ooze uninhibited rivulets of insurmountably ecstatic and bountiful empathy; solely for you instead, Don’t try to baselessly imprison her poignant lips; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally fulminate into a festoon of compassionately eternal and vibrant smiles; solely for you instead, Don’t try to derogatorily imprison her bountiful cheeks; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally twinkle into an astoundingly effulgent and fructifying camaraderie; solely for you instead, Don’t try to maliciously imprison her spell binding eyelids; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally flutter into an unfathomable gorge of irrefutable adulation; solely for you instead, Don’t try to abhorrently imprison her unflinching footsteps; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally advance like avalanches of unfettered and unconquerable passion; solely for you instead, Don’t try to truculently imprison her sensuous shadow; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally grope like an eternally silken and nubile princess; solely for you instead, Don’t try to diabolically imprison her harmonious thoughts; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally tower like the clouds of mesmerizing and supreme timelessness; solely for you instead, Don’t try to perniciously imprison her regale smiles; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally flow in a river of impregnable and priceless solidarity; solely for you instead, Don’t try to disastrously imprison her altruistic identity; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally blaze into a fathomless sky of Omnipotent and everlasting shine; solely for you instead, Don’t try to hedonistically imprison her mellifluous voice; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally sing an unsurpassable entrenchment of amiably bonding and effervescent rhyme; solely for you instead, Don’t try to savagely imprison her ecstatic sweat; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally 381

exude into a fountain of fantastic and enigmatic vivaciousness; solely for you instead, Don’t try to bizarrely imprison her heavenly fingers; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally grope into whirlwinds of uncontrollably untamed and implacable passion; solely for you instead, Don’t try to satanically imprison her egalitarian neck; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally attune itself towards a fortress of invincibly magnificent and fearless solidarity; solely for you instead, Don’t try to treacherously imprison her ravishing senses; if you really loved her; let them free; let them naturally cavort ebulliently and in insatiable energy; solely for you instead, Don’t try to hedonistically imprison her impeccable conscience; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally spawn into a sky of euphorically triumphant and blessed righteousness; solely for you instead, Don’t try to salaciously imprison her unparalleled exuberance; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally evolve into an incomprehensibly gorgeous reservoir of victorious exultation; solely for you instead, Don’t try to brutally imprison her unequivocal freedom; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally bounce in every construable and panoramically exotic direction; solely for you instead, Don’t try to dictatorially imprison her celestial breath; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally waft till times beyond infinite infinity and tirelessly; solely for you instead, Don’t try to devilishly imprison her unblemished pristinity; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally yearn and sizzle in royally intransigent desire; solely for you instead, And don’t try to chauvinistically imprison her immortal heart; if you really loved her; let it free; let it naturally liberate and endlessly throb; solely for you instead….

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SAME REQUIREMENT Different requirements of food for infinite stomachs; some preferring gargantuan mountains of ingratiatingly appeasing fruit; while some blissfully satiating themselves with rustically plain bread and brine, Different requirements of bravery for infinite chests; some preferring Herculean amounts of unflinching fortitude; while some wholesomely content whiling away their lives in the realms of disdainfully dastardly dilapidation, Different requirements of empathy for infinite souls; some preferring to be uncontrollably deluged with the chapters of compassionately eternal togetherness; while some wanting to be let obnoxiously aloof even as maelstroms of hell vindictively blended with the trajectory of earth, Different requirements of embellishment for infinite demeanor’s; some preferring to be profusely adorned with unfathomably iridescent jewelry; while some loving to be left obsoletely plaintive on the lackadaisically barren hills, Different requirements of hearing for infinite ears; some preferring to be indefatigably enshrouded with naturally enchanting rhyme; while some wanting to tirelessly lambaste themselves with thunderously unending euphoria of the sleazy discotheque, Different requirements of moisture for infinite eyeballs; some preferring to be amiably flooded with unsurpassable rivers of celestially sparkling moisture; while some phlegmatically shrugging apart the excess liquid into wisps of insipid nothingness, Different requirements of strength for infinite shoulders; some preferring to embrace the whirlwinds of boundlessly augmenting tenacity; while some wanting to languish in dungeons of moderate timidness; for the remainder of their lives, Different requirements of hair for infinite scalps; some preferring to be relentlessly enshrouded with silken carpets of unsurpassable black; while some utterly disdainful about unruly outgrowths projecting sanctimoniously from their heads, Different requirements of blood for infinite skins; some preferring a turbulently uninhibited catharsis of it incessantly in their body; while some wanting the wonderfully scarlet elixir to serenely flow like 383

fading sunshine, Different requirements of fantasy for infinite brains; some preferring to panoramically dream about even the most diminutively capricious element of existence; while some austerely incarcerating their minds in graveyards of abhorrently manipulative monotony, Different requirements of destinies for infinite palms; some preferring to have an astoundingly insurmountable repertoire of forks and lines on the back of their hand; while some insatiable desirous of a life more plainer than the horrendously flat hills, Different requirements of voice for infinite throats; some preferring to fulminate into an exuberantly unending and evergreen song every unfurling minute of the day; while some more inclined towards a nonchalantly laconic reverie; even as life didn’t give them a second chance, Different requirements of air for different armpits; some preferring an intransigently endless blast of ebulliently reinvigorating breeze till the very last step of existence; while some inexorably wanting to break into tornado’s of cold-bloodedly insane sweat, Different requirements of saliva for different mouths; some preferring to incessantly slaver into fructifying whirlpools of untamed ecstasy; while some wanting themselves as dry as horrifically grassless and squelched charcoal, Different requirements of truth for different conscience’s; some preferring to irrefutably blaze into an insuperable inferno of righteousness for infinite more births yet to unveil; while some inevitably falling prey to the corpse of scurrilously invidious lies, Different requirements of flirtation for infinite eyelashes; some preferring to mischievously culminate into a flurry of surreptitious winks every now and again; while some reticently agglutinated to the brow in dogmatic sternness and indomitable concentration, Different requirements of breath for infinite nostrils; some preferring to effulgently inhale as much of resplendent air as conceivable on this Universe till the time majestic life palpitated; while some deliriously snapping the very fangs of existence; with their very own parasitically deleterious hands, But same requirement of immortal love for infinite organisms; with every religion; caste; creed; color; sect and tribe limitlessly wanting to encompass every step that they alighted with its Omnipotently heavenly 384

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radiance; limitlessly wanting to make its vividly majestic rhythm the sole beats of their impoverished lives…

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WILL NEVER LOSE The Sun might slowly and slowly lose all its ferociously blazing rays; remorsefully withering behind the languid horizons; for times immemorial, The stars might slowly and slowly lose all their scintillating shimmer; eventually appearing as nonchalantly lackadaisical stones in the firmament of fathomlessly barren sky, The oceans might slowly and slowly lose all their ravishingly tangy salt; sullenly metamorphosing into boundless kilometers of corrugated dry rubble and worthlessly invidious sand, The deserts might slowly and slowly lose all their regally fascinating majesty; disdainfully transforming into obsolete mirages of derogatorily dilapidated despondence, The mountains might slowly and slowly lose all their unconquerably shimmering peaks; being transited into capriciously fugitive dust; as ghastly earthquakes tumultuously plundered them, The roses might slowly and slowly lose all their enchantingly enamoring redolence; limply shedding all their bountifully burgeoning petals into a livid heap; for the wastrel parasites to devour, The forests might slowly and slowly lose all their enigmatically jubilant trees; ludicrously shriveling into a cadaverously macabre heap; as the onslaught of inclement drought austerely tightened its pugnacious grip, The Moon might slowly and slowly lose all its resplendently milky shimmer; eventually succumbing like a diminutive mosquito; to the thunderously diabolical conglomerate of obnoxiously grey clouds, The soldier might slowly and slowly lose all his irrefutably dazzling integrity; uxoriously yielding the secrets of his motherland; in order to save his skin from hedonistically indescribable torture, The nightingale might slowly and slowly lose all its astoundingly mellifluous charisma; pathetically plummeting into an eternal slumber out of sheer tiredness; even as the atmosphere outside died a billion times every minute; without its golden voice, The mirror might slowly and slowly lose all its unequivocally righteous sparkle; shattering into an infinite pieces of grotesquely cacophonic distortion; 386

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at the slightest cry of the satanically rampaging devil, The fortress might slowly and slowly lose all its invincibly Herculean strength; obnoxiously crumbling like a pack of frigidly lugubrious cards; as its foundations inexplicably gave away, The sky might slowly and slowly lose all its beautifully iridescent effulgence; being horrifically adulterated by monotonously venomous spacecrafts and indiscriminately pulverizing missiles, The bones might slowly and slowly lose all their unflinchingly altruistic tenacity; eventually falling a lame prey to the vagaries of the maliciously parasitic and ruthlessly conventional society, The clocks might slowly and slowly lose all their meticulously fantastic essence of time; as the electric pace of maligned viciousness in the colossal planet today; insatiably overshadowed them with their bane, The clouds might slowly and slowly lose all their voluptuously tantalizing moisture; dreadfully vanishing into the corpses of insipidly fretful meaninglessness; as the blanket of panoramically fructifying green disappeared from the trajectory of this fathomless Universe, The conscience might slowly and slowly lose all its magnificently aristocratic armor of spell binding truth; to inevitably survive amidst the pack of vengefully marauding and manipulatively decrepit wolves, The nostril might slowly and slowly lose all its vivaciously exuberant breath; with the graveyards of truculently penalizing death perniciously creeping in from every conceivable side, But come what may; the doors of my passionately fulminating heart will always be open for you ; and even if I had to take an infinite births yet again; I will never lose even an evanescent iota of my patience; I will forever wait for you; you and till the time you make me your breath; forever make me only you….

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I’D DEFINITELY COMMIT SUICIDE I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was infertile; not able to bear my innocuously blissful progeny till the time she existed, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was preposterously maimed; with her severely mutilated feet; not even able to move an infinitesimally ethereal inch ahead, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was cannibalistically non-vegetarian; excoriating apart through impeccable sheep and chicken; to mollify her rapaciously thunderous gluttony, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was disgustingly dumb; not able to transcend past the boundaries of junior school; even after an infinite attempts, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was surreptitiously criminal; malevolently coalescing with atrociously vulgar smugglers; to catapult to unprecedentedly dizzy heights of stardom, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was stone deaf; not able to hear the most ferocious thunderballs of desperation emanating from her throat; wholesomely oblivious to the essence of sound, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was cold-bloodedly heartless; indiscriminately trampling over literally anything that came in her dogmatically tyrannical way, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was treacherously sullen faced; not culminating into the most ethereal of smile; even as the invincible mists of paradise were laid at her celestially nimble feet, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was obnoxiously prejudiced; salaciously trying to overtopple every entity beside her; to forever feel like the very best, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was horrifically cacophonic; shooing away even the most obsolete trace of life around her; the instant she opened her amorphously livid mouth, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she indefatigably hurled a gutter of invectives every unveiling second; at even the most holistic of entity 388

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for ostensibly no reason or rhyme, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she unceremoniously started to curse life; since the very first instant that she opened her snobbishly swollen eyes, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was egregiously enshrouded by a sea of disgruntling nonchalance; preferring to diabolically snore even in the most brilliantly fructifying of sunlight, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she smelt of acridly dilapidated feces all day and night; intractably refrained to take quintessential bath; as every other being in the civilization took, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she baselessly wailed every unfurling second; vicariously acted as if the entire planet castigated her with whiplashes of devilishness; while in actuality they perennially showered nothing buy symbiotic harmony, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she aimlessly loitered without the tiniest of mission in life; kept sky gazing for hours immemorial; while the rest of the planet galloped in unparalleled exuberance outside, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she sporadically broke into fits of maniacal depression and epilepsy sporadically; deliriously smashing even the most costliest object around her in her bouts of irascibly uncontrollable anger, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she sadistically taunted me on even the most triumphantly blazing step that I took; dismissing me like a non-existent speck of tawdrily threadbare dust from the top drawers of her memory, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was as diminutive as a miserably slavering rat in stature; going always unnoticed in the pragmatic marketplace of sensuously burgeoning human beings, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she was morbidly blinded since the very first cry of her birth; not possessing the tenacity to alight even a single step; as the planet round her was nothing but a graveyard of heinously obfuscated darkness, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she her face was more hideously distorted than the cadaverously parasitic spirit; not a soul on this colossal Universe; could dare to come abreast of her demonically pulverizing countenance, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she 389

snored more ferociously than an ominously upbraiding panther; sordidly disrupting my every enchantingly celestial night; beyond the most unsurpassable limits, I really wouldn’t mind it the slightest; even if she asphyxiated the very last breath out of my nimble body; just because I compassionately sequestered her from the most nefariously unbearable of maelstrom and torrential rain, But I’d definitely commit suicide that very instant I knew she was flagrantly infidel; merrily flirting and cavorting with boundless men behind my back; after wholeheartedly acknowledging that she loved none other but me on this fathomless planet; after bonding every beat of her heart; immortally with mine….

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JUST ONE GIRL There were an infinite fraternities of scents available to wonderfully mollify just one of my disdainfully agitated armpit; wholesomely transcend over the dreadfully preposterous stench emanating, There were an infinite shades of mascara available to stupendously enthrall just one of my obnoxiously beleaguered eyelash; engender it to marvelously outshine every maelstrom; tornado or the fiercest of inexorable rain, There were an infinite colors of lipstick available to fantastically embellish just one my fretfully grotesque lip; grant it the status of a gloriously uncrowned fairy; for centuries unprecedented, There were an infinite shapes of swords available to majestically brandish my just one of my disparagingly bereaved bone; make it feel like patriotically blazing and invincible warriors; even against the most acrimoniously cannibalistic of attack, There were an infinite synchronizations of music available to sensuously titillate just one of my hedonistically emaciated eardrum; replenish its compassionate hollows with the most unbelievably mellifluous and rhapsodically tantalizing sounds, There were an infinite textbooks of sagaciously perspicacious literature available to beautifully enlighten just one my horrendously illiterate senses; blissfully metamorphose even the most inconspicuous trace of lecherous nothingness in my soul; into a fountain of Omnipotent learning, There were an infinite varieties of exotically iridescent pearls available to handsomely adorn just one of the gorily sinister contours of my hapless neck; transform it into a royal queen’s necklace for as long as this planet existed, There were an infinite curvatures of sun-glass available to incredulously sequester just one of my truculently blood-shot eye; hypnotize it into a paradise of arcane seduction; even under the most savagely blistering rays of the sweltering mid-day Sun, There were an infinite forms of titillating wine available to liberate just one of my satanically incarcerated senses; foment me to uninhibitedly express my miserably lambasted inner self, 391

There were an infinite fabulous dreams available to profoundly rekindle my just one part of my hedonistically whipped mind; catapult me to a land more higher and handsome than unbelievably celestial paradise, There were an infinite scrumptious delicacies available to marvelously placate just one pang of rapaciously growling hunger in my stomach; making me feel as the most pricelessly contented organism on this Universe; after I consumed the same with untamed gusto, There were an infinite dials of luminously trendy watches available to regally adorn just one of my uncontrollably quavering wrist; enthrallingly binding it in the righteously punctilious definitions of discerning time, There were an infinite silhouettes of bewitchingly titillating vixens available to timelessly arouse just one cranny of my drearily despondent flesh; transport me into the corridors of Kingly cloud nine; for countless more births of mine, There were an infinite molds of aristocratic candles available to beautifully enlighten just one of my disparagingly dolorous and ignominiously slandering night; make me feel like the ultimate silken Moon shimmering brilliantly on the trajectory of boundless earth, There were an infinite cylinders of quintessentially artificial blood and breath available to Omnipotently reinvigorate just one of my horrendously dying form; bestow me upon with cardinal pints of divinely life, There were an infinite brands of astounding blades available to stringently scrap just one whisker of unceremoniously bedraggled beard from my cheeks; rendering them more immutably sparkling than the candidly scintillating mirrors, There were an infinite springs of redolent water available to bathe and amazingly quench just one element of my sordidly disheveled skin; annihilate even the most mercurial speck of unsolicited alien dirt from my disgustingly crumbling persona, There were an infinite types of state-of-the-art fabric available to compassionately embrace just one of my impoverishedly trembling caricature; impregnate in it the tenacity to face even the most wretchedly freezing of circumstance, Paradoxically; just one girl on this entire unending Universe; none other but just one girl out of 392

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countless girls symbiotically existing; was available; was enough to bless and insuperably bond with an infinite beats of my unsurpassably passionate and relentlessly wandering heart; for an infinite more births of mine…

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THE VERY 1ST ONE Never ever 1st at emolliently fructifying artistry; delinquently squandering countless sheets of brilliantly bonded paper; and vibrantly ecstatic paint, Never ever 1st at blissfully mellifluous whistling; preposterously bellowing like a rabid dog; instead of diffusing into stupendously mesmerizing music, Never ever 1st at adroitly cunning business; insanely hobbling into mists of utter meaninglessness; at even the very tiniest insinuation of dexterously prejudiced manipulation, Never ever 1st at insurmountably rapacious titillation; bizarrely floundering to be even a mercurial iota aroused; even as boundless tawdry seductresses danced in gay abandon all around, Never 1st at the inter-college competitions; disintegrating into an infinite particles of clammy nothingness; even before alighting a single foot on the star studded stage, Never ever 1st at ingeniously eclectic mimicry; not even able to remember the cadence of my very own voice; just an evanescent instant after I wholeheartedly spoke, Never ever 1st at exotically tantalizing dance; penuriously ending up licking deliriously rotten dust on the floor instead; as the entire world beautifully cavorted and flirted upon the same, Never ever 1st at fantastically enamoring magic; clumsily erasing every bit of line from my own palm; instead of marvelously portending the future of countless others instead, Never ever 1st at exuberantly adventurous mountain-climbing; sinking an infinite feet beneath my grave; the moment I tried to clamber up the very first jaggedly ebullient stone, Never ever 1st at spreading the essence of timeless humanity; as the instant I unfurled my mouth to lecture; indiscriminately communal racialism mercilessly perpetuated every echelon of the unsurpassably sensitive society, Never ever 1st at engendering people to uninhibitedly laugh; with the entire atmosphere breaking into oceans of hysterical tears; the instant I tried cracking one of my best mugged jokes, 394

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Never ever 1st at brilliantly outclassing my compatriots; being ruthlessly massacred into worthlessly inane ash; even before I could dream of venturing into intrepidly exhilarating territory, Never ever 1st at explicit elocutions and debates; egregiously shooing away every speck of audience infront of me; as I disdainfully stuck on the very first alphabet for hours immemorial, Never ever 1st at punctiliously synchronizing my surroundings; with the ambience around me always resembling a gutter of squalidly abhorrent and disgustingly rotten tomatoes, Never ever 1st at vociferously cheering my comrades; with even the most thunderously reverberating of my voice miserably stuttering to reach even the chamber of my sordid mouth; as the entire planet around me broke into unequivocally untamed celebration, Never ever 1st at replenishing my bones with luxury; as even before they holistically stretched themselves for the same; its silken caress was already gobbled in entirety by a bunch of parasites around, Never ever 1st at astoundingly memorizing; as unprecedented cloudbursts of impregnable sleep transcended over other conceivable speck in my brain; making me yawn till even after horizons of infinite infinity, Never ever 1st at taking quintessentially euphoric breath into my lungs; as I obnoxiously wavered and quavered in the race for “ Survival of the fittest”; wholesomely devoured by infinite organisms in near vicinity even before I could blow a single whistle, But the very 1st one in the boundlessly enchanting Universe who unassailably conquered every beat of your heart; the very 1st one on this planet who irrefutably captured you in the swirl of immortally endless romance; the very 1st one on this earth who took your magnificently philanthropic signature on every blood-drop of mine; was I; was I; and would for infinite more births I pray and by the grace of God; always be I….

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BELIEVABLE Unbelievable. Were her gorgeously embellished eyelashes; tantalizing even the most deadened of corpses; with their magnetically flirtatious and celestially nubile swirl, Unbelievable. Were her lusciously charismatic lips; weaving a tale of unsurpassably unceasing seduction; as they enthrallingly stroked even the most infinitesimal pore of my body, Unbelievable. Was her majestically unflinching stride; as she unassailably marched on the pathways of Omnipotent humanity; peerlessly facing even the most Herculean of Holocausts that dared came her way, Unbelievable. Was her incredulously mellifluous voice; perpetuating a wave of ubiquitously divine harmony; in even the most salaciously beleaguered ingredient of the atmosphere, Unbelievable. Was her blissfully redolent sweat; timelessly radiating the essence of truthfully insuperable perseverance; wonderfully coalesced with quintessentially sacrosanct yearning to euphorically surge forward in life, Unbelievable. Was her sensuously artistic nape; awakening me like a new-born infant from realms of my invincible sleep; as she magnetically swished it in the profoundly pearly moonlight, Unbelievable. Were her bounteously dangling ears; triggering infernos of unlimited desire as they royally fluttered; with the passionately untamed and ebullient breeze, Unbelievable. Were her intricately silken feet; regally purifying every speck of treacherously adulterated soil; that they fearlessly tread upon, Unbelievable. Were her synergistically emollient palms; perennially bonding with one and all alike; in the unassailable bond of pricelessly impeccable humanity, Unbelievable. Was her marvelously mollifying shadow; miraculously placating even the most disastrously delirious of my urges; with the balm of timelessly blessing friendship, Unbelievable. Was her uninhibitedly cavorting silhouette; as she tirelessly bounced like an angel descended from the heavens; on the aristocratically rain soaked hills, 396

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Unbelievable. Was her endlessly fantasizing brain; harnessing the most brilliantly fructifying of camaraderie; out of inconspicuously worthless and decaying bits of lackadaisical space, Unbelievable. Was her unfathomably titillating belly; as she brilliantly metamorphosed even the most inanely colorless liquid in my veins into poignantly crimson blood; with her enchanting midnight dance, Unbelievable. Were the immaculately twinkling whites of her eye; radiating an unending ocean of unconquerable honesty; even as unstoppable maelstroms of hell blended with raw soil, Unbelievable. Was the exhilaratingly rubicund tinge in her cheeks; perpetuating a cistern of never-ending freshness in every bit of fathomless sky and earth, Unbelievable. Was her infallibly unfettered attitude towards inexplicably arcane life; greeting even the most acridly satanic moment of her destined time; with wholeheartedly ecstatic enthusiasm, Unbelievable. Was her symbiotically fragrant breath; making me feel as impregnably triumphant and alive as I felt at the very first cry of my life; even when I was inevitably dying, Unbelievable. Was every of her perpetually bonding heartbeat; invincibly coalescing in wholesome entirety with the spirit of my impoverished existence; even though I was hiding infinite continents apart, But Believable. Dependable. Reliable. Was her Immortally heavenly love; whose godly scent had not only nurtured me so far in my life; but whose relentlessly sacred belief; whose Omnisciently proliferating timelessness; would forever let me live as the most pricelessly blessed organism; without an iota of disbelief and for infinite more births of mine…

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EVERY TIME I TOOK BREATH I remembered exotically scrumptious food; only when unceremoniously thunderous pangs of hunger reverberated louder than the apocalypses of hell; in my disdainfully impoverished stomach, I remembered stupendously reinvigorating bath; only when the squalidly distorted pores of my diminutive body; started to exude treacherously horrendous and grotesquely vituperative dirt, I remembered perennially golden droplets of rain; only when I felt every miserably beleaguered bone of my body; rotting in the dungeons of sadistically lambasting monotony, I remembered Omnipotently mellifluous voice; only when my ears felt brutally desolate; entrapped in a mortuary of estranged politics and salaciously pulverizing prejudice, I remembered unsurpassably titillating seductresses; only when each bizarrely emaciated pore of my skin; intransigently cried to be timelessly caressed; to be mollified to the most unprecedented limits; in the silken camouflage of the surreptitiously moonlit night, I remembered compassionately rhapsodic sheepskin and wool; only when mercilessly whipping snow pelting all around me; made me uncontrollably shiver till the very invisibly last bone of my spine, I remembered aristocratic mugs foaming with uninhibitedly euphoric beer and wine; only when I’d returned home blazingly triumphant; and in the midst of an everlasting fiesta with my kin and friends, I remembered vivaciously enthralling kites and gaudy strings; only when the breeze eternally blew in ebulliently gusty currents; and every gruesomely bereaved nerve in my palms rapaciously rared to soar in handsomely pristine sky, I remembered celestially fragrant sleep; only when the pressure on my drearily fatigued lids; seemed to be more crippling than the maelstroms of disgustingly penalizing hell, I remembered convivially never-ending boisterousness; only when ribald corpses of forlorn nothingness; 398

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invidiously asphyxiated me beyond the threshold of horrifically unbearable pain, I remembered ingratiatingly mesmerizing pearls and the best of exquisite jewelry; only when I surrendered myself like a relentlessly yearning bride; on my very first wedding night, I remembered the most morbidly appalling of invectives; only when someone stared lasciviously at the grace of my divinely invincible mother, I remembered the most gloriously fructifying moments of my truncated existence; only when I was about to abdicate the very last breath of my life; was about to inevitably die, I remembered to endlessly scratch; only when the inconspicuously pernicious battalion of mosquitoes; clandestinely attacked me on my robustly supple flesh, I remembered to unrelentingly cry; only when my near and dear kin and mates suffered the wrath of this acrimonious planet; whenever pricelessly everlasting humanity was manipulated like a worthless currency coin, I remembered to voluptuously whisper; only when the cisterns of sensuousness played hide and seek with my uncontrollably throbbing soul; in the merrily twinkling curtainspread of the emolliently jubilant midnight, I remembered to unflinchingly walk; only when the coffins of unemployment and gory meaninglessness; had commenced to indiscriminately squelch my bones after sucking the last iota of blood from my intricate veins, I remembered to victoriously breathe; only when the disastrously shrunken jacket of my lungs; was just about to plunge into the gorge of abysmally decrepit extinction, I remembered to patriotically brandish and blaze; only when the venomously hedonistic enemy camp; ruthlessly molested the Omnipresently sacred soil of my revered motherland, But I remembered you every time I took breath; I remembered you with even the most non-existent beat of my heart; I remembered you at every step that I alighted and slept; I remembered you every time my eyes unavoidably flashed themselves; I remembered you every unfurling instant of my life and an infinite births even after reaching the mists of heaven; O! Perpetual Beloved… 399

GRAVE PROBLEMS There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to bathe; scrupulously scrub every pore of your nimble skin; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to speak; vehemently inundate the silent granaries of the atmosphere with your obstreperously indignant voice; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to admire; tirelessly hum praises about Natures enthrallingly bountiful gifts; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to joke; sadistically tyrannize all those disparagingly suffering with your unceremoniously cacophonic guffaws; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to blaze; unflinchingly brandish the most supreme tips of swords on your belly; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to manipulate; astutely extract the optimum benefit from conceivably every echelon of the society; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to flirt; philander with ten titillating vixens at a single time; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to sleep; thunderously perpetuate the celestial air with your never-ending snores; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to wink; cavort beyond the realms of infinite infinity with alien seductresses; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to triumph; blisteringly gallop past the boundaries of castrated malice; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to eat; monstrously deluge the 400

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inexorably rapacious tank of your stomach with the most tantalizing of delicacies; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to innovate; intrepidly evolve a civilization of unfathomably fascinating intrigue; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to brush; punctiliously cleanse the periphery of your already scintillating teeth; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to astoundingly memorize; cram spell binding lines of literature and mathematics to the most unprecedented of your capacity; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to walk; mercilessly pulverize fathomless molecules of holistic mud as you marched; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to mesmerize; stupendously enchant every cranny of this Universe with your inborn talents; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to splurge; lasciviously proclaim your overwhelming affluence to the entire planet outside; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to drink wine; insatiably inebriate even the most ethereally oblivious of your senses with vivid elixirs; every once in 24 hours, There was not the slightest of problem at all if you didn’t remember to breathe; greedily trying to capture every speck of air in the atmosphere into your lungs; every once in 24 hours, But there were grave problems; infact there were the most treacherous apocalypses of extinction waiting to devour you; there were the most sinister hell’s of deceitful lies and preposterously decaying chicanery waiting to rip you apart into a countless pieces; if you didn’t love an infinite times in a single day; diffuse its Immortal essence to one and all of your kind; ubiquitously alike…

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THE IRRETRIEVABLE CULPRIT It was not the unbelievably long road that criminally tired you; the grain of nonchalantly sluggish sand in your dastardly shoe; was the quintessential culprit instead, It was not the fathomlessly endless sky that parasitically nonplussed you; the cloud of decrepit isolation in your fecklessly spurious brain; was the cardinal culprit instead, It was not the limitlessly sweltering desert that disdainfully charred you; the heat of treacherously pulverizing prejudice in your soul; was the dogmatic culprit instead, It was not the unfathomably towering mountain that entirely gobbled you; the slope of baselessly slavering fear in your bones; was the invidious culprit instead, It was not the inexhaustible wind of winter that disastrously squelched you; the chill of deathly isolation in every ingredient of your blood; was the irrevocable culprit instead, It was not brilliantly unending sunshine that tanned and perplexed you; the ray of worthless snobbishness in every of your stride; was the immutable culprit instead, It was not the boundless swirl of the ocean that preposterously drowned you; the salt of acrimoniously lecherous hatred in the dormitories of your conscience; was the vituperative culprit instead, It was not the unceasing graveyard that venomously jinxed you; the ghost of balderdash fear in your fretfully quavering persona; was the untamed culprit instead, It was not inexhaustibly overwhelming midnight that insidiously frightened you; the blackness of uxoriously insane insecurity infront of your eyes; was the massacring culprit instead, It was not continuously barren land that ludicrously withered you; the infertility of holistic expression enshrouding your countenance; was the intransigent culprit instead, It was not relentlessly vociferous storms that derogatorily uprooted you; the cataclysmically uncontrollable spirit of betrayal in your reflection; was the clandestine culprit instead, 402

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It was not the jet black fleet of cats that unstoppably cursed you; the meow-meow of sleazy superstition in every aspect of your existence; was the incarcerating culprit instead, It was not the unsurpassably arcane forest that defeated you; the wilderness of salaciously cannibalistic desire in your imagination; was the diabolical culprit instead, It was not the stupendously tall lavatory seat that shooed you; the stink of maniacally decrepit politics in each globule of your unceremonious sweat; was the barbarous culprit instead, It was not the indefatigably revolving ceiling fan which unsparingly excoriated you; the blades of depravingly sadistic chauvinism in the center of your chest; were the murderous culprit instead, It was not tirelessly diffusing sound that decimated you; the noise of deliriously obsessive idiosyncrasy radiating from every element of your conscience; was the notorious culprit instead, It was not inexorably patriotic war that swiped you; the battlefield of hedonistically decrepit corruption on which you stupidly transgressed; was the surreptitious culprit instead, It was not timelessly unfurling life which crippled you; the breath of untruthfully tyrannical deceit emanating from your beleaguered nostrils; was the cowardly culprit, And it was not fathomlessly never-ending love that lethally melted you; the beat of maliciously profane betrayal lingering in your vindictively bellicose heart; was the irretrievable culprit instead…

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STOP To stop the raucously speeding train; all you needed to do was to pull the stringently wound up chain, To stop the uncontrollably advancing river; all you needed to do was to close the impregnably stolid gates of the dam; to the maximum of their capacity, To stop the disastrously scorching desert of acrimonious sands; all you needed to do was to sprinkle a bountiful cistern of tantalizing water; under the roof of the celestially fathomless sky, To stop the menacingly growling lion; all you needed to do was to place a playground full of blood red meat; right infront of his salaciously rapacious and gruesomely squandering eyes, To stop the rebelliously augmenting avalanche; all you needed to do was to place a lackadaisically flat and inanely nimble road; at the rock bottom of the perilously diabolical hill, To stop the watch from tirelessly tick-tocking; all you needed to do was to austerely remove its pair of punctiliously revolving needles; forever and ever and ever, To stop the ferociously slapping seawaves; all you needed to do was to put a chain of unsurpassably regale rocks in their way; as they rose high and handsome to a triumphantly ultimate crescendo, To stop the demonically cold-blooded criminal; all you needed to do was to metamorphose even the most infinitesimal trace of vengeance in his brutally estranged conscience into a gorge of compassionately unparalleled love, To stop the venomously hissing and satanic snake; all you needed to do was to let loose the astoundingly fleet footed mongoose upon him; like a trice of white lightening diffusing from crimson sky, To stop the viciously swerving car; all you needed to do was to sagaciously compress its pair of twin brakes; to the most unprecedented of your body capacity, To stop the unsavory traitors and beguiling enemy; all you needed to do was to transcend over every aspect of their disparagingly treacherous identity; with the mantra of unflinchingly fearless righteousness, To stop the parasites from unstoppably wailing; all you needed to do was to place them in a mortuary of 404

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ghoulishly fretful and perfidiously rotting skeletons, To stop destructively advancing technology; all you needed to do was to transport the uncouthly marauding devils; into the sacrosanct lap’s of their heavenly mothers, To stop lecherously lazy sleep; all you needed to do was to keep your eyes wide open solely towards the most symbiotically benign mission of your diminutively impoverished life, To stop unceremoniously devilish stench; all you needed to do was to inclemently usurp every bit of its disgruntled persona with the fragrance of priceless humanity; even before it could arise, To stop indiscriminately squelching torture; all you needed to do was to ubiquitously apply the balm of philanthropically miraculous empathy and untainted brotherhood, To stop the freshly born and inexhaustibly weeping infant; all you needed to do was to feed in its mother’s eternally mollifying breast, To stop gorily crucifying death; all you needed to do was to perpetually continue god’s chapter of blessed procreation; proliferate into infinite more of your humble kind, And to stop the perennially overflowing heart; all you needed to do was to find another heart with whom its beats uninhibitedly bonded; and then remained united as the apogee of altruistic companionship; for countless more births to come…

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A DEATH MORE TREACHEROUS Till the time you told the mountain to invincibly defend; it felt as if the most pricelessly blessed entity on this fathomlessly enamoring planet, But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a civilization of manipulatively estranged and decrepit politicians; it died a death more treacherous than what the most insidiously ghastliest of death; could ever perceive to be… Till the time you told the sea to tantalizingly undulate; it felt as if the most euphorically fascinating entity on this bountifully exhilarating planet, But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a boundlessly sweltering desert; it died a death more diabolical than what the most treacherously torturous of death; could ever perceive to be… Till the time you told the star to resplendently twinkle; it felt as if the most blissfully unconquerable entity on this timelessly endowing planet, But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a whirlpool of relentlessly blistering heat; it died a death more morbid than what the most satanically shriveled of death; could ever perceive to be… Till the time you told the rose to eternally disseminate royal scent; it felt as if the most poignantly mollified entity on this fathomlessly burgeoning planet, But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a monotonously concrete jungle of bricks; it died a death more sordid than what the most parasitically cannibalistic of death; could ever perceive to be… Till the time you told the dog to cacophonically bark; it felt as if the most miraculously mitigated entity on this unbelievably limitless planet, But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a mellifluously voluptuous nightingale; it died a death more hedonistic than what the most demonically truculent of death; could ever perceive to be… Till the time you told the soldier to patriotically blaze; he felt as if the most divinely ameliorated entity on this wonderfully enigmatic planet, But the instant you dictated him to metamorphose into cisterns of languidly squandering sleep; he died a death more savage than what the most perfidiously 406

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rampaging of death; could ever perceive to be… Till the time you told the mother to altruistically feed; she felt as if the most Omnipotently insuperable entity on this boundlessly exotic planet, But the instant you dictated her to metamorphose into tawdrily lackadaisical damsel; she died a death more horrific than what the most devastatingly indiscriminate of death; could ever perceive to be… Till the time you told the eye to panoramically sight; it felt as if the most sensuously placated entity on this regally entrancing planet, But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into venomously paralyzing blindness; it died a death more pathetic than what the most barbarously terrorizing of death; could ever perceive to be… Till the time you told the conscience to irrefutably diffuse the wave of ubiquitously undaunted truth; it felt as if the most triumphantly ebullient entity on this limitlessly eclectic planet, But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a corpse of gorily crucifying and squalidly debilitating lies; it died a death more remorseful than what the most lecherously unworthy of death; could ever perceive to be.. Till the time you told the nostril to inhale uninhibited air; it felt as if the most blessedly emollient entity on this timelessly enchanting planet, But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into lifelessly amorphous skeleton; it died a death more deplorable than what the most pugnaciously rancid of death; could ever perceive to be… Till the time you told the dew-drop to fantastically mesmerize; it felt as if the most unsurpassably kingly entity on this unfathomably majestic planet, But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into uncouthly chauvinistic blood; it died a death more sadistic that what the most deliriously lambasting of death; could ever perceive to be… And till the time you told the heart to immortally love and let live; it felt as if the most perpetually undefeatable entity on this beautifully redolent planet, But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a mortuary of forlornly cursed betrayal; it died a death more insane than what the most raunchily threadbare of death; could ever perceive to be…

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DEAD BEYOND DESCRIPTION Dead beyond description are those living eyes; which tirelessly harbor the swords of indiscriminately terrorizing hatred and satanic prejudice, Dead beyond description are those living ears; which rapaciously yearn to hear the brutally asphyxiated cries of the pricelessly innocent; every unfurling minute of the day as well as in the ingredients of blackened night, Dead beyond description are those living lips; which remain as frozen as heartlessly white ice; even as enchantingly golden rays of the blazing Sun; compassionately embraced every organism on earth; handsomely alike, Dead beyond description are those living feet; which ludicrously rot in the corpses of cowardice; even as the earth on which they tread was being unsparingly molested by hedonistically torturous traitors of mankind, Dead beyond description are those living fingers; which mercilessly strangulate the divinely silhouette of newborn life; in order to reign spuriously supreme for an infinite more non-existent lifetimes, Dead beyond description are those living teeth; which barbarously pulverize wonderfully evolving life of the womb; on the sadistic pretext of it not belonging to their vindictively castigating religion, Dead beyond description are those living veins; which salaciously betray even the most perpetually bonding of relationships; for just an infinitesimally tawdry bundle of feckless currency notes, Dead beyond description are those living shoulders; which listlessly while away every blessed moment of their existence; carrying the coffins of unsurpassably massacring lies, Dead beyond description are those living eyelids; which bat down in due obeisance to the world of anarchically decrepit corruption and the mortuary of wickedly wastrel politics, Dead beyond description are those living shadows; which devilishly pretend as parasitically delinquent ghosts; scurrilously scaring holistically breathing mankind without any ostensible reason or rhyme, Dead beyond description are those living nails; which diabolically erase every effulgently mesmerizing 408

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destiny line of the palm; with insidiously traumatizing slavery of the most unprecedented degree, Dead beyond description are those living cheeks; which metamorphose into fretfully lackadaisical and amorphously decaying skeletons; even when embraced by the most perennially coalescing of camaraderie, Dead beyond description are those living intestines; which solely feast on other’s happiness; menacingly waiting their moment to devour every trace of unparalleled ebullience into the unforgiving pyre of murderous hell, Dead beyond description are those living nostrils; which waft venomously pugnacious blood; endlessly wanting to curse even the most mercurial speck of civilization with worthless insanity and ominously castigated malice, Dead beyond description are those living tongues; which relentlessly wail for the cause of vituperatively bawdy injustice; egregiously marauding the fabric of eternally resplendent truth from every conceivable side, Dead beyond description are those living skins; which are unimaginably numb to even the most effusively heart-rendering cries of whipped humanity; celebrating till fathomless heights above the heavens even as the closest of their kin evaporated, Dead beyond description are those living souls; which unrelentingly foster the spirit of cannibalistic war and rampant bloodshed; uncouthly baying for their compatriot’s blood; even when the Creator afforded them with a majestic survival to thrive, Dead beyond description are those living arms; which intransigently dig graves of malevolently treacherous fanaticism all day; instead of gloriously perspiring under the Omnipotently golden Sun, And dead beyond description are those living hearts; which throb unceasingly and till the very end of their destined times all right; but from whom culminated only the beats of savagely slandering betrayal; in whom there resided nothing but vultures of emotionless hell…

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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 410

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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 411

her unassailable heart was solely for me; wanted to insuperably imprison only me; was forever of none other xyz’s but solely mine…

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AT YOUR GODLY FEET Profusely embracing the resplendently glistening stars; perpetually feasting in the inimitably unparalleled glory for times immemorial, Uninhibitedly embracing the fathomlessly blessing skies; letting the exuberantly romantic clouds weave valleys of exhilaration in every bereaved cranny of my diminutive body, Timelessly embracing the panoramically sensuous meadows; endlessly cavorting with the beautifully golden dewdrops; for centuries unprecedented even after my very last breath, Irrevocably embracing the magically rejuvenating waterfalls; astoundingly blending each of my deliriously deranged nerves with stupendously unsurpassable ecstasy, Unassailably embracing the slopes of immaculately mollifying ice; bestowing Omnipotent reprieve to my brutally scorched and pathetically sweltering senses, Unceasingly embracing opulently inebriating majesty; letting the fabric of silken royalty evolve me into a civilization of magnificently unlimited charisma, Unstoppably embracing inscrutably tantalizing forests; tirelessly frolicking in the ravishingly euphoric entrenchment of bountifully untainted wilderness, Unlimitedly embracing peerlessly brilliant rays of the Omnipresent Sun; beautifully enlightening every flagrantly blackened arena of my life with the rays of undefeatedly ebullient optimism, Immutably embracing ubiquitously egalitarian humanity; melanging even the most infinitesimal ingredient of my crimson blood with the perpetually emollient religion of pricelessly unconquerable mankind, Entirely embracing marvelously amber hives of innocuous honey; slowly slurping the miraculously heavenly sweetness till an infinite unfettered births of mine, Indomitably embracing unflinchingly altruistic patriotism; proudly brandishing every cranny of my penurious countenance; with the armor of honesty to forever serve my motherland, Unfathomably embracing Omnisciently transcending tranquility; mitigating even the most ethereal speck of my monotonously decrepit persona; with the mists of eternally placating solitude, 413

Irretrievably embracing uncannily tingling smog’s; letting the inexplicably unknown fantastically perpetuate into my manipulatively commercial and torturously turgid soul, Unprecedentedly embracing the celestially pelting globules of silvery rain; letting every trajectory of my emaciated flesh; effulgently sparkle with the ultimate blessings of Omniscient Almighty God, Intransigently embracing the caverns of fabulously blooming seduction; galloping through the lanes of unhindered mischief; with countless triumphantly nubile maidens by my impoverished side, Unrestrictedly embracing the songs of everlastingly regale unity; coalescing every conceivable beat of my existence with the spirit of invincibly compassionate camaraderie, Victoriously embracing benign goodness in its every construable form; unequivocally enabling the oceans of selflessness to majestically diffuse from each pore of my magnanimously blessed silhouette, Impregnably embracing quintessentially radiant breath; wonderfully letting whirlpools of charismatically free air; drift into my ephemerally asphyxiating nostrils, Immortally embracing the chapters of unconquerable love; embossing their unshakable signature upon every beat of my unrelentingly throbbing heart, But forever and ever and ever at your Omnipotent toes; leading each aspect of my destined life as well as abnegating the very last trace of air in my disdainfully stuttering lungs; solely at your Godly feet O! Divinely Beloved; O! Pristinely Priceless Beloved…

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FOREVER IN LOVE Once a failure; not necessary that always a gorily disoriented failure; being lambasted in the aisles of horrendous nothingness, Once a loss; not necessary that always a hideously unsavory loss; crucifying you beyond the realms of pricelessly impregnable existence, Once an abusing; not necessary that always a derogatorily unceremonious abusing; brutally kicking you like an infinitesimally frigid matchstick; towards the coffins of morbid hell, Once an isolation; not necessary that always a remorsefully dastardly isolation; abjectly obfuscating you from the quintessentially glorious fabric of the symbiotic planet outside, Once a sidelining; not necessary that always a preposterously delinquent sidelining; incarcerating you in chains of disastrously ominous despair while the entire earth uninhibitedly freaked outside, Once a torture; not necessary that always a sadistically cacophonic torture; making every unfurling instant of your fantastically embellished existence worse than a countless hapless deaths, Once a betrayal; not necessary that always a fretfully tyrannizing betrayal; burying you wholesomely alive in the parasitically decaying grave, Once a criminal; not necessary that always a vindictively insane criminal; cadaverously perpetuating into the sky of fathomlessly invincible truth, Once a cannibalistic; not necessary that always a turgidly decrepit cannibalistic; ruthlessly excoriating apart innocuously celestial flesh; into a boundless bits of inconspicuous oblivion, Once a backbencher; not necessary that always a lugubriously inane backbencher; unsurpassably yawning in indolent ignominy while the earth burgeoned into a spell bindingly golden tomorrow, Once a tail; not necessary that always an egregiously shy tail; curled a limitless kilometers inside the legs; at even the most ethereal innuendo of enchanting thunder, Once a laggard; not necessary that always a licentiously heinous laggard; slavering like a salacious leech at every aspect of inscrutably 415

resplendent life, Once an unemployed; not necessary that always a fragrantly baseless unemployed; nonchalantly staring into lackadaisical bits of skull-less space for hours immemorial, Once a corpse; not necessary that always a treacherously ghoulish corpse; fecklessly quavering in the mortuaries of intransigently endless and dismally asphyxiating despair, Once a stone; not necessary that always an languidly lackluster stone; crumbling in lecherously dumb silence till the last puff of enchantingly iridescent life, Once a curmudgeon; not necessary that always a scornfully wailing curmudgeon; irrevocably tossing and turning in uncontrollably maniacal frustration and clamminess, Once an impotent; not necessary that always a vituperatively laconic impotent; squelching the brakes of the perfidiously whipping devil upon the Omnipotent Lord’s chapters of; unbelievably blessing creation, Once a teardrop; not necessary that always a banefully agonizing teardrop; carnivorously circumscribed by a gutter of misery throughout every unleashing moment of fantastically effulgent life, But once in love; means forever and ever and ever embracing its immortally altruistic swirl; means forever and ever and ever letting the winds of its magically mitigating goodness caress your impoverished soul; means forever and ever and ever existing as the most priceless organism ever alive; means forever and ever and ever and for an fathomless more births of yours; always in LOVE….

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STILL SEARCHING FOR THE LOVE OF MY LIFE Her views for me; were like the reproachful views of the hideously cold-blooded snake; for the swiftly articulate and timelessly boisterous mongoose, Her views for me; were like the cannibalistic views of the gorily invidious gutter; for the valley of enchantingly mesmerizing cleanliness, Her views for me; were like the acrid views of the vindictively emaciating desert’ for the untamed cloudbursts of relentlessly blessing and celestially mollifying rain, Her views for me; were like the pugnaciously indescribable views of treacherous blood; for the Omnipotently endowing rays of the majestically unassailable and righteous Sun, Her views for me; were like the unceremonious views of the lazily wastrel tortoise; for the indefatigably tick-tocking arms of the punctiliously infallible clock, Her views for me; were like the ghastly views of salaciously asphyxiating terrorism; for the mists of symbiotically ecstatic and vivaciously effulgent happiness, Her views for me; were like the parasitic views of horrifically crippling blackness; for the brilliantly unfettered and unconquerably blazing day, Her views for me; were like the malevolent views of the satanically abominable cockroach; for the unsurpassably ebullient redolence of the tantalizingly fresh rose, Her views for me; were like the prejudiced views of the fecklessly dumb stone; for the insuperably regale strings of the uninhibitedly soaring kite, Her views for me; were like the inconsolable views of the amorphously terrorizing corpse; for the chapters of marvelously benevolent and inimitably unparalleled life, Her views for me; were like the ribald views of acrimoniously strangulating venom; for the impeccably wonderful and quintessentially fortifying cow’s milk, Her views for me; were like the rabid views of the inanely dastardly ghost; for the limitless civilization of euphorically chirping living beings, Her views for me; were like the tawdry views of intolerably squelched infertility; for the skies of 417

boundlessly enthralling and invincibly enlightening procreation, Her views for me; were like the slandering views of the diabolically corrupt politicians; for the irrefutably glorious and altruistically truthful man, Her views for me; were like the vengeful views of nonchalantly drugged perspiration; for the unflinchingly peerless and perennially fructifying sword of patriotism, Her views for me; were like the heinous views of dogmatically incarcerating glue; for the explicitly emollient mirror of perpetually radiating truth, Her views for me; were the like derogatory views of insidiously crucifying betrayal; for the heart of immortally glorifying and magnanimously blessing love, Her views for me; were like the chauvinistic views of the manipulatively mechanized robots; for the fathomless cornucopia of God’s astoundingly created emotionally responsive organisms, And though we had been forcefully married for a countless lifetimes; and within the devoutly conventional norms of the tyrannically whipping world outside; she was nothing else than my incessantly cursing and fault-finding wife; while remember O! adorably nubile maidens outside; that I was still resplendently young and searching for the true love of my life !!!!!!

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BLESSEDLY IMMORTAL If you stretched the already magnanimously inflated balloon beyond a point; it would vindictively burst; perpetuating the incredibly celestial atmosphere with unrelentingly thunderous gasps and treacherously cacophonic moans, If you stretched the already fathomlessly roaring ocean beyond a point; it would ominously drown quintessentially breathing trajectories of civilization in mortuaries of salt and extravagant froth, If you stretched the already boundlessly sweltering desert beyond a point; they would acrimoniously scorch the fabric of compassionately moistened existence; into inanely threadbare ash, If you stretched the already mercilessly overworked body beyond a point; it would traumatically disintegrate into graveyards of treacherously evaporating nothingness, If you stretched the already fantastically discovering artist beyond a point; he would lamely surrender the unsurpassably endless creative energies of his brain to the doldrums of disparagingly lecherous commercialism, If you stretched the already vividly iridescent rainbow beyond a point; it would ludicrously distort into a pit of amorphously decrepit meaninglessness, If you stretched the already patriotically blazing soldier beyond a point; he would lugubriously collapse to blend with lackluster worthlessness; instead of peerlessly marching for his insurmountably sacrosanct mother soil, If you stretched the already magnanimously milking cow beyond a point; it would start to ooze torturously flagrant blood and worthless water; instead of diffusing into a cistern of inimitably unparalleled milk, If you stretched the already tirelessly ticking clock beyond a point; it would abruptly cease to function; miserably staggering in the hell of inexplicably maniacal insecurity, If you stretched the already ferociously roaring lion beyond a point; it would vituperatively vomit out the most scrumptiously tantalizing of its prey; in utterly unbearable frustration, 419

If you stretched the already spellbindingly blossoming tree beyond a point; it would abhorrently diffuse the stench of bizarre rottenness; nonchalantly shedding its fruit by the dozen; instead of evolving into a heaven of glorious freshness, If you stretched the already wholesomely blackened night beyond a point; it would waft nothing else but a maelstrom of despairingly penalizing misery; in every symbiotically living organism alike, If you stretched the already rhapsodically mellifluous nightingale beyond a point; it would culminate into nothing else but dolorously beleaguered cacophony for an infinite more moments yet to unveil, If you stretched the already earnestly perspiring body beyond a point; it would resort to a plethora of shortcuts to thrive ensure its survival as the fittest; amongst the devilishly cannibalistic pack of wolves, If you stretched the already intransigently flaming candle beyond a point; it would insipidly melt into a pool of capriciously wanton wax; repulsively shirking away from even the most mercurial trace of light, If you stretched the already unfathomably embellished castle beyond a point; it would belligerently transform into a corpse of satanically monotonous boredom and inexorable hopelessness, If you stretched the already beautifully ripened mango beyond a point; it would raucously excoriate apart into a countless bits of meaningless pulp; tirelessly cursing the stupidly bizarre environment around, If you stretched the already smiling face beyond a point; it would luridly dissolve into livid prejudice; spreading nothing but preposterously castigating enmity around, It you stretched the already irrefutably righteous conscience beyond a point; it would inadvertently make way for a hurricane of hideously derogatory lies, But if you stretched the already handsomely breathing spirit of love beyond a point; it would altruistically envelop countless more in its compassionately godly swirl; it would become a cascade of perennial enlightenment for every organism symbiotically existing; it would unconquerably metamorphose even the most evanescent iota of pain into a fountain of resplendently blessed happiness; it would forever and ever and ever become BLESSEDLY IMMORTAL…

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WITHOUT MY PRICELESS BELOVED The Sun outside was flaming; blistering into infinite shades of grandiloquent crimson as the clouds drifted by, Yet the interiors of my dwelling were engulfed by a perpetual darkness; the most minuscule shimmer irrevocably refusing to enter; without my priceless beloved…. The trees outside swayed exuberantly; as the vivaciously exotic storm descended full throttle upon the dolorously gloomy atmosphere, Yet the rooms of my dwelling were flooded with satanic globules of blood; and time catapulted back instead of ticking forward; without my priceless beloved…. The stars in the sky outside twinkled to the most unprecedented glow; illuminating every alley of the fathomless planet with profusely enchanting songs of romance, Yet each wall of my dwelling wept tears of untamed sorrow; a ghastly solitude entrenched the handsome backdrop of furniture; traumatized by the absence of my priceless beloved…. The wind outside titillated itself to the most unfathomable horizons of heaven; as cloudbursts of sparkling rain tumbled rhapsodically from the sky, Yet the windows of my dwelling intransigently refrained from opening; sulking in the realms of profound boredom; without my priceless beloved… The peacocks outside on the grass danced to their ultimate hearts content; blossoming their feathers into an incredulous festoon of gorgeously vivid color, Yet there was unsurpassable boredom in my dwelling; with an eerie wave of silence cascading till the last bone down my spine; without my priceless beloved…. The panthers outside in the jungle gallivanted majestically up the hills; with a crown of marvelous glittering royally on their heads, Yet there was a cloud of barbaric death loitering in every corner of my dwelling; my tongue abdicated to speak even my very own name; without my priceless beloved…. The planet outside brimmed with overwhelming activity; as the wails of boundless newly born stole the hearts of the most treacherously diabolical wandering around, 421

Yet the floors of my dwelling culminated into a horrendously pugnacious fragrance; with even the parasitic fleet of mosquitoes not interested in sucking blood; as they inevitably missed my priceless beloved… The battalion of soldiers outside marched invincibly forward for their country; with an immortal spirit of glorious matrydom poignantly diffusing from their eyes, Yet the shadows inside my dwelling immutably refused to subside; lengthening their sinister cover even under the most dazzling of daylight; as they waited in anticipation for my priceless beloved… And the world outside spawned into a new beginning as each day transcended over the resplendent night; with the prolific winds of change taking an optimistic stranglehold on the brutality of the previous day, Yet the oligarchic space of my dwelling kept crawling towards an inevitable blackness; kept dying the most heinous death in a mist of fading oblivion; without my priceless beloved….

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ONE STEP FORWARD When I took one step forward towards the Sun; I fell back like thunderbolts of lightening; charred to an inconspicuous speck in the swirl of its stringently sizzling rays, When I took one step forward towards the Moon; I transited into a stupendously ravishing reverie in its profound shimmer; staggering inevitably towards realms of inevitable unconsciousness, When I took one step forward towards the volcano; I wafted into infinitesimal corridors of remote oblivion; thoroughly whipped by its gruesomely fulminating aura, When I took one step forward towards the well; I abruptly found myself engulfed by a fleet of hostile crocodile; the diabolically forlorn waters trying to strangulate my body from all sides, When I took one step forward towards the mirage; I soon realized I had been horrendously tricked; and all that I was able to capsize was sultry currents of sweltering blank atmosphere, When I took one step forward towards the thorn; I pierced the intricately rubicund skin of my foot; and a stream of crimson blood began to profusely ooze from my despairing caricature, When I took one step forward towards the ghost; I was encapsulated by a severely debilitating fever; with a wave of inexplicable disease lingering incessantly around my innocuous persona, When I took one step forward towards the dinosaur; he pulverized me till my last bone had blended wholesomely with soil; blowing my existence forever from this planet; like bristles of the broomstick, When I took one step forward towards sinking sand; I felt myself plummeting down towards the innermost belly of satanic mud; before even I had time to speak; the names of whom I overwhelmingly loved, When I took one step forward towards the waves; I inadvertently stumbled into the tumultuously violent storm; and soon witnessed the menacing jaws of shark marching down my throat, When I took one step forward towards the rainbow; I 423

found myself so profoundly entrenched by an infinite myriad of colors; that I almost forgot my original identity in pragmatic life, When I took one step forward towards the shattered glass; I glimpsed all contours of my countenance distorted hideously beyond the realms of ugliness; propelling me to swoon on the ground in sheer disbelief, When I took one step forward towards the evening; I discovered nothing but morbid darkness; and an uncouthly eerie silence that confronted me; in whichever direction I transgressed, When I took one step forward towards treacherous lies; after a while I found myself so pathetically entangled by the blanket of heinous lechery; that I even forgot the pronounce my name correctly, When I took one step forward towards the serpents den; the blood in my veins froze in its very roots; as the venomous monster slapped me viciously with its mystical tongue, When I took one step forward towards the ant; the diminutive parasite suddenly coalesced with infinite more of its kind; metamorphosed the skin of my cheeks into a perpetual crimson; making my head bow down before my teacher in shame, When I took one step forward towards the whispering leaves; each part of my visage was inundated with unfathomable frustration; as I simply couldn’t make head or tail of the message they were trying to convey, When I took one step forward towards the grave; I rebounded back countless feet in fraction seconds; as the unbearable agony of seeing my loved ones buried; made me relinquish all traces of life, While when I took one step forward towards my beloved; it was for the first time that each step of mine transformed into boundless more; and I kept marching with an invincible conviction; chanting the virtue of immortal love; till the last breath from my body flowed….

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HOW CAN I EVER LOVE ?? How can I ever hear anybody else's voice; when infact I have wholesomely surrendered all my power of hearing to your enchanting melody, when infact I sighted my face in your eyes; indefatigably all day and night, How can I ever emulate anybody else's movements; when infact I irrevocably followed your intricate footsteps; right since the time I uttered my first cry, How can I ever sketch anybody else's countenance; when I had immortally embossed your sacrosanct visage in the inner most arena of my chest, How can I ever embrace anybody else's body; when infact I was an indispensable part of your every majestically royal caress, How can I ever dream about anybody else's reflection; when infact I floated in the swirl of your stupendously passionate and charismatic breath, How can I ever smile for anybody else's looks; when infact you were perennially perched all over the contours of my rubicund lips, How can I ever wait for anybody else to arrive; when infact your incredulously enamoring footprints were all that I could recognize, How can I ever kiss anybody else's cheeks; when infact your sacrosanct body was all that I took breath for, How can I ever frolic with anybody else's hair; when infact I was each minuscule portion; which entirely encapsulated your magnanimous forehead, How can I ever write poetry for anybody else's life; when infact you were poignantly present in every alphabet that unfolded from my tongue and hands, How can I ever hoist anybody else's belongings; when infact your intriguingly innocuous visage clung compassionately to my shoulders since decades immemorial, How can I ever cry for anybody else's absence; when infact my eyes had forgotten to flutter beside your impeccably startling persona, How can I ever yearn for anybody else's presence; when infact even the most infinitesimal globule of your golden perspiration; meant to me more than my life, How can I talk with anybody else's face; when infact I 425

was left dumbfounded forever witnessing your ravishingly Omnipotent grace, How can I ever sing about anybody else's demeanor; when infact your name was all that diffused like thunderbolts of volatile lightening; whenever I made the most inconspicuous of effort to open my lips, How can I ever breathe; in anybody else's anticipation; when infact your mesmerizing benevolence was all that unrelentingly flowed through my jacket of tenderly handsome lungs, How can I ever live for anybody else's whim and fancies; when infact I was the blood which transgressed through your veins; as the Sun flamed and faded the unfathomable expanse of blue sky, And how can I ever love anybody else's body; when infact your incomprehensible beauty poured out from each of my heart beat; metamorphosing each portion of earth it cascaded on; into a celestial paradise…..

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PRICELESS LOVE Drink it; or become a droplet of its enchantingly golden wave, Climb it; or become a rock of its fabulously mesmerizing slope, Admire it; or become a jewel of its philanthropically magnanimous beauty, Whisper it; or become an echo of its ubiquitously spreading poignant aroma, Follow it; or become a footprint of its seductively enigmatic trail, Worship it; or become an idol of its invincibly immortal blessings, Feel it; or become an entrenchment of its voluptuously satiny and profoundly magnetic caress, Succumb to it; or become the ethereal contours of its majestically enlightening shadow, Philander with it; or become the winds of its ravishingly exhilarated and unconquerable journey, Dream it; or become a cloud of its beautifully everlasting fantasy, Preach it; or become a chapter of its divinely sacrosanct and perpetually fragrant philosophies, Proliferate it; or become a molecule of its perennially multiplying creation, Relish it; or become a comrade of its tantalizingly euphoric countenance, Dance with it; or become the rhythm of its never ending infinite beats, Embrace it; or become the shyness of its unrelentingly bonding caress, Smile at it; or become the lips of its exuberantly tingling and rhapsodic laughter, Consecrate it; or become a grandiloquent bell in its irrefutably sacred shrine, Sacrifice for it; or become the ideal of its unflinching undefeated convictions, Breath it; or become a minuscule draught of its stupendously Omnipotent air, And live it; or live for its unfathomable Godly spirit; and remember it till the last time you ever saw this planet; and even centuries thereafter; as PRICELESS LOVE….. 427

WITH THE BLESSINGS OF ALMIGHTY GOD We met on the boisterously bustling traffic streets; casting an evanescent glimpse amidst the juggernaut of bulky truck and traffic, We flirted on the profusely foliated tree tops; winking at each other to the most unprecedented of our hearts content, We stared unrelentingly under the creamy moon; trying to decipher our destinies sandwiched within the sparkling whites of our eye, We flaunted our majestically robust skins under the dazzling Sun; basking in the flamboyant glory of its festoon of magnificently enchanting rays, We fantasized to realms beyond fathomless eternity; tossing ardently on the astronomical summit of the gigantic mountain, We shouted till the last breath down our lungs; profoundly relishing the mystically enticing voice which reverberated past boundless continents; after clashing against the gregarious rocks, We merrily munched through a conglomerate of tantalizing fruit; sitting beside the rambunctiously quacking ducks in the farm, We bathed indefatigably in the seductively dribbling gorgeous waterfall; profusely enjoying it every unleashing minute; as reinvigorating pints of liquid gushed past our skins, We danced rhapsodically in the heart of the jungle; gyrating exuberantly to the vivacious rustling of the leaves; the royally spell binding tunes of the nightingale, We kissed in the aisles of insatiably augmenting passion; engulfing our shivering flesh with compassionate blankets of breath, We chased each other through the incomprehensible labyrinth of enigmatic tunnels; squealing like new born infants as the blackness took a vindictive stranglehold of the light, We euphorically pulled our hair in the poignantly undulating sea; inundating our limp bodies with tons of piquantly pepped up salt, We philandered in gay abandon on the golden stallion; sequestering our clandestine venture to the best of 428

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our ability from the uncouthly satanic society, We discovered each other in the perpetually solitary dungeons; understanding the inexplicably varied aspects of bountiful existence, We mischievously slapped each other on the bed covers of grandiloquently frozen ice; instilling a frenzied ardor in our lifelessly chilled veins, We admired each other on the temple steps; fervently incarcerated by the stupendously fabulous creation of the Almighty Lord, We slept under the island of opalescently shimmering stars; whispering the nostalgic tales of impeccable childhood in our intricately sensitive eardrums, We proposed to each other at the crack of surreally obscure dawn; so that the first rays of the flaming morning stood an invincible testimonial to our sacred love, And we married in the realms of the immortally divine heavens; with the blessings of Almighty God; ensuring that we stayed united in threads of holy matrimony for times beyond what life could ever foresee….

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Just touching her skin; doesn’t mean that you were brutally forcing her, Just winking at her doesn’t mean; that you were perpetually proposing her, Just playing with her voluptuous hair; doesn’t mean that you compassionately cared about her, Just staring into her rubicund eyes; doesn’t mean that you understood every iota of her pain, Just sitting beside her enchanting grace; doesn’t mean that you audaciously shouldered all her miseries in life, Just tightly clasping her dainty palms; doesn’t mean that you understood what she actually desired from life, Just mischievously pinching her skin; doesn’t mean that you were making her feel like an immaculate child, Just taking her out in your swanky car; doesn’t mean that you were pacifying every need of her existence, Just inscribing her name with a knife on your chest; doesn’t mean you were more passionate about her; than the angels in the sky, Just uttering her name umpteenth number of times in a minute; doesn’t mean that you made her every dream manifest into a reality, Just traversing behind her like a shadow; doesn’t mean that you could read what was incessantly going on in her heavenly mind, Just philandering with her on the romantic mountains; doesn’t mean that you were the greatest lover born on this earth, Just gifting her with some conventionally sleek contraptions; doesn’t mean that you had veritably stolen her heart forever, Just pacing around her seductive countenance; engulfed by a river of nervous sweat; doesn’t mean that you could wholesomely commiserate with her proliferating sorrow, Just wishing her the earliest on her birthday; doesn’t mean that you topped her list of boundless admirers, Just wholesomely applauding her melodiously 430

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captivating voice; doesn’t mean that you comprehended the agony besieging her soul, Just frequenting her dwelling insurmountable number of times in the day; doesn’t mean that you were the closest to her; till the time she breathed, Just emulating her every impeccable action; doesn’t mean that you were her greatest connoisseur, And just marrying her in the most grandiloquent fashion on this earth; doesn’t mean that you really loved her; had made her yours for times even beyond; what you could contemplate….

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FOR ME TO BREATHE For me to smile; it was indispensable that her laughter punctuated profoundly beyond; the realms of fathomless sky, For me to transiently think; it was indispensable that she unrelentingly fantasized; transgressed through the corridors of profusely enigmatic enchantment, For me to read; it was indispensable that she had mastered all the scriptures on this boundless planet; already written the wordings of handsome tomorrow, For me to chew; it was indispensable that she had tasted the most voluptuously exotic fruits that were laden on the trees; filling her majestic belly; bountifully beyond the realms of unprecedented contentment, For me to win; it was indispensable that she was the invincible emperor; incarcerating every living being in the swirl of her celestially captivating countenance, For me to whisper; it was indispensable that she sang the most stupendously ingratiating rhymes of the forest; mesmerized infinite entities on earth with her rhapsodically mesmerizing voice, For me to flirt; it was indispensable that she loved till times beyond this globe existed; languished in the aisles of insatiable desire with her soul mate, For me to walk; it was indispensable that she had exuberantly explored every cranny of astronomically gigantic cosmos; tread her dainty foot on the most tantalizing blankets of vibrant yearning, For me to clap; it was indispensable that she euphorically thumped the air infinite number of times; incessantly bounced on the drums of palpable life for centuries immemorial, For me to admire; it was indispensable that she had captured all incredulously fabulous beauty on land in her impeccable eyes; nostalgically reminisced those moments when she took her first cry as a child, For me to enjoy; it was indispensable that she relentlessly floated on cloudbursts of mystically surreal imagination; far away from the vagaries of this uncouthly monotonous society, For me to run; it was indispensable that she fell like streaks of royally white lightening from the sky; 432

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instilling a wave of insurmountable passion in every entity lifelessly withering away towards the grave, For me to feel good; it was indispensable that she relished every unfurling minute of spell binding existence; lived the day to countless hours even beyond the inevitable sunset, For me to be innocent; it was indispensable that she perennially remained that immaculate angel; ebulliently playing in her mothers lap, For me to wish; it was indispensable that she acquired all richness that lay embedded in the colossal atmosphere; metamorphosed her every evanescent perception into reality, For me to adore; it was indispensable that she was the nearest to the Almighty Creator; thoroughly astounded by his unsurpassably vast chapters of creation, For me to rest; it was indispensable that she possessed the magical prowess of sleeping even when entrenched by heinous viciousness; perpetually remained in a heavenly slumber; which none around could ever break, For me to foresee; it was indispensable that she was the ultimate master of her own destiny; lead each instant of her life; to the most unprecedented of her hearts content, And for me to breathe; it was indispensable that she lived for unfathomable more lives even if I failed to take birth again; benevolently consolidated my attempts of making this earth a better place to live in; even after I lay stone lipped in my grave…..

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LOVE, LOVE AND ONLY LOVE When I was trespassing through the profusely verdant lawns; I waited for the rain to pelt down in tumultuous fury; drench every agonized pore of my skin with mesmerizing globules of water, When I was wandering through the dungeons; I waited for the serpent to crawl up my nape; mystically whisper its tales of ingratiating enchantment into the chords of my sensitive eardrum, When I was loitering through the aisles of the grandiloquent hotel; I waited for my fellow compatriot waiter to serve me dinner; and invite me wholeheartedly inside, When I was lying on the temple doorstep; I waited for the sacrosanct bells to ring; God's approbations to the new expeditions of my unveiling life, When I was digging sandcastles on the shores; I waited for the tangy waves to engulf me in entirety; catapult and wholesomely encapsulate in the realms of exuberant fantasy, When I was contemplating on the 100th floor of the colossal edifice; I waited for the conglomerate of voluptuously seductive clouds to majestically sweep past my rubicund cheeks, When I was pathetically strangulated in the monotonous office; I waited for those moments when I would race out like a volcano; thump my fists in unprecedented exhilaration towards blissful carpets of breeze, When I was tossing in inexplicable nervousness on my king poster bed; I waited for my revered mother to give me a peck on my cheek; make me feel like the most invincible entity on this Universe, When I was incarcerated by the winds of thunderously snoring sleep; I waited for unfathomably gorgeous dreams to perpetuate into my mind; transport me into a land of insatiable ecstasy, When I was haplessly brooding over my brutal destiny on the cold ground; I waited for my mischievous sister to pummel me in the ribs; make me shrug all responsibility to be a new born child once again, When I was on the astronomically mammoth summit of the mountain; I waited for the first rays of the Omnipotent Sun to kiss me; completely annihilate even the most minuscule trace of devil lingering in my countenance, 434

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When I was in the heart of the jungle; I waited for the royally undaunted lion to arrive; instill in me loads of incomprehensible conviction; with just his single solitary roar, When I was overwhelmingly tense and frazzled beyond capacity under the mind-boggling work load; I waited for a magnanimous yawn; releasing me uninhibitedly from corridors of desperation, When I was seated abreast the golden mellow of the ornate candle; I waited for infinite lines of romantic poetry to flow in torrential downpours from my fingers; encompassing all the fragrant beauty whispering on this planet, When I was staring unrelentingly towards the cosmos; I waited for the resplendent moon to arrive; illuminate the profound darkness of my soul with its festoon of immaculately shimmering rays, When I was relentlessly marching on my path to save dwindling humanity; I waited for blessings to shower from the sky; to metamorphose my humble mission into a perpetual reality, When I was dozing under the gigantic tree; I waited for the coconut to trip down; pacifying the traumatized valleys in my throat with its stupendously rejuvenating water, When I robustly inhaling and alive; I waited for the divine light to prudently guide me; engender me to sacrifice my life for irrefutable justice to every living kind, When I was traversing past the morbid graveyard; I waited for breath to relinquish me in entirety; bond me forever with my mates sleeping blissfully beneath the soil, And when I was in front of my immortal beloved; I waited for her to say I LOVE YOU, making me entirely oblivious to the most treacherous of pain on my body; making me speak, worship; and die for ; LOVE, LOVE AND ONLY LOVE…..

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ONE HEART Bestow me with infinite hands to conquer; invincibly incarcerate every area on the trajectory of this earth in my vice like grip, Bestow me with infinite eyes to sight; admire every single bit of enchanting charisma embodied in this colossal planet, Bestow me with infinite legs to walk; reach even the most far off places in this world; explore and ebulliently wander to the most unprecedented limits of my minds content, Bestow me with infinite fingers to write; so that I could emboss the most boundless scriptures that people couldn’t conceive; even in the most rampantly frenzied of their nocturnal dreams, Bestow me with infinite brains to fantasize; fomenting me to perceive what lay camouflaged within the exotic conglomerate of voluptuously silken clouds, Bestow me with infinite tongues to talk; so that I could converse in an unsurpassable myriad of eclectic languages at once; with just a inconspicuously tiny stroke of my mouth, Bestow me with stomach's to eat; so that I could unrelentingly keep on devouring appetizing food; strewn in bountiful abundance and on every lane I tread, Bestow me with infinite bones to fight; valiantly stand beneath the ferociously blazing Sun; annihilate treacherous evil all across the world into threadbare ash, Bestow me with infinite lips to smile; congenially spread the message of philanthropic humanity; to far and distant across the mighty Universe, Bestow me with infinite droplets of sweat to romance; so that I could bask in the untamed glory of ecstatically exuberant and handsomely escalating passion, Bestow me with infinite eyelashes to flirt; engendering me to inevitably wink at the most beautiful damsels; gallivanting with gay abandon on varied parts of this earth, Bestow me with infinite noses to smell; propelling me to submerge myself into incredulous exoticism; sniffing even the most diminutive of fragrance emanating in bliss from the beneath soil, 436

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Bestow me with infinite ears to hear; deciphering the melody in countless voices at a time; with an abruptly nonchalant nod of my head, Bestow me with infinite necks to dance; gyrate under milky rays of the moon; for centuries immemorial without the slightest of fatigue or exasperated respite, Bestow me with infinite teeth to chew; masticate succulent berries laden on each area of the gigantic mountain with overwhelmingly astounding joy and blissful relish, Bestow me with infinite shadows to mystique; drown myself into an unfathomable island of enigma and tantalizing mystery, Bestow me with infinite nails to scratch; defend myself and my fellow beings against the most diabolical power that trespassed on the surface of this fathomless Universe, Bestow me with infinite breaths to survive; exist beyond the most deplorable gloom that had precariously engulfed this colossal planet, But make sure you bestow me with only One Heart to live O! Omnipotent Creator; and over and above all do make sure that you gave it only to the ultimate girl of my dreams; the entity whom I would love forever and immortally know as my beautiful beloved….

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COUNTLESS LIVES It takes countless droplets of liquid to fill the empty bucket; grant its disdainfully dilapidated persona the stature of heavenly water, It takes countless beams of sunlight to stringently fumigate the entire planet; deluge a myriad of shattered lives with rays of optimistic hope and blissful happiness, It takes countless streams of crimson blood; to make the body celestially function; surge forward with unsurpassably arduous vigor in life, It takes countless pinches of golden sands; to evolve the awe-inspiring and colossally magnificent royal desert, It takes a countless battalion of voluptuously swirling waves; to evolve the boundlessly majestic and saline ocean, It takes countless alphabets to write a book; mystically portray the spirit of adventure lingering perpetually for fathomless times to unveil, It takes countless steps of overwhelming tenacity; to reach the astronomically towering pinnacle of gigantic mountain, It takes countless roots embedded formidably under loose soil; to form an incomprehensibly tall and brazenly Oligarchic tree, It takes countless blades of seductively green grass; to evolve a fathomlessly mesmerizing and divinely meadow, It takes countless number of blood stained tears; to achieve what you really want in currently treacherous existence, It takes countless petals of poignantly scented flower; to evolve a harmoniously synchronized and grandiloquent garland, It takes a countless artillery of articulate bones; to dexterously manipulate the intricate movements of robustly transgressing human body, It takes countless seconds of the rhythmically ticking clock; before the austerely blazing fireball of Sun; actually unfurls into the heart of the stupendously enchanting night, It takes countless births before we actually dream of taking birth as insurmountably blessed man; having the privilege of being crowned the most superior in the 438

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fraternity of living kind, It takes countless dreams and an unfathomable ocean of relentless fantasy; before waking up in absolute tranquil harmony at the crack of ephemeral dawn, It takes countless hours of indefatigable turmoil; to achieve unprecedented corridors of meticulous perfection, It takes countless draughts of exuberant air; to metamorphose the diminutively burning candle into an incredulously handsome fire escalating unstoppably towards bits of blue sky, It takes countless days of innocuous childhood; to mature and harness into professional youth, And it takes countless lives to find the sacrosanct love of your heart; the love that makes you feel immortally breathing; the love that imparts in you an irrevocable desire; to be forever alive….

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A HEART PALPITATING WITH MINE I have never seen eyes more mesmerizing than yours; the majestic seduction with which they fluttered under brilliant sunlight, I have never seen lips more rubicund than yours; the way they smiled unceasingly even in the most bizarre of affliction they were circumvented with, I have never seen hair more voluptuous than yours; the stupendously ravishing swirl in which they imprisoned every onlooker who transgressed by, I have never seen a skin more resplendent than yours; the way it immaculately sparkled right since the first ray of ephemeral dawn; to the deathly hour even well past after chilly midnight, I have never seen a nose more piquant than yours; the astounding ability it was bestowed upon to smell; profusely relish and enjoy each fragrance in the placid atmosphere, I have never seen sweat more passionate than yours; the astronomically alluring vivacity it was endowed with; to drive away somebody's breath; like a meteor shot from the blue sky, I have never seen cheeks more flirtatious than yours; titillating me to the most unprecedented limits and even beyond fathomless eternity, I have never seen a voice more melodious than yours; the ingratiating aura which it radiated profoundly as it rose and fell with the silken clouds drifting in the sky, I have never seen a shadow more fascinating than yours; the enchanting trail of mysticism it left for centuries incomprehensible; as it lingered on even after the Herculean day had subsided, I have never seen a smile more gorgeous than yours; the incredulously ecstatic virtue in it; that made it the irrefutable darling of all tribes, I have never seen a conviction more firmer than yours; the tumultuously resilient ease; with which you rose up dauntingly to every task of life, I have never seen hands more impeccable than yours; the dainty caress with which they spread their magic to every object they laid oligarchic demeanor on, 440

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I have never seen a stomach more pristine than yours; the overwhelmingly fabulous way in which it nimbly swished; as the moist carpet of grass made you wonderfully yawn, I have never seen a character more spotless than yours; the insurmountably floating unbiased empathy in your spell binding conscience, I have never seen a mind more ingenious than yours; relentlessly fantasizing every unleashing minute; perceiving the most celestial of angels infinite feet above the cosmos, I have never seen blood more crimson than yours; euphorically traversing through your body at lightening speeds; imparting all surrounding you with spurts of boisterous life, I have never seen ears more enamoring than yours; the delectable string of feathery sounds they had this uncanny ability to decipher; while the world outside just kept delving into monotonous business, I have never seen breath more fiery than yours; the unsurpassable ardor and tenacity with which it flowed like a fulminating volcano down your nostrils; bonding me inseparably with its royal grace, And let apart seeing; I am sure that there doesn’t exist a heart more compassionate than yours; a heart which loves me above all entities trespassing through this Universe; a heart which has since times immemorial always remained and palpitated with mine….

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Before marriage she used to keep me handsomely like a king on her lids; dancing them every now and again to rejuvenate my overwhelmingly harried senses, While after marriage she hardly opened her eyes; kept sleeping like an untamed monster all day; despite the most passionate of my appeals. Before marriage she harbored me like the most prized ring on her finger; scrubbing it umpteenth number of times with the ointment of her sensuous love, While after marriage she locked her ornament in her dilapidated rusty safe; leaving me in the realms of obsolete oblivion to contend with the dust and demons. Before marriage she possessed me like a cherished rose in vase of her heart; harnessing me with the crimson blood that flowed profusely through her veins, While after marriage she ruthlessly ripped me apart; left me to decay with the stinking pile of garbage and the sweeper blowing me in nonchalant disdain; with the bristles of his threadbare broomstick. Before marriage she chanted my name infinite times in a single minute; refraining to commence any activity without its irrefutably sacred presence on her lips, While after marriage she stared like a complete stranger into my innocuous eyes; austerely asking who I indeed was with an unheard abuse. Before marriage she offered me a place to sit; even if that meant that she stood for mind-boggling hours on the trot, While after marriage she sat on top of me with her battalion of fat friends; started to thunderously laugh without the slightest of gasp or respite. Before marriage she remained starved till the time I didn’t eat; famishing her dainty persona to unprecedented limits till the moment I fed her the first morsel of food with my very own fingers, While after marriage she finished breakfast; lunch; dinner at a single shot; made me run for my life before she decided to set her gigantic intentions on my robust skin. Before marriage she hummed mesmerizing tunes in my ear before I went off to sleep; blessing my dreary countenance with divinely reinvigoration and celestial peace, 442

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While after marriage she woke me the very next instant with her volcanic flurry of snores; commanded me to stand guard on the shivering gate to guard her until she awoke sometime past brilliant afternoon. Before marriage she bathed under the heavenly springs; adorned her neck with the most stupendously scented flowers; to astonishingly take my breath away from its very roots, While after marriage she kept stubbornly lying like a corpse at one place; ordering me to snap the flies wandering past her month long unwashed cheeks. Before marriage she imprisoned me in her breath like the most precious jewel that ever existed; immortally holding me close to her chest as it rose and fell harmoniously; in blissful tandem with the wind, While after marriage she blew me away like a speck of inconspicuous dirt; attaching a price tag to my neck for auctioning me in the commercial junkyard. Before marriage she kept compassionately kissing me till eternity; igniting dormant infernos in my visage to leap upto the fathomless sky, While after marriage I made a dash for safer havens with my tail beneath my legs; as I sighted the entire jugglery of kitchen forks menacingly tighten in her hands. And Before marriage she made me feel like the King of the Universe; applauding me insurmountably even for the most blatant blunder that I might have committed, While after marriage she gave her heart to the stone miserably wailing on the streets; wholesomely kept me only to convert it specially for her; into a fountain of new life….

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FOREVER ALIVE It was in the light of the candle; that I found mystical enchantment, It was under the austere rays of Sunlight; that I found my lost ardor to exist, It was in the realms of the gurgling waterfall; that I found heavenly rejuvenation and an everlasting bliss, It was under pearly beams of moonshine; that I found overwhelming threads of voluptuous fantasy, It was in the immortal stillness of the forest; that I found my most intricate of senses, It was with the resurgent winds of autumn; that I found my mesmerizing prowess to sing, It was within the dungeons infinite feet beneath; that I found baffling enigmas striking me at astounding speeds, It was sighting the vivacious peacock; that I found my lost ability to animatedly leap and ecstatically dance, It was in the island of pearls; that I found majestically royal fantasy of the most astronomical decree, It was on the summit of the towering mountain; that I found my valor to audaciously confront evil beings, It was in the tawny cats coat of fur; that I found nostalgic childhood; an insurmountable wave of heavenly mischief, It was in the blanket of perennially green meadows; that I found an insatiable urge to shut my eyes tightly and celestially sleep, It was in the heart of the rhapsodically leaping fire; that I found flames of untamed passion and wild romance, It was in the wisps of satiny clouds; that I found my desire to reside forever in the lap of Almighty lord, It was in the foundation of the mammoth building; that I found Herculean strength; an inevitable invincibility to single handedly take on the entire world, It was riding on the back of a fox; that I found uncanny cunningness; the adroit manipulation to exist in this uncouth world, It was beneath the shell of the tortoise; that I found incomprehensible laziness; a thunderous propensity to rest for several lives, 444

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It was in the sacred lap of my mother; that I found that I was always young; without a trace of fatigue in my severely bloodshot eyes, And It was in the arms of my beloved; that I found that I was breathing; I was still living after gruesome death; I was forever exuberant and alive…..

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UNFASTENING THE BUTTONS OF HER HEART When I unfastened the buttons of the sky; there came cloudbursts of rain turbulently pelting down on the parched ground, When I unfastened the buttons of the soil; all that lay there was fecund chunks of mud blended with ravishing worm and mystical light, When I unfastened the buttons of the towering castle; there unfolded a grandiloquent extravaganza before my eyes; oligarchic tapestry and an insurmountably royal ambience was all that touched my innermost senses, When I unfastened the button of the voluptuously brown cola; there was a fountain of tangy spray that blasted out; to impart incomprehensible rejuvenation to my dreary soul, When I unfastened the button of the gargantuan grandfather clock; the watch abruptly stopped to function; and time seemed to come to a virtual standstill although it was well past dawn, When I unfastened the buttons of the majestically descending parachute; there lay nothing but a flurry of broken bones on the ground; as I hurtled towards the obdurate soil at a speed faster than that of white light, When I unfastened the buttons of the ocean; there was an exquisite treasury of coral reef and vivaciously slithering shark that left me in spells of dumbfounded consternation, When I unfastened the buttons of the television; a myriad of enthusing tunes and vibrantly tantalizing pictures left me agglutinated to the silver screen for hours unprecedented, When I unfastened the buttons of the ancient dungeon; I found myself suddenly encompassed by a festoon of glittering gold and biscuits of shimmering silver; as I collided with an uncanny thud just inches beside the sacrosanct serpent guarding them with its fangs, When I unfastened the buttons of the delectable dwelling; my vision became all the more sacred as I sighted my unsurpassably cherished mother, When I unfastened the buttons of rubicund skin; poignant droplets of blood oozed out in torrents of rampant frenzy, 446

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When I unfastened the buttons of the colossal ship; the boat eventually lost its synchronized balance; sank to the rock bottom of the ocean like a bullet fired from the sky, When I unfastened the buttons of the cloistered bedroom window; a stringent beam of dazzling sunshine crept inside in splendid unison; shrugging off all the languid exhaustion that had uselessly circumvented my soul, When I unfastened the buttons of the sleeping lotus; there wafted a stupendously seductive odor of rose in the air; deluging my morbid life with tons of excitement and enthralling happiness, When I unfastened the buttons of the slippery web; a potbellied black spider brusquely fell on my robust palms; sending me into waves of ecstatic rhapsody, When I unfastened the buttons of the gorgeous valley; an thunderously loud echo reverberated incessantly; piercing the soft carpet of wind to clash like violent sparks into the hills, When I unfastened the buttons of my office shirt; I was left freezing on the snow clad streets; audaciously portraying my shriveled muscle like a deplorable skeleton pole, When I unfastened the buttons of painstakingly creeping time; I astoundingly found myself perched near my grave; when infact I hadn't even matured past the threshold of impetuous youth, But the best happened when I unfastened the buttons of her heart; for all that I found there was only my picture; an immortal love and craving for me passionately pulsating; for many more centuries to blissfully unfold…

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THE ONLY DON’T Do abuse me every unfurling second; blurting a string of unheard expletives; for apparently no fault of mine, Do slap me hard on my cheeks every day as I got up in the morning; spilling blistering tea deliberately on my daintily nimble skin, Do thrust your foot vindictively in my way; bursting into a volley of thunderous laughter; as I fell head-on on my rubicund nose, Do stash all your foul garbage as my pillow; evoking me to inevitably sneeze and cough all enchanting night, Do poke out your tongue in disdainful cynicism; spitting blatantly on my scalp in front of all who wandered with alacrity on the boisterously brilliant streets, Do shout to your absolute hearts content in my intricate ears; ruthlessly rupturing all my senses to hear and decipher melodious sound, Do add overwhelming pints inebriating shrub in my coffee at dawn; so that I slept like a giant the entire day; while you gallivanted like a vamp through the lanes displaying your flamboyant flesh, Do keep incessantly humming irascible tunes; disrupting my spells of intense concentration; engendering me to forget even the last work which I had spoken; just a moment ago, Do hurl green chili in my crystalline eyes; making me intransigently emancipate blissful shades of life yielding sight, Do pummel me hard in my robust stomach; trying your newly learnt boxing skills on me; making me gasp for huge breathfulls of precious life, Do embarrass me to unprecedented limits as I sat in the midst of the mammoth crowd; savagely snatching the mike away from my palms; as I started to utter the first word of my speech, Do severe the brakes of my car as I was just about to commence for my exhilarating expedition; triggering my wagon to explode into a ball of pugnaciously golden flames; charring me to raw saw dust; as I plunged like an inconspicuous mosquito into the perilously unfathomable valley, Do make me polish the shoes of all your friends till 448

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they glistened profoundly under sun shine; giving me only stale chunks of threadbare bread to consume for lunch as well as midnight dinner, Do emboss your dog's name on my naked chest with your satanically gleaming kitchen knife; rubbing potent doses of salt on my wounds; even before they could heal the slightest, Do lambaste me wickedly with a scorpion whip; causing me to shriek in inexplicable anguish; making my day a treacherous nightmare along with my every night, Do whistle flirtatiously to other boys in the street; with a mischievous twinkle on your face; even as I stared in utter disbelief, Do give me your worn out clothes to wear; sending people in the town into uncontrollable guffaws; as they perceived me to be half a muscular man; half a ravishing woman, Do emulate my signature; withdrawing my entire armory of unsurpassable wealth at a single stretch from the banks; rendering me penurious; begging and bizarrely homeless on the streets, O.K. and while I would infact tolerate the most astronomically long and unending list of your diabolical do's; it would be on a singular condition of my ONE AND ONLY DON’T, For that is actually not me; but my heart saying; "PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME”…….

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BUT AT LEAST ALLOW ME I won't mind it at all if you didn’t allow me inside with you; when you went to attend the glamorous party, But at least allow me to sit outside on the steps; engross myself rhapsodically in your faint tunes; that nimbly floated in the atmosphere. I won't mind it at all if you didn’t offer me a ride behind your flamboyant bike; zipped ahead like an untamed tornado without slackening your speed or respite, But at least allow me to watch you from my window; pray for you relentlessly to God; asking him to wade off the tiniest of evil that might be transgress viciously across your persona. I won't mind it at all if you didn’t invite me for dinner; when infact you had called even the most bedraggled of beggars to attend the bombastic fiesta, But at least allow me to collect the left over’s of your food; cherish and enjoy your ethereal essence for times immemorial. I won't mind it at all if you didn’t speak my name even once in your entire lifetime; remained profusely lost and captivated in wholesomely surreal fantasy of your own, But at least allow me to chant yours till the time I died; overwhelmingly remember your fabulous countenance till I inhaled my last breath. I won't mind it at all if you miserably failed to recognize me even when I passed at whisker lengths from your body; made an insurmountably scornful face; shrugging your nose in disdain towards open space, But at least allow me to keep a blurred photograph of yours close to my heart; perceive you in the most stupendous forms possible every unleashing minute of the sweltering day. I won't mind it at all if you spat ruthlessly on my face; kicked me in my rear like a football; trying to hurl me in a hurry towards my ultimate place in the heavens, But at least allow me to admire the sweat that trickled prolifically from your nape; in your ominous attempts to make me disappear forever from this planet. I won't mind it at all if you turned your back in dreariness as soon as you saw me; instead talked to 450

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unprecedented limits with the other man who was perpetually blind, But at least allow me to caress your mesmerizing and fleeting shadow; which lingered transiently for a while; and then thoroughly lost itself in the granules of earth. I won't mind it at all if you charred my bones to inconspicuous raw ash; punctured my robust body with a flurry of pugnaciously hostile bullets, But at least allow me to sketch your enchanting contours on slippery sea soil; savor your incredulously glorious memories all my life. I won't mind it at all if you barbarically blinded me; piercing my intricate eyeballs with gleaming rods of scarlet fire, But at least allow me to feel the winds that kissed you while drifting; not only imparting me with the unsurpassable exuberance to lead the day; but to audaciously face my entire life. And I won't mind it at all if you didn’t give me a position in your heart; blowing me off like an infinitesimal speck of dirt into obsolete oblivion, But at least allow me to listen to your passionately palpitating beats; which I had an irrefutable feeling would someday throb only for me; would someday be always mine….

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STAMP Every envelope needed a stamp of indispensable denomination; in order to successfully deport and proficiently reach its consummate place of destination, Every writer needed a stamp of is publisher as well as his consortium of ardent admirers; in order to gain profound inspiration and surge ahead with flamboyance in life, Every mountain needed the stamp of blistering Sun; in order to feel pompously elated and tower handsomely towards open patches of blue sky, Every dog needed the stamp of its master; in order to incessantly wag its tail in exuberant happiness; loyally guard colossal property that lay perilously vulnerable all throughout the treacherous night, Every mother needed the stamp of her innocuous child; in order to make her life complete in all respects; in order to make her realize that she was indeed the richest woman alive, Every palm needed the stamp of enigmatic lines; in order to provide it the unfathomably mystical and rich luxury of destiny, Every horse needed the stamp of its rider; in order to gallop majestically through undulating expanse of boundless land; win the race amidst countless other of its kin and kind, Every pen needed the stamp of its manufacturer; in order to optimistically emboss unsurpassable lines of exquisite literature; keep indefatigably writing with tumultuous confidence, Every ocean needed the stamp of its vivaciously swirling waves; in order to portray to the world that it was turbulently tangy and a stupendously magnificent sight, Every chest needed the stamp of impeccable fabric; in order to accentuate its robustly bulging contours to the outside world; present itself congenially and blend superbly with the intricacies civilized society, Every day needed the stamp of date; in order to depict its overwhelmingly vital significance; keep in tandem with the exact unleashing of whirlwind time, Every meadow of green grass needed the stamp of the sacrosanct cow; in order to prove that it was indeed the most exotic food found on this planet; had 452

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encompassed in its blades all the inevitable ingredients to sustain life, Every web woven with slimy thread needed the stamp of the long legged spider; in order to cast its mystically enigmatic impression on the aliens who faintly witnessed it, Every boat needed the stamp of a captain; in order maneuver adroitly through the stormy waters; transport its scores of insurmountably nostalgic passengers; safely to the welcome shores, Every jeweled throne needed the stamp of a prince; in order to continue its lineage of oligarchic legacy; look incredulously royal even under the most diminutive rays of moonlight, Every skeleton needed the stamp of rubicund flesh; in order to tenaciously move; rise up with inexorable resilience to each horrendous barricade of life, Every kettle needed the stamp of reinvigorating sizzling brown tea; in order that people caressed its glistening periphery with loads of compassionate warmth, Every shoe needed the stamp of bohemian foot; in order to kick rhapsodically in ebullient atmosphere; hurl itself with rampant freedom to every nook and cranny that it liked, Every eye needed the stamp of sparkling vision; in order to profusely engross and admire the unfathomable number of sights that existed bountifully in this world, Every tongue needed the stamp of commanding voice; in order to make its presence felt amongst a horde of wolves; and celestially survive, And every heart needed the stamp of immortal love; to passionately palpitate not only in life; but even infinite years after inevitable death….

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YOU ARE MY BELOVED You are a mesmerizing fairy; that keeps incessantly coming in each of my dreams, You are an innocuously sweet angel; making me bask in the glory of my blissful childhood, You are a delectably enchanting cloud; which floats poignantly all day; encompassing each corner of my eye, You are a star that keeps indefatigably shining in the azure sky; profusely illuminating my every single night, You are a voluptuous carpet of scarlet roses; that wafted stupendously exotic scent for me to inhale each hour, You are a majestically clashing ocean; which inundates every unleashing minute of my life with unprecedented ecstasy, You are an incredible painting; which blesses my life with vivacious shades of effusively vibrant color, You are tantalizing droplets of rain; which imparts me with an indomitable ardor to surge forward audaciously in every aspect of existence, You are a field of impeccably shimmering cotton; that generates the sacred virtue of honesty in my wretched conscience, You are a brilliant beam of unconquerable sunlight; that filters with divinely grace into my cloistered and gloomy heart, You are a golden globule of honey; that makes me profoundly glisten in the sweetness of omnipotent life, You are a ravishing peacock; that entices me every instant; into cloudbursts of fantasy as you unveiled your coat of silken feathers to a complete blossom, You are a spring of celestial water; that pacifies my overwhelmingly parched senses; with heavenly love and perpetual care, You are a astonishingly seductive and cheeky nightingale; which permeates my dreary soul; with enchanting tunes for times immemorial, You are an island of rejuvenating spice; which doesn't leave any scope in my life to be the slightest despondent or dejected, You are a festoon of royally scintillating pearls; that foments me to rhapsodically philander across 454

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every nook and cranny of this colossal earth, You are an idol of irrefutable truth; whom I leaned upon in my times of inexplicable distress and traumatized pain, You are an sacrosanct entity; who has nothing but unfathomable love in your turbulently palpitating heart, But more importantly than anything; you have a distinction perhaps even more than god in my life; as YOU ARE MY BELOVED……

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LIKE NOBODY ELSE I admired your immaculate eyes every unleashing minute; for drowning me in the glory of their stupendously emphatic moisture, I caressed your voluptuous coat of black hair for times immemorial; feeling their softness tingle me till the last bone down my spine, I entwined my palms with your heavenly fingers; bonding my impoverished soul with yours for centuries unfathomable, I passionately kissed your seductively rosy lips; absorbing their sweetness with relentless ardor and charm, I floated handsomely in your tantalizing dreams; philandering audaciously on cloud nine with your countenance resting on my shoulders, I ardently smelt the fiery breath that descended like a volcano from your nostrils; feeling that unprecedented enthusiasm swelling prolifically in your pulse, I profoundly engrossed myself into the cadence of your mesmerizing voice; blending completely with the mystical enigma that enveloped your every stride, I ran like an untamed panther behind your enchanting shadow; intricately following its contours till I collapsed on the hard ground in a drearily bedraggled heap, I lay on your stomach for marathon hours of the day and for every instant of the tumultuously stormy night; my head rising and falling with each breath of yours which was now wholesomely mine, I stood like an invincible fortress by your side; trying my Herculean best to wade off the most minuscule of evil hovering by your divinely side, I wrote your name with my blood infinite times in a single day; making it an immortal epitome for every lover transgressing fanatically on the trajectory of this planet, I voraciously rubbed your fabulously silken skin in freezing whirlwinds of snow; imparting your majestic visage with incomprehensible loads of compassionate warmth, I stared like a child into the contours of your vivacious face; exploring something new and incredulously rejuvenating; as you winked innocuously 456

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under the milky moonlight, I worshipped your celestial feet every dawn; as the first beam of sunlight timidly filtered through my gloomily obfuscated window, I tickled you uncontrollably in your ribs; supremely relishing the astoundingly tinkling charisma in your tangy laughter, I patiently waited for your footsteps to arrive; completely lost in a gorgeously romantic fantasy; moving my head nimbly towards the handsomely setting amber sun, I confided to you even the most weirdest perceptions of my mind; sharing with you each embarrassing moment of my life, I sketched enamoring shapes of your oligarchic persona with articulate strokes of my paint brush; imprisoning your unparalleled beauty on the blank canvas of my body, And I loved your heart LIKE NOBODY ELSE could ever dare to do; not only in this birth; but for fathomless more births to unfold and evolve into new life….

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COMPLETE CONTROL I didn’t want to capture her eyelashes; the ostentatious mascara delectably embellishing her nimble lids, I didn’t want to capture her skin; which glowed to an overwhelmingly voluptuous crimson under the impact of garishly personified talcum powder, I didn’t want to capture her lips; which had profuse coating of pretentiously sleazy lipstick, I didn’t want to capture her hair; which had bombastic coatings of contemporary hair dye, I didn’t want to capture her waist; which danced tantalizingly enveloped by chains of haughty silver, I didn’t want to capture her earlobes; swishing daintily with opulent emeralds of sapphire green; procured fresh from the sea, I didn’t want to capture her palms; embossed with mystical designs available rampantly in the contemporary market, I didn’t want to capture her breath; which was now blended with the most alluring of artificial sandalwood perfume, I didn’t want to capture her fingers; which were adorned with a myriad of pompously glittering rings, I didn’t want to capture her voice; which had profound traces of a deliberately pernicious slang embedded in it, I didn’t want to capture her teeth; which had prominent encapsulations of the most expensive paste adhering them, I didn’t want to capture her muscle; which had evolved over a period of time; after her voracious consumption of exorbitantly costly steroids, I didn’t want to capture her shadow; as it meekly coalesced with obsolete oblivion without the most minuscule of prior notice, I didn’t want to capture her sweat; which was incredulously scented with the boundless repertoire of body lotions she used; literally every unfurling minute of the marathon day; every time before she closed her eyes for the sultry night, I didn’t want to capture her cheeks; which were indiscriminately inundated with truck loads of pertinent chemical sprays, I didn’t want to capture her saliva; which had 458

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obnoxious traces of foreign chewing gum and cherry, I didn’t want to capture her nails; which were painted with the most gaudily conventional nail polish available in the trendy market, I didn’t want to capture her conscience; which had inevitably become manipulative; as she struggled for her existence in this uncouth world, Although each part of her body appeared artificial; there was definitely one thing that I wanted to capture; and that was her heart; longing and thunderously throbbing wilder than the most wildest of storm; more importantly than anything rendering me the complete control of its passionate beats….

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TEARS OF IMMORTAL LOVE When I saw the ocean swirling ecstatically towards the sky; trying to touch the Sun in its profoundly untamed glory; There were tears of sheer adventure that dribbled from my eyes; transiting me into a land of fabulously enchanting fantasy…. When I saw the moon creeping nimbly into vibrantly blue cosmos; making way for the magnificently star studded night, There were tears of placid contentment that trickled from my eyes; and my whole body commenced to prepare itself for a celestially satisfying nocturnal sleep…. When I saw the silhouette of the preposterously diabolical giant menacing full throttle towards me; ready to gobble upon my innocuous form, There were tears of uncanny fear that oozed from my eyes; as each part of my skin got engulfed with profusely nervous sweat…. When I saw my fellow compatriots in tumultuous pain; with uncouth wounds of hopeless despair encompassing the periphery of their cracked lips, There were tears of inexplicable sorrow that poured from my eyes; as I took a resolution to once again transform God's created earth into a veritable paradise…. When I saw the potbellied spider fall infinite times; yet rise again to eventually accomplish weaving its cozy web, There were tears of fortified conviction that flowed from my eyes; as each bone in my impoverished demeanor; got ready to confront the most mightiest of challenge on this planet… When I saw the boundless conglomerate of pigeons pecking each other passionately; in wee hours of the wonderfully ravishing night, There were tears of uninhibited passion that crept out of my eyes; as a cloudburst of insatiable desire shot through cabin compartments of my brain… When I saw the festoon of red ants clambering on the towering elephant; fomenting him to fall like a box of soggy matchsticks on obdurate ground, There were tears of awe inspiring self confidence that gushed out of my eyes; as I realized suddenly that true power lies solely in the mind…. 460

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When I saw the sacrosanct virtue of truth being massacred indiscriminately on all quarters of this Universe; being weighed with a platter of spurious currency all the time, There were tears of utter hopelessness that shot out of my eyes; as I spat my wholesome best on disastrously dwindling mankind… When I saw the divinely countenance of my mother parading by my side; bustling around in thorough anticipation of my well being, There were tears of overwhelming gratitude that drizzled from my eyes; as I touched her feet in due obeisance; poignantly kissed her palms for bringing me into this fathomless world… And when I saw the vivaciously enchanting visage of my beloved; her incomprehensibly alluring fragrance that took complete control over my every breath, There were tears of immortal love that cascaded from my eyes; as I embraced her perpetually in my arms; obscuring our entities forever from this manipulatively blood thirsty planet…..

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EXCEPT THE GIRL The mesmerizing tunes of the voluptuous nightingale; were heard by everybody, But the tunes which emanated from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who came every unfurling minute in my ocean of dreams…. The boisterously buzzing tunes of the queen bee; were heard by everybody, But the tunes which diffused from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who tantalized me unrelentingly with the fragrance of her mystical breath…. The melodious tunes spiraling handsomely from the delectable piano; were heard by everybody, But the tunes which oozed from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who cast an enigmatic spell on each path I tread… The cacophonic tunes of croaking frogs; were heard by everybody, But the tunes which flowed from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who left me astoundingly dumbfounded; with the crimson color of her innocuous cheeks…. The tunes of tumultuous thunder pouring from sky; were heard by everybody, But the tunes which sky rocketed from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who conjured me into a spell of celestially unending sleep…. The treacherously satanic tunes of the monster approaching; were heard by everybody,’ But the tunes which cascaded from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who maneuvered me into a land of incomprehensibly beautiful fantasy…. The vivacious tunes of the giant drum; were heard by everybody, But the tunes which descended from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who granted me the astronomical conviction to confront every aspect of life…. The ominous tunes of the hideously hissing snake; were heard by everybody, But the tunes which shot from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who made me feel perpetually young; with insurmountable mischief lingering on her 462

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face…. The passionate tunes of the ocean clashing against the rocks were heard by everybody, But the tunes which dribbled from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who drowned me profusely in the ingratiating aura of her divinely voice… And the vital tunes of existence on this planet; were heard by everybody, But the tunes which crept from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who impregnated new life every second in my impoverished persona; the girl who infact I proudly called my beloved….

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LOVE; LOVE AND SIMPLY LOVE I couldn’t talk non stop; for after a while; the chords of my intricate throat started to hurt; and a gruesome hoarseness besieged my persona, I couldn’t walk non stop; for after a while; the soles of my feet started to ache; and the conglomerate of dreary bones in my body demanded celestial rest, I couldn’t write non stop; for after a while; my fingers swelled like a plump tomato; and the disdainful sweat on my palms started to drip obnoxiously on barren sheets of white paper, I couldn’t stare non stop; for after a while; my voluptuously soft cushion of lids fell down with a sigh; and the whites of my eye were desperate to get rid of the tumultuous stinging, I couldn’t eat non stop; for after a while; the tunnels of my stomach threatened to puke; and the buds of my tongue abhorrently repulsed the most exotic of taste, I couldn’t dance non stop; for after a while; the fantasy in my mind wholesomely subsided; and I inevitably collapsed on soil for my nocturnal slumber under the resplendent stars, I couldn’t plough non stop; for after a while; the acrimonious rays of the Sun stabbed me like a billion needles; and the gallons of golden sweat which dribbled; made me loose holistic degrees of control, I couldn’t swim non stop; for after a while; the tenacity in my arms seemed to be diminishing; and the fathomless expanse of waters made me return back to the heavenly shores, I couldn’t party non stop; for after a while; the pretentious smoke of cigar took its toll on my natural nerves; and the sonorously manipulative style of talking; assassinated all my raw exuberance in its premature buds, I couldn’t study non stop; for after a while; beads of exasperation began to entrench me from all sides; and life became nothing but a series of disastrously monotonous equations to confront, I couldn’t sing non stop; for after a while; all tunes existing seemed to be puncturing me like fulminating volcano's; and I lost complete identity of my very own voice, I couldn’t dream non stop; for after a while; the 464

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pragmatic realities of life started to pinch me overwhelmingly; and the penurious conditions which currently engulfed me; obstructed me in my path of transforming all my perceptions into a perpetual reality, I couldn’t fight non stop; for after a while; realization dawned upon me that it was all baseless; and I needed to contribute something towards deteriorating mankind, I couldn’t sleep non stop; for after a while; I felt the blistering mid day sunshine filtering unbearably through my eyes; and the framework of my countenance became restless to be on the move, I couldn’t drive non stop; for after a while; the world outside became an incessantly revolving whiz; and I frantically wanted to trespass at normal speeds once again, I couldn’t rule non stop; for after a while; I felt as if I was completely losing my indigenous identity; and the voice of my conscience commanded me to rest blissfully in the lap of my revered mother, I couldn’t focus non stop; for after a while; the insurmountably restless urges in my soul got the better of me; and I found myself pondering on everything else; other than what I was supposed to concentrate, I couldn’t play non stop; for after a while; the will to majestically survive made me march dynamically towards the summit; slither with uninhibited passion; to achieve all my goals in life, I couldn’t hate non stop; for after a while; the inexorably omnipotent voice of my mind condemned me for my cowardly behavior; and the blood circulating in my veins fomented me to embrace my fellow mates in pain, I couldn’t lie non stop; for after a while; an astronomically ardent desire to disentangle myself from this web of lechery; and my tongue candidly conveyed its explicit set of ideals, But there was only one virtue which I could do non stop; and which not only I; but every entity with a throbbing heart has been doing since centuries immemorial; a virtue which even the greatest of God's have bowed down too; a virtue which has its immoral essence dissipated in every nook and cranny of this boundless planet; O! yes I feel the richest man on this earth to proclaim it as LOVE; LOVE AND SIMPLY LOVE……. 465

FOR INFINITE LIVES Let a magician come in front of you; trying to cast a spell on your mesmerizing countenance; with his unfathomable flurry of ingenious tricks, Let the clouds be attracted inevitably towards your voluptuous voice; trying their best to impress you upon with tantalizing globules of rain, Let a battalion of handsome snakes slither around you; endeavoring to entrench you in the swirl of their mystically enchanting hood, Let the mightily colossal waves of the ocean clash against your divinely form; trying to engulf you in the aura of tumultuously tangy froth, Still come what may; nobody on this earth could ever touch you; as your immortal love would not only be for this life; but for infinite lives; always be mine….

Let the desert sands fly in rampant frenzy; insatiably wishing to stick on your immaculately glowing skin, Let majestic eagles in the sky build their nest above your dwelling; trying to have a surreptitious glimpse of you; after pearly midnight, Let the turbulent breeze deliberately kiss you as it passed; basking in the glory of its spuriously passionate rendezvous, Let the needles of the grandiloquently colonial clock stop in anticipation of you to awaken; tick at wild velocities when you wanted time to fly, Still come what may; nobody on this earth could ever touch you; as your immortal love would not only be for this life; but for infinite lives; always be mine…. Let the Sun try and incarcerate you in its web of flamboyantly fiery rays; trying to blind you wholesomely with the astronomical tenacity of its light, Let the grass voluptuously tickle your soles; secretly enjoying your ravishing warmth as you trespassed like an angel through its green stalks, Let the owl stare unrelentingly at you for hours 466

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immemorial; trying to hypnotize you with its enigmatically crystalline eyes, Let the avalanche of snow melt in torrential frenzy; to evoke sympathy; as you cast your impeccable eyes upon its manipulative demeanor, Still come what may; nobody on this earth could ever touch you; as your immortal love would not only be for this life; but for infinite lives; always be mine…. Let all the mouths on this planet shout to their hearts content; trying to win you by the overwhelming domination in their tone, Let the society starve you to unprecedented limits; in order to enforce upon you; the partner of their dictatorial choice, Let the streams cascading down from the mountains change their direction; to flow across the sacred paths you celestially tread, Let every activity on this Universe come to an abrupt standstill; every tangible eyeball rivet to your irrefutably poignant visage; trembling in uncontrollable agony to make you the queen of their hearts, Still come what may; nobody on this earth could ever touch you; as your immortal love would not only be for this life; but for infinite lives; always be mine….

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BUT YOU WOULD STILL FAIL You could mercilessly snatch my eyes; engender a blanket of gruesomely debilitating darkness to wholesomely engulf me till eternity, You could make me dismally dumb; with my tongue refraining to utter even the most tiniest of sound, You could maim me worse than a dying dog; fomenting me to slither pathetically on the ground; as I tried to surge the slightest of distance forward, You could starve me more brutally than the scorching desert; savagely drying the last drop of blood circulating in my body, But you would still fail to make me forget her; unwind me from the web of her supremely invincible love; unwind me from the place in her heart that was perpetually mine…..

You could make me haplessly beg on the boisterous streets; shiver uncontrollably in the freezing night; adorning me in rags of disdainful barbed wire, You could satanically smash my scalp into infinite fragments; making me swoon in a bloody heap towards profusely dusty ground, You could incarcerate me in a dungeon replete with lethal scorpion; and even the most obscure beam of Sunlight; being an insurmountably far cry, You could make me treacherously transgress over a blanket of sizzling embers; making me inevitably shrug holistic degrees of blissful control, But you would still fail to make me forget her; unwind me from the web of her supremely invincible love; unwind me from the place in her heart that was perpetually mine…..

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island of serrated skinned alligators, You could shoot me right through the head; with a battalion of boundless bullets hurling at unsurpassable speeds from your murderously gleaming revolver, But you would still fail to make me forget her; unwind me from the web of her supremely invincible love; unwind me from the place in her heart that was perpetually mine…..

You could crucify me to bodily submission; nailing my nimble persona with an incomprehensible armory of barbaric thorns, You could use me as food for the preposterously gigantic whale; tossing me like a chunk of dilapidated vegetable; right into the moaning monsters mouth, You could squelch me to inconspicuous pulp against the chain of blood curling rocks; before eventually dumping me countless kilometers beneath my corpse, You could make every step of my life more tyrannical than infinite hell's combined together; stabbing me every unfurling second with astronomical amount of unbearable pain, But you would still fail to make me forget her; unwind me from the web of her supremely invincible love; unwind me from the place in her heart that was perpetually mine…..

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FIERY PASSIONATE The color of the moon was pure white; with its pearly rays illuminating the profoundly ghastly night, The color of the sky was crystalline blue; with its conglomerate of silken clouds playing hide and seek with the sunlight, The color of the lips was rosy pink; with their voluptuous periphery making even the most diabolical of entity succumb to their knees, The color of the night was gruesome black; with its enchantment casting a mystical spell on all animate and inanimate hovering around, The color of gold was glittering yellow; and its glow besieging every eye that sighted it with an immortal longing for impregnable supremacy, The color of the rainbow was vivaciously vivid; with the world staring at it in unfathomable fascination, The color of the deserts was timidly brown; with its colossal expanse of sands absorbing unsuspecting travelers in its slippery swirl, The color of hair was as dark as the eerie tunnel; with its boundless fibers swishing in waves of enigmatic euphoria, The color of farm chili was parrot green; with its piquant spice fomenting tears to ooze at random from the eyes, The color of blood was handsomely scarlet; with its stains irrefutably refraining to erase once applied, The color of the ocean was royally sapphire; with its ravishing waves striking gleefully against the jagged chain of glistening rocks, The color of the infant was amicably pearly; with its incessant cries making it the unconquerable darling of all who passed by, The color of the savage convict was steel grey; with his eyes burning fire and profuse vindication at being jailed for long years, The color of soil was majestically bronze; with its stupendous layers of fertility blossoming into robust crop; ensuring that mankind never dwindled; never died, The color of the mother was sacredly frosty; 470

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sequestering her baby from the most inconspicuous of evil lurking about in this world, The color of the fish was delectably silver; gliding its way tantalizingly through the deep expanse of obscure waters, The color of ice was stringently transparent; with its astounding prowess to cool providing reprieve to millions of adventurers in scorching heat, The color of water was austerely plain; with its sparkling globules pacifying the thirst of fathomless beings every unleashing second of the day, The color of fire was incredulously golden; with its crackling flames imparting unsurpassable warmth to every human shivering on the streets in acerbic winter, The color of the creator was a blend of all colors existing on this earth; the most magnificent shade of them all; silencing everyone his supremely Omnipotent power and invincible grace, And the color of love was FIERY PASSIONATE; imprisoning every human; imprisoning every breathing organism in the flame of its agony; the cloud of its incomprehensible desire…

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3 COMPLETE DAYS, 3 COMPLETE NIGHTS Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3 seconds in the day came to my mind; I dreadfully shivered; collapsing in utter nervousness on the obdurate ground, And today you were blatantly telling me in my face; that you planned to leave me for 3 complete days; 3 complete nights. Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3 seconds in the day came to my mind; I forgot to normally blink; stared unrelentingly into open space as if somebody had stabbed me in my chest; the entire world outside had come to an abrupt end, And today you were blatantly telling me in my face; that you planned to leave me for 3 complete days; 3 complete nights. Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3 seconds in the day came to my mind; I felt all hunger die a ghastly death in my stomach; with my body refusing all food and tepid water, And today you were blatantly telling me in my face; that you planned to leave me for 3 complete days; 3 complete nights. Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3 seconds in the day came to my mind; the blood flowing through my veins froze midway; with the hair on my body standing up in unfathomable gloom, And today you were blatantly telling me in my face; that you planned to leave me for 3 complete days; 3 complete nights. Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3 seconds in the day came to my mind; my skull relinquished all memory; floundered to function harmoniously with the commercial world outside; wholesomely lost in the realms of your mesmerizing fantasy; the compassionate moistness in your breath that used to flow when you were close by my side, And today you were blatantly telling me in my face; that you planned to leave me for 3 complete days; 3 complete nights. Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3 seconds in the day came to my mind; all words tumbled mumble-jumble from my mouth; with a severely 472

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debilitating coma crippling each corner of my brain; and my heart palpitating like a missile about to deafeningly explode, And today you were blatantly telling me in my face; that you planned to leave me for 3 complete days; 3 complete nights. Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3 seconds in the day came to my mind; my body started perspiring more than the most tumultuous of storm; an ocean of tears welled up my eye; poured indefatigably beyond the most sagacious of my control; my soul went berserk with incomprehensible hysteria, And today you were blatantly telling me in my face; that you planned to leave me for 3 complete days; 3 complete nights. Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3 seconds in the day came to my mind; my teeth started to inexorably clatter even in the most acerbic of Sunlight; infinite goose-bumps crept up on my palm in morbid exhilaration; everything outside my window seemed to be diabolical and profusely poisoned, And today you were blatantly telling me in my face; that you planned to leave me for 3 complete days; 3 complete nights. Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3 seconds in the day came to my mind; all my fantasies and dreams got buried boundless feet beneath the corpse; every part of me started to vehemently hate the society; with a feeling of assassinating every entity traversing on this earth slowly creeping in my persona; as my bouts of boiling anger rose to the peak, And today you were blatantly telling me in my face; that you planned to leave me for 3 complete days; 3 complete nights. Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3 seconds in the day came to my mind; I abdicated even the most tiniest of urge to live further; forcefully closed my eyes and breath to blend my heart and soul with the Omnipotent creator, And today you were blatantly telling me in my face; that you planned to leave me for 3 complete days; 3 complete nights.

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YOUR LOVE FOR ME Your love for me was not like the disloyally changing shape of the Moon; which blatantly metamorphosed its pearly body at the onset of every night, Infact I have profound pride in stating; that it was like the resplendent blanket of shimmering stars which shone for countless decades; illuminating my gloomy household with enchanting light. Your love for me was not like the tumultuous storm; which devoured even the minutest of entity in its thunderous swirl, Infact I have profound pride in stating; that it was like the delectable draught of wind; which arose every evening; mystically tingling the camouflage of dense leaves with its dainty charm and grace. Your love for me was not like the poignantly burning candle; which diminished wholesomely; a few minutes after ferociously igniting into a ball of flames, Infact I have profound pride in stating; that it was like the fire which burnt unrelentingly towards the sky; becoming more and more passionate as the pinnacle of darkness encroached every space. Your love for me was not like the swanky bottle of expensive scent; which started to rot away soon after initially flooding every bit of scorched atmosphere, Infact I have profound pride in stating; that it was like the stupendously fragrant lotus; which spread its essence without distinction; captivated me for many births yet to unveil in the aura of its enigmatic redolence. Your love for me was not like the callous bird mother; who deserted her children a few days after they had hatched from the egg; and after adeptly teaching them to fly high, Infact I have profound pride in stating; that it was like the human mother; who harnessed and nourished her baby for marathon years even after he attained maturity; catered to the most inconspicuous of his demand till the time she found herself on her inevitable deathbed. Your love for me was not like pelting drops of violent rain; which gave just momentary pleasure to my flesh and then left me dry and mourning as the blistering Sun crept up in the sky, Infact I have profound pride in stating that; it was 474

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like the colossal ocean with piquantly escalating waves; which provided warmth and rejuvenation to my dirty body; at the unleashing of dawn every morning. Your love for me was not like a sleazy television commercial; which sent ravishing chills down my spine as the instant I viewed it; and then left me longing for more as the boring news came by, Infact I have profound pride in stating that; it was like the mesmerizing fable that had an unprecedented impact on my destiny; bequeathed a moral to my life. Your love for me was not like slippery granules of sand; which seductively caressed my skin for fraction of seconds; and then unavoidably trickled onto the boiling soil, Infact I have profound pride in stating that; it was like the century old Banyan tree which had its roots firmly impregnated in ground; was almost invincible to dismantle even when the entire army tried to tear it down. Your love for me was not like the swashbuckling aircraft which transported the passenger at electric speeds from one destination to another; made him feast on the magnificent cocoon of white clouds as he sipped wine seated on the plush upholstery; before eventually leaving him to crawl miserably towards his destination on naked feet, Infact I have profound pride in stating that; it was like the divine fairy wandering in the cosmos; who inundated my senses every unfurling second with all the pleasure and fantasy that existed on this planet. And your love for me was not like the throbbing heart which palpitated beyond the point of no control at one instant, and relinquished breath the other; abandoning me in a condition of complete disbelief and disarray; Infact I have profound pride in stating that; it was like the soul which was timeless; which would continue to live for unfathomable number of years even after the last entity on this earth had died; which strangulated me entirely in its perpetual grip; which gave my life a new beginning every time I felt I was dead.

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STEALING MY HEART It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my car; whizzed past the meandering slopes of the valley at roaring speeds; and blended profusely with the spirit of adventure, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my swanky perfume bottle; flooded your entire entity by prolifically sprinkling the same; basked in the aisles of unsurpassable fragrance that emanated as a ramification, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my shoes; audaciously clambered up the mountains; tightly fitting them to your nimble skinned soles, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my drum replete with glistening jewels; embellished your entire body with scintillating garments portraying them bombastically to the outside world, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my appetizing morsels of food; feasted on the same sipping delectable pints of red wine on the verdant slopes of the ecstatic waterfall, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my entire wardrobe of clothes; philandered through the rustic fields adorned in cowboy boots; audaciously brandishing your tomboyish attire, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my feather tipped pen; sketched exquisite shapes of the voluptuous stars lingering in the cosmos; emptied all the ink entrapped within to sign the bulky chequebooks, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my books; had a smashing time in browsing through the majestic ensemble of beautiful words; drowning yourself wholesomely into the tantalizing fantasy imprisoned within, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my colossal dwelling; leaving me scorched and dry on the streets to uncertainly weave my way around, It didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my children; frolicked and enjoyed with them on the sea shores; while I brooded incessantly in moments of gruesome silence, 476

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It didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my diamond studded sword; swished it violently around; pretentiously pretending to inhabit the royal throne, It didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole by bushy beard and moustache; tossing my hair around in unprecedented glee; after plucking them from my skin furtively in the night, It didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole every single penny of my wealth; absconded away with the gargantuan conglomerate of currency that I had perspired for all my life, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my entire fleet of teeth; adroitly removing them after injecting me with unfathomable doses of sedation; giving them as a special bone to your pet dog to relish and chew, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my fame; perfidiously bad mouthed about me to as far and wide as you possibly could in this world; trying to abysmally look me down in front of people whom I irrefutably revered and adored, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my infectious smile; whipping me indefatigably with your acerbic string of sardonic comments; made me cry by hurling at me abuses which I had never come across in the most wildest of my dreams, It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my ideals; inevitably compelling me to act against my own wishes; blackmailing me indiscriminately by exploiting my supremely sensitive points, And it really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my life; made me relinquish precious breathing; secretly poisoning the water I gulped; viciously adulterating my big tumbler of morning milk with snake venom, As all these things were too trivial to bother me; for you had already committed a robbery even greater than this stealing my heart when you met me several years ago; making me a slave of your immortal love; And today whatever else you stole did not impact me the slightest; simply and miserably failed to bother me at all.

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THE PERFECT MALE ATTIRE Gloves of sensuality; to caress the skin with unprecedented relish; send shivers of untamed exhilaration down the spine, Shoes of invincible victory; marching on the remotest of land; waving the flag of triumph in flamboyant spurts of fervor, A tie blended with flirtatious mischief; used to blindfold the eyes in wholesome entirety, A watch of incessant speed; ticking indefatigably round the clock; in wee hours of the midnight; as well as in the peak of the brilliantly sunlit day, A shirt of stupendously woven designs; ruffled majestically at the collar; to captivate the attention of every ravishingly wandering damsel, A necklace of daintily scintillating pearls; extracted freshly from the oyster; drowning every entity in the ocean of its profoundly pearly shine, A pair of astoundingly stitched socks; imparting compassionate warmth to the feet; enticing every eye towards the petite leg, A tantalizing shade of mystical mascara; conjuring every breathing soul around with the magic in its enigmatic charm, A trouser of pure jute; with mesmerizing rings of denim and golden buttons to engulf the sensuous belly, Rings of holistic diamond shimmering in tandem on the finger; painstakingly luring every fairy in the unfathomable resplendence of its shine, A perfume of exotic sandalwood shrub; wafting a supremely seductive aura from the perspiring armpits, An oil that glistens even under placid rays of the moon; radiates boisterously in pugnacious daylight, A belt studded profusely with delectable biscuits of opalescent silver; granting the visage a terrifically marvelous shape, keeping the entire demeanor in perfectly synchronized condition, Sunglasses embodied with vivid fossil shells; engendering females to gasp in open mouthed consternation; metamorphosing the acerbic color of polluted air into enchanting green, An oligarchic coat embellished with royally sculptured beads; standing out incredulously amongst the group the wild gypsies, 478

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A fountain of redolent rose powder; lingering voluptuously on the robust cheeks; flooding the nose with a poignantly tangy freshness, An overwhelmingly spiffy hairstyle; and each follicle of the scalp impregnated with rudimentary grass root oil, Ornamental cufflinks to bond the sleeves; sometimes an alluring tool for visitors to sight their own reflection; admire themselves till timeless eternity, A grandiloquent pen fitted dexterously to the waist coat pocket; a symbol of unprecedented sophistication; and signing a plethora of autographs on every lady's hands, Was all that I required to dress in from head to inconspicuous toe; encompass my body in the most fascinating clothing that I could ever dream off or intransigently perceive; infact what I would like to term succinctly as THE PERFECT MALE ATTIRE…

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ALL THAT I COULD EVER DREAM OF When I lived in the beer bottle; all that I could ever dream of was an ocean of inebriating alcohol; streams of frothy booze putting me to everlasting sleep, When I lived in the conventional television; all that I could ever dream was a myriad of sleazy characters; uttering a festoon of ostentatious dialogues; trying their best to trigger the gloomy audience into hilarious smiles, When I lived on the pugnacious fire body of the blazing Sun; all that I could ever dream of was unprecedented heat; sizzling rays of golden light stringently entrenching every iota of my skin, When I lived in the refrigerator; all that I could ever dream of was frozen crusts of white ice; silver streams of chilled liquid cascading down painstakingly over my naked chest, When I lived in the steep well; all that I could ever dream of was morbid darkness; the slime coated frog bouncing euphorically; flooding the solitary ambience around with its discordant croaks, When I lived in the birds nest; all that I could ever dream of was a cocoon of shimmering white eggs; pairs of innocuous young fledglings squealing ecstatically in new born life, When I lived in the ocean; all that I could ever dream of was gargantuan loads of salt and frothy spray; scores of delectable fish gliding vivaciously gliding past my nose; spreading unfathomable waves of fantasy in my heart, When I lived in the veins; all that I could ever dream of was crimson blood; gushing in sheer rhapsody through the conglomerate of tender bone and dainty flesh, When I lived in the country gutter; all that I could ever dream of was fetid sewage; the horrendously obnoxious stench of decaying garbage infiltrating every instant in my nose, When I lived in the deserts; all that I could ever dream of was unsurpassable territories of sweltering hot sands; the belligerent thorns of cactus staring in animosity at the travelers who traversed by, When I lived in the handle of the gleaming butcher knife; all that I could ever dream of was the merciless assassination of several innocent sheep; 480

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shearing apart their succulent body in order to appease the demons gluttony, When I lived in the fields of fathomless cotton; all that I could ever dream of was immaculate pieces of silken cloth; an infinite ensemble of gaudy cloth hung tantalizingly in the showrooms, When I lived in the voluptuous coagulation of ominous black clouds; all that I could ever dream of was tumultuous streaks of thunder lightening; ferocious droplets of sparkling rain pelting incessantly on the trajectory of this earth, When I lived in the pristine oyster; all that I could ever dream of was the boundless assembly of glowing pearls; the exorbitant opulence and glamour encapsulating the neck of every princess, When I lived in the scalp; all that I could ever dream of tons of animated hair drifting in the direction of the breeze; incomprehensible granules of disdainful dandruff feasting merrily on the skull, When I lived in raw mud; all that I could ever dream of was clusters of grass sprouting out in rampant tandem; the hideous snakes and worms crawling furtively into their respective burrows at night, When I lived in the automobile tyre; all that I could ever dream of was several bellows of freshly trapped air; electric speeds enveloping me every second as the car galloped into the jagged necklace of hills, When I lived in the lap of my mother; all that I could ever dream of was my nostalgic childhood; the moments of inexorable mischief that I had executed while pulling her nose; incorrigibly refraining to study when she scolded me, When I lived in the Omnipotent statue of the Almighty creator; all that I could ever dream of was the entire Universe; the magnificent beauty that he had evolved to admire; the astounding prowess that he had endowed upon every human being to create an entity possessing his own blood, And when I lived in the heart of my beloved; all that I could ever dream was pure love; drowning in the aisles of her ravishing romance; blending my impoverished soul in the stream of her passionate breath to exist blissfully in this life; as well as many more lives to come…

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YOUR HEART WAS THE BEST Your hair were as vivacious as the pelting drops of rain; cascading tantalizingly over your petite shoulders, Your eyes were as voluptuous as freshly extracted red wine; drowning me in an ocean of unparalleled enchantment, Your feet were as intricate as the daintily glistening stars; engendering me to worship them incessantly in meek obeisance, Your hands were the sole source of my destiny; with their resplendent softness sending shivers down my spine as they gently caressed me, Your lips were like mesmerizing fountains of golden honey; putting me into a celestial stupor with their fleet of enigmatic tunes, Your skin was as silken as pure cow milk; metamorphosing into tinges of passionate scarlet as you strolled past my side, Your fingers were as beautiful as the rudimentary tree roots; exotically igniting unburned fires in my persona as they weaved through my scalp, Your teeth were a formidable fortress of magnificent ivory; prominently depicting the most fascinating of smiles that I had ever perceived in this world, Your voice was sweeter than the most melodious of cuckoo; pacifying my conglomerate of profoundly agitated nerves better than the best of painkiller, Your cheeks were as tangy as the ravishing cluster of crimson cherries; portraying your incredulously sweet aura even in the most horrendously appalling darkness, Your neck was as flexible as the undulating waves of the ocean; turning instantaneously to even the most minuscule of my command, Your sweat was as golden as the glittering slabs of gold; sparkling gorgeously under belligerent rays of the fiery Sun, Your stomach was as sensuous as the bathing shark; fomenting me to wake up in utter bewilderment; even from the midst of impregnably deep sleep, Your ears were as sharp as the mystically beaked owl; intricately deciphering even the most incoherent of my whispers, Your armpits were like the entrance to divine heaven; enticing me incorrigibly to take shelter under their 482

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stupendously alluring grace, Your tongue was like the fabulously redolent rose; flooding my dead veins with inexorable exhilaration as it slurped white pints of titillating champagne, Your blood was like the flamboyant island of Sun; incinerating the inferno of love simmering in my veins to animatedly leap towards the sky, Your countenance was like the Royal princess; immortally bonding me in the invincible arms of your unfathomable desire, And your heart was the best in the entire cosmos; throbbing indefatigably without the slightest of rest; throbbing relentlessly even in the most gruesomely dismal of situation; more importantly than all; throbbing louder than ferocious thunder in the sky when it witnesses me; as it only and irrefutably mine…

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SIMPLY NOT ENOUGH When I held a fat slab of wax in blistering fire; it painstakingly melted as the passionate flames kissed its dainty periphery; eventually reducing to a pool of solitary liquid,’ When I held a trunk of seasoned wood in blazing waves of orange fire; the timber mercilessly charred into embers of raw ash; as the seconds unveiled by and the heat augmented to tumultuous proportions, When I held a mountain of blank paper in the menacing swirl of the pugnacious fire; all that was left of them was profoundly black soot; inconspicuous threads of fluff as the vicious plumes licked them from all sides, When I held a field of silky cotton in the sweltering ball of fire; the magnificent cloth evaporated into a thick cloud of white smoke; blended with the open sky as the fire galloped at the fire galloped at fierce pace, When I held a dungeon of gold biscuits and jewels in the belligerent hell of fire; all that remained after a few seconds; was a golden stream of orphaned pale yellow; that floated unceremoniously through the granules of soil, When I held a cluster of ravishing fruits and succulent berries in the heart of the vindictively escalating fire; there was onerous difficulty to search even for the seeds; a few minutes after the hostile flames attacked from all sides, When I held a conglomerate of coiled wires in the ominous conflagration of unrelenting fire; all that was left after a while was dilapidated fragments of shattered metal; overwhelmingly disrupted by the towering heat, When I held a cabin of scintillating glass in the forest of inexorably savage fire; the same people who used to throng it incessantly to admire their tantalizing silhouettes; now ran miles away after sighting their horrendously distorted reflection, When I held a fleet of swanky automobile in the center of the whirlwind speed fire; there was a deafeningly thunderous bang that occurred; and what once seemed to be the princely cavalcade of cars now exploded and 484

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disappeared into plumes of black smoke, When I held a festoon of scarlet roses in the repugnant blanket of brutal fire; all that remained after fractions seconds of time was inconspicuous globules of ash; and the scent which was once supremely redolent now resembled that emanating from the morbid graveyard, When I held an ocean of sweet milk in flamboyant wisps of fire; an obnoxiously burnt stench blended with the still atmosphere; and the solvent which once was ubiquitously known all round the globe for its superlatively salubrious properties; the impregnable strength it imparted after consuming it; now appeared like threateningly dark paint dribbling down slowly from the walls, When I held a sac of robust potatoes in the thick of fulminating fire; all that I got to eat after an hour was gruesomely charred stone; pathetic slices of dust that arose in bountiful amounts all around, When I held the majestic tusks of elephant in the throes of the animatedly leaping fire; all that remained after a day was diminutive shells of utterly hopeless despair; being swept away with even the most tiniest draught of wind, When I held the royal castle in the middle of the agonizingly volatile fire; the place replicated a barren farmland after a few days; and people trespassing around thought that something fresh needed to be constructed; that some crops needed to be freshly sowed, When I held the exorbitantly opulent bank in the agitated island of springing fire; the unfathomable notes of currency wailed in inevitable gloom; and what was once a colossal storehouse for satisfying the most infinitesimal of people's needs; now lay buried several feet beneath the dust, When I held an insurmountably long rope of tangy toothpaste in the entrenchment of boiling fire; there initially wafted an incomprehensibly poignant aroma in the air; soon to be replaced by winds of rotten fish scent, When I held a mammoth box of matchsticks in the body of venomously rising fire; there reverberated a noise that was greater than a thousand bombs; as the sticks incinerated instantaneously into a cloudburst of unending flames; irrevocably refraining to subside, When I held a billion follicles of mesmerizing hair in the belly of acrimoniously stringent fire; the 485

resultant fibers that came out were so profoundly scarred; that even the ghoulish faced witch refrained to adorn them, But when I held me and my beloved in the core of the same treacherous fire; its flames no doubt pulverized our bodies to a pair of frugal bones; but were simply not enough make even the slightest of dent on our immortal love; the perpetual harmony and bliss in which our souls existed for unsurpassable times together; even after our death…

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LIVING DEAD Blind me gruesomely for life; emptying the entire canister of piquant red chili powder into my innocuous eyes, Cut each of my fingers mercilessly; with the hostile pair of cleavers gleaming menacingly beside the kitchen sink, Ridicule me severely in public; ostracizing me for my plethora of misdeeds; stripping me naked in the heart of the city, Break a bulky cluster of rotten eggs on my scalp; giving me dead scorpion stuffed between stale bread; to forcefully munch for breakfast, Snap the brakes of my car deliberately before I left in the morning; so that the automobile plummeted horrendously into the steep valley; eventually exploding and charring me into a cloud of black plumes, Hurl a battalion of abuses at me every night before I drifted into tranquil sleep; addressing me by ghastly names that I had never envisaged in the wildest of my dreams, Spit at me all the saliva loitering freely in your mouth; vomiting on my face all the foul food which you had consumed for lunch last afternoon, Put a slab of pugnacious thorns beneath my head; instead of the fir coated and silken pillow, Give me acid to drink instead of mineral water; uncouthly assassinating the intricate intestines encompassed within my stomach, Completely empty my bank account; spending each penny of my hard earned money on bombastic clothes you cherished and adored, Kick me in my rear like a stray dog wandering on the streets; ordering me to run to the most minuscule of your commands even after midnight, Pummel me brutally in my stomach; banging your fists relentlessly into my chest; just a minute after I was released from the operation room, Slash my writs with your heinous nails; ordering me to speak for you every time you opened your mouth, Pour boiling tea directly on my tender lap; instead of letting it harmoniously cascade into the cup 487

stringently clasped in my hands, Sketch mortifying cartoons of my visage on the walls; displaying them proudly to every visitor who frequented our dwelling, Keep inscrutably smiling at me when I was inundated with work; hiding my importantly indispensable files far away from sight, Scream hysterically in my ears; fomenting them to rip apart in barbaric disarray; puncturing austerely through my sensitive membranes, Corrupt the mind of my child against me with appalling tales; telling him that I was a cold blooded criminal; when infact I was an ordinary sage, Try and strangulate my neck umpteenth number of times in a day; endeavoring your best to extricate the last iota of breath trapped in my lungs, Whip me for indefatigable number of hours with your broomstick; commanding me to walk upside down with my hands clinging to my ears, But please O! beloved, don’t ever leave me and go; for this painful ordeal that I underwent every day was far less than the living dead I would become; if you suddenly left me…

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YOU WERE REALLY VERY BEAUTIFUL Everyday I admired your enchanting lips a 1000 times; wholesomely drowning myself into the voluptuous sheen of their luscious excitement, Everyday I admired your silken hair a 1000 times; profoundly lost in their ravishing swirl as they mystically swished, Everyday I admired your dainty fingers a 1000 times; envisaging them to be the sweetest honey ever existing or found on the trajectory of this earth, Everyday I admired your rosy tongue a 1000 times; perceiving its supremely tantalizing taste; the tons of tangy saliva it encapsulated in its delectable chamber, Everyday I admired your emphatic eyes a 1000 times; witnessing my reflection as pellucid as scintillating diamonds in their compassionate moistness, Everyday I admired your seductive voice a 1000 times; thoroughly astounded by the unsurpassable eloquence in your words; the stupendous cadence in your sound, Everyday I admired your immaculate ears a 1000 times; possessing an insatiable urge to whisper into them gently as time unveiled, Everyday I admired your captivating belly a 1000 times; exploring its titillating contours voraciously with my slender hands, Everyday I admired your incomprehensibly alluring eyelashes a 1000 times; kissing them nimbly with my lips; their incessant fluttering engendering me to go right back into my nostalgic childhood, Everyday I admired your petite toes a 1000 times; incredulously relishing the tinkling sound of your silver chains; the moon white disposition of your majestic nails, Everyday I admired your celestially sculptured shadow a 1000 times; bathing my impoverished persona in the enamoring intrigue it generated as soon as I transgressed it by, Everyday I admired your superlatively piquant nose a 1000 times; adored it for indefatigable number of hours; blending myself wholesomely with the moist breath that fervently flowed across my cheek, Everyday I admired your compassionately tiny fists a 489

1000 times; trying to decipher my destiny in the lines impregnated firmly within, Everyday I admired your inevitably magnificent skin a 1000 times; sighting your flesh metamorphose from stark white to profusely crimson; on boundless number of occasions in a single day, Everyday I admired your ingratiatingly imprisoning stare a 1000 times; locking my eyes for eternity into the ocean of invincible agony that you harbored, Everyday I admired your majestically royal yawn a 1000 times; besieging my cowardly demeanor with waves of unparalleled excitement; as infinite shivers passed down my spine, Everyday I admired your irrefutably golden sweat a 1000 times; relishing its poignant odor to the pinnacle of my hearts content, Everyday I admired your flirtatiously dimpled chin a 1000 times; enticing me like a shooting star from the galaxy; to uncontrollably plummet down from the sky, Everyday I admired your natural perfume a 1000 times; basking in its glorious aroma till I transited into a heavenly stupor; waking up only to find it tickling me all over again, Everyday I admired your heartbeat a 1000 times; unprecedentedly enthralled at the turbulent flames they evoked in my chest, And I have no inhibitions whatsoever in saying that as I got up the next day; I still admired your beautiful countenance a 1001st time; as you were the only girl of my dreams; you were really very beautiful…

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MAD The dog was mad after the bone; could run any degree of distance to capsize it in his greedy mouth, The fish was mad after salty water; was ready to fight the preposterously mighty shark in order to swim in an ambience of coral and glistening coral weeds, The squirrel was mad after the succulently delicious nut; nibbling it with great fervor after she had firmly entangled it between her famished jaws, The vulture was mad after satanic chunks of dead meat; soared unrelentingly in circles over the morbid graveyard; all throughout the day and each minute of the starlit night, The ant was mad after orphaned bits of fermented bread; crawling on the same with a whole army of its friends; tearing apart its body with untamed gusto, The desert sands were mad after sparkling water; made the ominous conglomerate of black clouds their best friends; wailed in unison to shower upon their disastrously parched surface; with torrential sheets of rain, The pen was mad after pools of sapphire blue fountain ink; harbored a perennial desire to embed barren paper with boundless lines of free verse, The bird was mad after its cluster of innocuous eggs; inexorably stayed awake the entire night guarding them against the tiniest of evil; imparting them the compassionate warmth to hatch into mesmerizing fledglings, The watch was mad after its pairs of needles; which incessantly ticked all day and night; producing a daintily gurgling sound as each second unleashed by, The chimpanzee was mad after the raw sheaf of green bananas; peeling a second one of its salubrious pulpy skin; even before he had properly gobbled down the first one down, The cat was mad after its bowl of frosty milk; surreptitiously waited in the dark ceiling; for its chance to guzzle down the liquid at insane speeds, The mongoose was mad after the venomous snake; tremendously relishing even the slightest of opportunity to imprison one in its jaws; rip apart the diabolical hood and the river of venom; to have a feast under the tenacious moon, The veins were mad after scarlet streams of blood; 491

wanted them at any cost to circulate rampantly through their body; render them with robust health and overwhelming gratification, The tongue was mad after voice; had this insatiable urge to speak every minute; bask in the pompous glory of the flurry of sounds it generated, The sky was mad after its iridescent blanket of stars; wanted every divinely night of its to be studded with infinite shimmering jewels of their kind, The witch was mad after new born children; slurped its mouth in unfathomable ecstasy when she saw a healthy baby being born on this globe, The drunkard was mad after opulent bottles of cherry wine; banging his feet; uncouthly tearing his head apart in frustration when he was denied access to his favorite elixir, The mosquito was mad after ripe flesh; indefatigably tyrannizing blissfully sleeping angels with its obnoxiously repelling sting, The cow was mad after leafy mountains of green grass; painstakingly munching it all throughout the day to wholesomely appease its sacrosanct senses, The mother was mad after her child; starving her stomach to unprecedented limits; in order to feed her impeccable infant, The Creator was mad after this entire Universe; articulately synchronizing and governing the movement of each tangible and intangible being; ensuring that the essence of life remained for immortal times, And I was mad after my beloved; wildly captivated in the bonds of her flamboyantly fiery love; blending with her moist breath since countless births gone; and countless more births to unveil…

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JUST ONE STARE OF HERS Just one smile of hers; was enough to make me forget my ocean of unprecedented sorrow, Just one tear of hers; was enough to make me melt in meek submission on the cold ground, Just one word of hers; was enough to make me perceive the entire Universe; drown into an ocean of boundless enchantment, Just one dimple of hers; was enough to make me profoundly admire beauty; uninhibitedly engulf myself into a fabulous paradise, Just one shadow of hers; was enough to make me solve all enigmas of life; immensely simplify my incredulously complicated existence, Just one finger of hers; was enough to make me become oblivious to my entire body; become completely immune to the most bizarre of pain, Just one hair of hers; was enough to make me imagine the most spell binding images incarcerated in this world; the ravishing softness and poignant melody lingering in the atmosphere, Just one lip of hers; was enough to make me swirl in tumultuously passionate desire; make me perpetually long for sweet nectar entrapped in the golden beehives, Just one shout of hers; was enough to make me forget all my fears; stand like an invincible fortress in the way of whatever was trying to invidiously harm her, Just one leg of hers; was enough to make me astoundingly gasp; ignite dormant infernos sleeping lazily in my soul, Just one whistle of hers; was enough to make me ecstatically dance; gyrate my body uncontrollably under the pearly midnight moon, Just one tongue of hers; was enough to make me gruesomely famished; long for all the tantalizing food that sizzled on this planet, Just one fist of hers; was enough to make me envisage about all the muscle that wandered on this globe; generated impregnable power in my supremely dreary bones, Just one eye of hers; was enough to make me indulge in astronomically flirtatious mischief; tease the grass stalks and whatever else came my way; as I languidly trespassed on chocolate brown soil, 493

Just one look of hers; was enough to make me to forget my reflection; profusely blend myself with the titillating mascara adorning her lashes, Just one scent of hers; was enough to make me to condemn all other perfume; inhale her enamoring persona for fathomless decades to unleash, Just one breath of hers; was enough to make me swoon on the ground; transform into a celestial reverie for times immemorial, Just one heart beat of hers; was enough to make me overwhelmingly love; gather all the strength and tenacity required to fight for existence, And just one stare of hers; was enough to make me relinquish palpable life; pack my bag for the royal heavens and die…

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THE CAVITY WAS PURELY MINE Each building had boundless floors; but for me the best floor was the floor on which she resided; danced in tireless exuberance and untamed passion every unfurling hour, Each city had boundless roads; but for me the best road was the one on which she trespassed; purifying the soil on which she tread with her sacrosanct footsteps, Each garden had boundless roses; but for me the best rose was the one she caressed; left her exotic perfume lingering mystically upon its enchanting persona, Each tree had boundless branches; but for me the best branch was the one on which she sat; imparting it her compassionate warmth and stupendously charismatic grace, Each dictionary had boundless words; but for me the best word was the one she uttered; explicitly pronounced it with majestic authority, Each cloud in the cosmos showered boundless droplets of rain; but for me the best droplet was the one that drenched her completely; made her look even more voluptuous in the creamy shine of the moonlit night, Each kite had boundless strings; but for me the best string was the one which she adroitly pulled; fomenting the canvas to escalate with handsome supremacy in the boisterous packet of fervent air, Each day had boundless minutes; but for me the best minute was the one in which she smiled; profoundly illuminated the abysmally dreary atmosphere with the rhapsody circulating in her countenance, Each light had boundless rays; but for me the best ray was the one which fell on her gorgeously hazel eyes; providing my miserably defeated body with the inevitable rejuvenation and tenacity it badly wanted, Each mountain had boundless slopes; but for me the best slope was the one on which she ebulliently wandered; metamorphosing its barren demeanor into one with fecund and bountiful fertility, Each bank had boundless notes; but for me the best note was the one which she hoisted; granting it the magical prowess of proliferating at electric speeds on its very own, Each river had boundless streams; but for me the best stream was the one in which she bathed; sending 495

uncontrollable shivers down my spine when I sighted her tantalizingly ravishing hair, Each cactus had boundless thorns; but for me the best thorn was the one she inadvertently pricked; as I got an infinitesimally minuscule chance; the supreme privilege of bonding with her droplet of poignantly crimson blood, Each train had boundless windows; but for me the best window was the one in which she sighted her royal reflection; gave a new definition to beauty as she uninhibitedly admired the fabulously fleeting scenery, Each hand had boundless lines; but for me the best line was the one she traced; deciphered its deeply enigmatic meaning; the bearing it would have on future life, Each rainbow had boundless shades; but for me the best shade was the one which she adored; bounced with unprecedented jubilation as it pilfered in through her pellucid bedroom glass, Each school had boundless children; but for me the best child was the one she lifted in her egalitarian arms; deluging its innocuous ears with tales of mystical mankind, Each skin had boundless hair; but for me the best hair was the one she ardently stroked; triggering a catharsis of fiery emotions to naturally emit out, Each showroom had boundless clothes; but foe me the best fabric was the one she wore on her superlatively impeccable body; the one which diffused her mesmerizing fragrance for centuries unsurpassable, And each heart had boundless cavities; but for me the best cavity was the one which immortally incarcerated her love; and as a matter of fact I was irrefutably proud to state that in this case; the cavity belonged only to me; the cavity was purely mine…

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I KNEW HER BETTER THAN I KNEW MY BREATH I knew her better than I knew the lines of my palm; which I sighted unrelentingly each minute of the day, I knew her better than I knew my ability to voraciously talk; explicitly uttering more than a million sentences a day, I knew her better than I knew the complexion of my skin; the rubicund tinge and the robust glow that I had overwhelmingly enjoyed since many years, I knew her better than I knew my shadow; the inscrutably enchanting form that had been following me since eternity; in brilliant shades of sunlight, I knew her better than I knew the food trapped in my dainty stomach; the appetizing blend of roasted vegetables and fruit juice that I had consumed just a few minutes ago, I knew her better than I knew my conglomerate of fortified bones; incorporating loads of impregnable strength, I knew her better than I knew my eyes; the unfathomable hours they could remain awake; sight and prudently discern astounding beauty wandering in this vast Universe, I knew her better than I knew my crimson blood; the voluptuous stream that painstakingly gushed out; when I scraped against an acrimonious thorn, I knew her better than I knew my legs; the robust pinches of exhilaration encapsulated inside; the fervent longing besieging them to shrug all inhibitions and thunderously run, I knew her better than I knew my silver sweat; the rhapsodic perspiration that ran down my arms; every time I conquered new summits in life, I knew her better than I knew my mystical whisper; the hushed tones in which I furtively communicated with my sacrosanct Creator every morning as I woke up from sedate sleep, I knew her better than I knew my deafening yawn; the laziness that rampantly permeated my persona; after toiling the entire day under sweltering rays of the pugnacious Sun, I knew her better than I knew my ambitions; the 497

insatiable urge in my demeanor to blatantly trespass over acrid milestones, I knew her better than I knew my luscious lips; the tantalizing charm that camouflaged them; made them the darling of whomsoever who caressed their lingering softness, I knew her better than I knew my fortress of scintillating teeth; the inevitable tenacity they possessed to scrupulously crunch the meal of their choice, I knew her better than I knew my ability to relentlessly write; emboss spell binding verses of blossoming poetry every early morning and late night, I knew her better than I knew the noise produced when I clapped; harmoniously united both hands of mine to inundate the still ambience with triumphant sound, I knew her better than I knew my heart beat; the infinite number of times in a day it turbulently palpitated; the volatile energy it imparted to my dreary soul to inch forward and holistically survive, And I knew her better than I knew my breath; the very minuscule draught of air which I had inhaled unsurpassable number of times since the time I was born; infact the very reason that I was merrily writing and living today….

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GAME OF LOVE I played a game of soccer; kicking the rotund football with rampant frenzy; when I felt the muscles in my feet were pertinently aching, I played a game of cricket; swishing the cherry shaped ball boundless feet out of the oval ground; when I felt that the disdainful cluster of knots building up in my hands were raring to be wholesomely released, I played a game of basketball; levitating my feet countless inches from the ground to find the sweet spot of the crisscrossed net; when I felt an insatiable urge in my persona to be as tall as the lanky building, I played a game of cards; manipulatively dealing the resplendent paper across the furry table; when I felt that the currency in my pocket was rapidly diminishing; and I didn’t want to slog it under the sweltering heat of the midday Sun, I played a game of long tennis; articulately maneuvering my gaudy racket all round the court; when I felt that an unrelenting urge to defeat my horrendous adversary, I played a game of wind sailing; dexterously steering my long clothed boat against a battalion of turbulently tangy ocean waves; when I felt the exhilaration evaporating at swashbuckling speeds from my veins; an incorrigible spell of dull sleep besieging my slender framework of bones, I played a game of chess; ingeniously moving my pieces on the enigmatically checkered board; when I felt that the dead cells in my mind; the dolorous stagnancy in my demeanor needed that captivating rejuvenation, I played a game of hide and seek; flirtatiously camouflaging myself behind the bushes away from the sight of my girl; when I felt mystical pangs of naughty mischief mildly caress my soul, I played a game of table tennis; bashing the hollow plastic with fervent intensity virtually into my opponents face; when I felt that my ears were dying to hear that ping pong sound which so delectably made them oblivious to this mundane world, I played a game of swimming; passionately waving my arms to emulate a silver dolphin in the pool; when I felt that the skin enveloping my body was dying a premature death; the hair on my back had slept long 499

ago, I played a game of long jump; escalating my whole body to stupendous heights over the flimsy bar; when I felt a tingling sensation in my mind to conquer the acrimonious flurry of hurdles, I played a game of hockey; careening the round marble with my stick right into the heart of the goal; when I felt that the food in my stomach was rotting to hell; needed some indispensable activity to be harmoniously digested, I played a game of ice skating; gliding as smoothly as a white eagle across the frozen coat of scintillating snow; when I felt that an celestial urge to cover marathon miles without a single walk or run, I played a game of sword fighting; audaciously clanging pugnacious metal with metal under the pearly rays of the full moonlight; when I felt that my senses wanted to duplicate the royal king; adopt his supremely oligarchic techniques to savor the flavor of majestic life, I played a game of crossword puzzle; meticulously synchronizing and arranging a fleet of alphabets in chronological rows in order to make prudent sense; when I felt that I needed to inevitably brush up my fading vocabulary; before it entirely disappeared with the passing clouds, I played a game of staring; looking inexorably into my partners eyes till God himself descended on this earth ordered them to close; when I felt that the tenacity in vision was getting hazier by the unfurling minute; the lazy obscurity could almost make me blind, I played a game of billiards; stroking the white beacon handsomely with my rosewood stick; when I felt wanted to uninhibitedly feast my eyes on the island of fur coated green; make the table compassionately resonate under the weight of my magnificent ivory rod, I played a game of whistling; melodiously deluging the perpetually still ambience with a compendium of ravishing tunes; when I intransigently felt that my lips do the talking instead of my fat tongue, I played a game of screaming; shouting explosively over the contemporary mike; when I felt that my nimble voice took decades to be heard; and people turned an abysmally deaf ear; everytime I spoke, I played a game of snakes and ladders; wistfully tossing the dice to climb the perilous mountain; when I felt that I had become overwhelmingly mature; needed to revive my nostalgic memories; go right back into 500

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innocuous childhood, And I played a game of love; ardently embracing my beloved; drowning myself in mind; body; spirit and soul into the cloud of her enchanting romance; to live life blissfully; allow several others of my kind to do the same in the infinite moments yet to unveil; the years still to come….

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IN ORDER TO SIGN THE BOND OF LOVE In order to sign the bombastic chequebook; I used an ink resembling pure sapphire pearls, In order to sign the hotel guestbook; I used an ink suckled from freshly tantalizing Mountain mud, In order to sign the dreaded terrorist's death sentence; I used an ink extracted from venomous reptile skins, In order to sign the blissful peace treaty between neighboring continents; I used an ink extracted from poignantly delectable raspberry, In order to sign my best friends palm; I used an ink withdrawn from astoundingly tangy lemon, In order to sign on the innocuous student's annual examination paper; I used an ink extracted from the austerely scarlet rose, In order to sign in the official company register; I used an ink of nimble light blue, In order to sign on the ragged village wall; I used an ink suckled from indigenous cowdung, In order to sign on the baby's cheeks; I used an ink of wholesomely impeccable and sacrosanct cow milk, In order to sign on the dead man's will; I used an ink extracted from the perpetually silent and ghoulish owl, In order to sign on the ingeniously written scientist's thesis; I used an ink of contemporary silver and slippery mercury, In order to sign on the celestially embossed marriage invitation; I used an ink extricated from the fabulously gorgeous pink lotus, In order to sign on my salary increment application; I used an ink of intractably adhering black paint, In order to sign on the overwhelmingly confidential presidential document; I used an ink of glittering emerald green; evacuated from the fossils loitering in tandem on the century old ocean bed, In order to sign the artist's majestic painting; I used an ink extracted from royally curled oligarchic peacock quills, In order to sign the horrendously corrupt politician's ordeal; I used an ink of exorbitantly cheap and stinking gutter water, 502

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In order to sign the aristocratically woven recommendation letter; I used an ink imprisoned in the heart of the marvelously radiating oyster, In order to sign the gardeners pending bills; I used an ink extracted from ravishingly fresh green grass, In order to sign the feeble patient's crisp hospital vouchers; I used an ink of the most stringent antiseptic, In order to sign the film star's swanky autobiography; I used an ink resembling glamorous diamonds sparkling tenaciously in the garish showroom, In order to sign the birth certificate of the immaculate tied orphan for securing admission in playtime nursery; I used an ink extracted from the vividly vivacious cluster of red cherry, In order to sign the magicians insurmountably enigmatic visiting card; I used an ink extracted from mystical blueberry herb, And in order to sign the bond of love; the pact of immortal romance between me and my beloved; I used an ink of my very own and profusely passionate crimson blood…

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THE WAVE OF LOVE It was a wave that besieged me with the agony of supremely passionate desire; augmenting violently as every second unfurled, It was a wave that embedded in me unprecedented exhilaration; fomented me to dance ecstatically under tenacious beams of silvery moonlight, It was a wave that uncannily struck my senses; induced in me an insatiable yearning to stare into open space, It was a wave that engendered me to sweat incessantly; dream bombastically all throughout the lengthy night, It was a wave that made me run barechested on the crowded street; shrugging all my sanctimonious inhibitions into thin air, It was a wave that made me completely oblivious to the unveiling of time; made me relinquish all prospects of spurious growth in the profoundly professional and mundane world, It was a wave that made me bask in the glory of the stupendously cool atmosphere; the air which I previously considered to be disastrously sultry and hot, It was a wave that enveloped my impoverished persona like an overwhelmingly turbulent cyclone; gobbling me unsparingly in its impregnable swirl,’ It was a wave that took away all my hunger; and yet rendered me craving for more and more morsels of food, It was a wave that triggered me to bathe in passionate perspiration; even in the midst of the austerely cascading snow, It was a wave that made me abdicate all my prudence and discerning ability; propelling me to walk enthusiastically even on the diabolically toothed shark, It was a wave that made me wholesomely immune to the most deadliest of snakes crawling in vicinity; fervently awaiting an opportunity to strike me with their dangerously venomous fangs, It was a wave which stole all my sagacious memory; made me entirely forget my delectable surrounding; my very own complete name, It was a wave which pierced me like an electric bullet; jolted me from the thick of blissful sleep; well past after wee hours of the lonely midnight, 504

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It was a wave which caused me to make several trips to the mental asylum; as I was utterly unable to speak any other word except one, It was a wave which drowned me totally into an ocean of seductive fantasy; one which simply didn’t seem to have a definite end, It was a wave which blended with my blood faster than any liquid or food could coagulate; imparting me with a Herculean stamina that no force on this earth could ever dream to curb, It was a wave which viciously increased the pace of my heart; made it audible to even the birds perched right on the summit of the colossal treetops, It was a wave which voluptuously tantalized me till my last breath; evoked infinite gooze-bumps to creep up my body as each day stumbled into fiery night, It was a wave which mesmerized me so deeply; that I literally forgot that I had an entity of my own; that there was a melodiously enthralling voice blatantly subdued in the chamber of my moistened throat, It was a wave which had no caste; religion; color or ostentatious creed; swept me off the ground like a frigidly timid broomstick, It was a wave which had no dimension or length; instilled in my blood a robust cheer that amplified leaps and bounds by the unfolding minute, It was a wave which perpetually swelled; kept on igniting the inferno of uncontrollable desire; for countless centuries to unveil in the center of my heart, It was a wave which had made me deplorably blind; as I tripped embarrassingly on every step that I took; even before I could hoist my tender feet, It was a wave which had no head; no tail; no significant entity; yet had the unfathomable prowess of luring me with its charm; the instant it nimbly caressed me, It was a wave which enticed me from the pinnacle of solitary boredom; set my life to a heavenly blissful and happy pace, It was a wave which imparted my eyes with a divinely glow; that levitated to unimaginable heights as the clock sped by, It was a wave which made time tick past at astounding speeds; and the stages of gloomy remorse which once stabbed me like a million needles; not got replaced by a wistful longing for more moments in every day, It was a wave which never crashed against the chain of 505

satanic rocks; immortally kept titillating me with its poignant ebullience, It was a wave which made me pathetically flounder at every little aspect of life; yet emerge out victorious as the supremely unconquerable winner, It was a wave which taught me to embrace a person; trespassing intrepidly across pompous barricades of the orthodox society, It was a wave which initiated me to believe in things that I had nonchalantly dismissed before; more importantly made me believe in the Omnipotent aura of God, It was a wave which had the indefatigable power to defeat the entire Universe single handed; reign supreme over all the wealth and power for times immemorial, It was a wave which made me stagger on just one thought for eternity; exasperated all those around me; wherever I went, It was a wave which was more fragrant than the most incredulous of scent; ardently tickled the inner most rudiments of my reckless conscience, It was a wave which impregnated my demeanor with spell bounding magic; metamorphosing everything I felt and softly brushed into glittering gold, It was a wave which gave me the freedom to speak what I wanted; perceive the most unconventional conditions engulfing monotonous life, It was a wave which made me realize that I had a definite purpose to fulfill; induced in me an unsurpassable desire to lead life, And the most special thing about it was; that it was a wave which inevitably cast its ingratiating charm on every youth of my kind; incarcerating trembling bodies in the current of its fathomless volatile energy; for it was none other than THE WAVE OF LOVE….

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I WANTED TO IMMORTALLY RESIDE I didn’t want a place in your ostentatiously embellished fabric; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your violently throbbing heart instead, I didn’t want a place in your voluptuously lingering mascara; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your mesmerizing eye instead, I didn’t want a place in the pompous vermilion coated on your forehead; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your ingenious brain instead, I didn’t want a place in your sleazily glittering nailpolish; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the center of your palm instead, I didn’t want a place in the delectably fluffs of shampoo overflowing seductively from your scalp; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your tantalizingly black and ravishing hair instead, I didn’t want a place in the resplendent chain encapsulating your belly; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the cushioned interiors of your robust stomach instead, I didn’t want a place in the golden glasses of wine which were kept on your mantelpiece; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the stupendously fragrant sweat which oozed down your arms instead, I didn’t want a place in your alluringly deceptive lipstick; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your lusciously pink lips instead, I didn’t want a place in your slender network of boundlessly huge veins; I infact wanted to reside in the crimson streams of your blood instead, I didn’t want a place in the smoke that engulfed you at all times of the day; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your ardently passionate breath instead, I didn’t want a place in your exorbitantly costly designer shoe; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your celestial feet instead, I didn’t want a place in your opalescent pair of vanity earrings; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your daintily dangling ears instead, I didn’t want a place in the armory of diamonds which incessantly glowed on your petite fingers; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your tightly clasped and fervent fists instead, I didn’t want a place in the voice that floated from 507

your persona for a few seconds and then disappeared into obsolete oblivion; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your incredulously rosy tongue instead, I didn’t want a place in the shimmering chain of silver enveloping your elongated neck; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the profoundly mystically valley of your throat instead, I didn’t want a place in the grandiloquently jewel studded watch camouflaging your wrists; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the pulse that indefatigably palpitated beneath your sparkling skin instead, I didn’t want a place in the astoundingly appetizing granules of food you consumed several times in a single day; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your immaculately scintillating teeth instead, I didn’t want a place in the spuriously spongy car seat in which you sat; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the most volatile of your fantasy; the most fabulously titillating of your dreams instead, And I didn’t want a place in every person whom you encountered on the streets in your struggle for existence each day and night; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your euphorically palpable life instead…

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THE NIGHT WAS STILL ALIVE The butter was still fresh; with adorable crusts of cream oozing poignantly from its molten persona, The rose was still blossoming; with its ravishing redolence reinvigorating everything around in dull atmosphere, The stream was still gushing at electric speeds; with its gurgling waters diffusing into spell binding froth after clashing against the chain of ecstatic rocks, The peacock was still dancing; with its feathers spread wildly wide to a completely full and exotically animated plumage, The grass blades were still awake; with glistening dew drops now enigmatically caressing their intricate visage, The stars still twinkled in the sky; with the magnificent white beams of light casting a majestic spell on the body of pathetically scorched earth, The leaves still vibrantly rustled with the wind; inscrutably whispering their nostalgic tales of day; their stupendously enamoring anecdotes of the past, The lion still roared euphorically; puncturing the sedate ambience with an uncanny thrill that was never experienced before, The nightingale still sang its melodious rhymes; captivating every tangible and intangible entity with the fascinating melody in its sound, The clouds still collided in the sky; pelting droplets of rejuvenating rain in tumultuous fury, The ducks still floated in the serene pond; fomenting blissful ripples to spread infectiously around; profoundly enlightening the night with their flurry of boisterous quacks, The chameleon still fluttered its ominous tail; tantalizingly changing color; splendidly blending with the surrounding it went, The mammoth stacks of green chili were still flaming; violently embodying the area around with a distinctly piquant odor; a scent that could bring life into the dead, The Moon still shone a tenacious white; with its creamy rays filtering a path through the stringently dolorous darkness, The chill still lingered pertinently; perpetuating infinite goose-bumps to inevitably creep up the body, 509

The horde of impeccable rabbits still frolicked in their burrows; playing hide and seek with the drifting clouds and shine, The preposterously fat python still slithered through the marshes; furtively awaiting to gobble its prey; in the clandestine darkness concealing his belly, The spider still spun its web; running at astounding speeds from one end to the other; producing marvelously shimmering silk with its slime, C'mon let's enjoy ourselves to the fullest O! beloved; bask in the aisles of uninhibited desire and romance; for the night was still young; the darkness had set blazing fire to our senses; the night was still alive…

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YOU WERE IN MY EVERY HEARTBEAT You were in every step that I took; caressing the earth softly with my indigenously sculptured feet, You were in every smile that I executed; spreading a wave of unprecedented cheer in an atmosphere laden heavily with inexplicable gloom, You were in every promise that I made; impregnating impoverished demeanor's with heaps of fortification and rejuvenating assurance, You were in every challenge that I undertook; unequivocally proving my flamboyantly Herculean mettle in this world, You were in every kiss that I blew; deluging the drearily starved ambience with an ocean of passionate fantasy and fiery romance, You were in every image that I witnessed; marvelously embellishing and adorning even the most hideously insipid of sights wandering on this planet, You were in every yawn that I produced lazily at ethereal dawn; fomenting me to start the heavenly day with unparalleled exuberance in my body, You were in every word that I embodied with my own blood; making it more valuable than any amount of wealth ever found on this globe, You were in every tear that I shed; blissfully purifying the area you fell with the irrefutably philanthropic essence lingering in your soul, You were in every line that I sung; driving the last ounce of despair from my miserably shriveled and exhausted life, You were in every mischief that I played; transiting me back to my days of innocuous childhood; the unfathomable naughtiness circumventing my persona even today, You were in every punch that I imparted with my palms; augmenting my strength to astounding limits when I faced the ominously vicious and bad, You were in every tale that I had to recite; intransigently captivating the most ruthless of personality in the fervent intensity of our immortal love, You were in every droplet of my blood that flowed through my veins; giving it the status of being more cherished than the most boundless of ocean; more revered than the most holiest of liquid trickling in 511

this Universe, You were in every dream that I envisaged; making me the richest man on soil; sitting merely on my dingy hut's doorstep, You were in every scripture that I imbibed in life; metamorphosing me from a simple illiterate; to the most knowledgeable entity ever born, You were in every morsel of food that I ate in my quota of limited years; placating my uncontrollable hunger; with the mesmerizing grace of your tantalizing charm, You were in every breath that I inhaled; deluging and wholesomely encapsulating my lungs with the ardor to live, And you were in every beat that my heart took almost infinite times in a single day; triggering me with the insurmountable tenacity to fight life; find a place of my own to live amongst the pack of wolves that surrounded me every instant; the acrimonious bed of thorns surreptitiously waiting to gobble me; the moment I tread…

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I STILL FAILED To get out of the towering building; I used the golden escalators; slipping down like a harmoniously dying fountain, To get out of the dingily dark well; I used a thick rope as a tenacious pulley to hoist me from the imprisoned ambience into tangy free air, To get out of the flying aircraft; I used a buoyant parachute to blissfully cascade down on the verdant and perpetually green lawns, To get out of diabolical prison; I used an ingeniously intricate key to open the impregnably looming and savagely gleaming doors, To get out of the treacherous cave; I used the slim ceiling outlet timidly visible like frugal specks of dirt; from the place where I hopelessly crawled, To get out of the miserably stranded shores; I used a boat of overwhelmingly strong wood; and a swift pair of maneuverable oars, To get out of the blazing flames of blistering fire; I used umpteenth pails of water to douse them in rapid succession, To get out of the labyrinth of enigmatic tunnels and halls; I used the profoundly distinct chalk markings embossed on the walls; the shimmering magnetic compass which I held securely in my palms, To get out of the commercially busy and boisterous market; I used an ergonomically molded squashed bicycle to escort me into free space at astounding speeds, To get out of the spell binding ocean of sedative fantasy; I used a pail of abysmally freezing water to splash on my wholesomely lost and dreamy face, To get out of the baffling web of incredulous complications; I used the idol of my Sacrosanct Creator as the last and final respite, To get out of the obnoxiously hurting pair of claustrophobic shoes; I dexterously decoded the onerous armory of black lace lingering from its body, To get out of the perennial state of gloom hovering incorrigibly around my body; I used pulsating music to inundate my forlorn life with unprecedented ebullience and cheer, 513

To get out of the repetitive chain of thoughts which incessantly kept stabbing my mind like a million volcano’s; I blurted a simple word called "No"; banging it vociferously into the atmosphere, To get out of the intractably dark stains of dirt adhering to my flawless skin; I used a stringent carbolic to evaporate them into the land of worthless nothingness, To get out of the bottom of the deep ocean; save myself from the tyranny of ruthless drowning; I used my hands and legs prolifically to adroitly manipulate my way; smile merrily and swim, To get out of the bountifully blossoming scent of passionate rose; I used my nostrils to optimum effect; closing them intransigently with my fingers; to block my nose to the most inconspicuous of fragrance, To get out of this planet forever; I used a gleaming knife to slit my throat; eternally end the chapter of my baseless existence, But no matter how hard I tried; implemented infinite steps of veritable barbarism including the ones mentioned above; I still failed to get her out of my mind; and for each time I tried to forget her; her image became a million times more embedded in the very center of my mind; the very center of my life…

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HAD LEFT ME FOREVER The fires outside might be blazing ferociously towards the sky; charring even the most inconspicuous particle around in its tumultuously scorching swirl, But the fire inside my blood was simply unbearable; made me inevitably collapse towards the hard ground every minute. The temperature engulfing the atmosphere might be freezing below abysmally low limits; with ominous avalanches of snow hurtling like an augmenting balloon down the treacherous mountain slopes, But the enveloping my bones was simply unbearable; numbing me disastrously in every single aspect of blissful life. The thorns laden on the jungle soil might be staring acridly towards the dark blue sky; furtively awaiting innocuous feet to inadvertently trample over them; bleed and hurt, But the thorns in my chest were simply unbearable; viciously trying to strangulate me into ghastly emptiness every second. The voices lingering in the island of hell might be too appalling to describe; permeated the boundless expanse of cosmos with the wail of gruesomely wicked and salacious beasts, But the voices circulating in my mind were simply unbearable; fomented me to disdainfully stutter a billion times; on every thought I perceived; on every sentence I spoke. The images radiating out of the morbidly shattered mirror might be horrendous depictions of the diabolical devil; ready to pounce upon and uncouthly rip through innocent mankind, But the images that barbarically encompassed my brain were simply unbearable; drowned me into an ocean of blood; a sea of inexplicable misery; which I found virtually impossible to swim in and save my life. The darkness savagely embracing the day might be an unavoidable form of Gods creation; besieging the mesmerizing sights on this planet in its satanic shades of monstrous black, But the darkness which entrenched my eyes was simply unbearable; made me lead my days worse than the most severely blind; even though I had the most incredulously brilliant and perfect sight. 515

The smell emanating from the perpetually dead body might be profoundly stinking; causing one to vomit out all what he had consumed in the tenure of his life, But the smell encapsulating my rubicund skin was simply unbearable; suffocating me this very instant; when infact doctors had proclaimed me to be in perfect health; and for apparently no sin of mine. The businessman might have suffered gargantuan losses as the economy abruptly crashed down; sadly parting with his fathomless treasury of wealth; all what he had earned in life; within flash instants of time, But the losses that I incurred were simply unbearable; having all the wealth of the world stored in my castle's overflowing with biscuits of gold; and yet crawling in hopeless despair on the streets; starving for tranquility more horribly than the most impoverished of beggar. And perhaps the man buried infinite feet beneath the earth in his coffin might be without breath; celestially smiling in the arms of the Omniscient Creator, But the tyranny that I underwent inspite of living infinite feet above earth was simply unbearable; killing my soul every moment; piercing me like a thousand knives through my hollow heart; as the entity whom I had loved more than my life no longer existed; the person who was more important to me than anything else on this planet HAD LEFT ME FOREVER…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

LETS FORGET THIS SOCIETY We were just a stone throw distance away from each other in reality; yet the norms and spurious pretensions of this orthodox society; separated us like clouds and the boundless earth, We were just talking distance away from each other in reality; yet the staunch attitude of this supremely conventional society; separated us like the deserts and sparkling water, We were just whisker lengths away from each other in reality; yet the disgustingly narrow focused attitude of this hollow society; separated us like remote continents on the body of the globe, We were just a fine thread away from each other in reality; yet the rigidly baseless definitions of this hierarchical society; separated us like a compassionate mother and her dead son, We were just a breath away from each other in reality; yet the horrendously disdainful perceptions of the acrid society; separated us like the blistering Sun and the celestially placid Moon, We were just a single step away from each other in reality; yet the stringent rules and regulations of this uncouth society; separated us like the morbid graveyard and the stupendously blossoming fresh rose, We were just a slim shadow away from each other in reality; yet the incorrigibly gruesome views of this monotonous society; separated us like the passionately fulminating volcano and the tunnel engulfed in perpetual gloom, We were just an emphatic tear away from each other in reality; yet this overwhelmingly prejudiced society; separated us like the summit of the towering mountain and the worm slithering miserably on the ground, We were just a feeble pulse away from each other in reality; yet the stubborn and tyrannical ideologies of this ruthless society; separated us like truly crimson volatile blood and colorless water, We were just a thin eyelash away from each other in reality; yet this profusely dictatorial and sanctimoniously religious society; separated us like appalling sadness and unprecedented joy, We were just at colliding distance away from each 517

other in reality; yet the vicious swirl of meaningless formalities which this society was preaching since years; separated us like the pulverized bone and the athlete who had already crossed over the finishing line, We were just minute centimeters away from each other in reality; yet the treacherous boundaries which this ostentatious society had set since centuries; separated us like fantasy and the acrimonious present, We were just embracing lengths away from each other in reality; yet the sardonic opinions and diabolical tones of this bombastic society; separated us like the resplendently twinkling stars and austere daylight, We were just kicking distance away from each other in reality; yet the cavalcade of inflated philosophies of this dismal society; separated us like the animatedly roaring Dinosaur and the shuddering piece of small twig, We were just sighting distance away from each other in reality; yet the prison of nonexistent policies which this society had evolved; separated us like the hungry dog and his piece of meaty bone, We were just a ravishing lip away from each other in reality; yet the emotionless and cold blooded society; separated us like the crown prince and the beggar counting his last minutes on cold street, We were just a languidly incomplete yawn away from each other in reality; yet the domineeringly unyielding society; separated us like impeccably silken white and dilapidated blocks of black, We were just a frigid swish away from each other in reality; yet the barbaric inclination of this perilously ominous society; separated us like the handsomely soaring speedy bird and the pathetically slow tortoise, We were just a heart beat away from each other in reality; yet the ulterior motives and incessant manipulations of this callous society; separated us like Omnipotent God and the ruthlessly satanic devil, So c'mon O! beloved; lets once and for all forget this unfathomably idiotic society; come lets unite together in an invincible fortress of our own; come lets unite together in an unconquerable paradise of our romance; where there was only you; me and our immortal love bonded forever…..

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IMMORTAL LOVERS As long as we smile; I promise you that we will both smile together; profoundly admiring the glory of the stupendously brilliant Sun, As long as we play; I promise you that we will both play together; poking each other innocuously in the tender ribs, As long as we eat; I promise you that we will both eat meals together; masticating a basket replete with succulent cherries with gay abandon and unprecedented relish, As long as we rest; I promise you that we will both rest together; entwining our arms invincibly and stare unrelentingly at the pearly island of Moon, As long as we run; I promise you that we will both run together; exuberantly galloping through the verdant countryside; voraciously exploring and discovering the unfathomably colossal Natural life, As long as we punch; I promise you that we will both punch together; caressing silken draughts of air with tons of vibrant energy; exhilarating in the aisles of uncanny excitement, As long as we write; I promise you that we will both write together; flooding page after page with the essence of whatever we had sagaciously imbibed and gathered on the trajectory of this planet, As long as we sing; I promise you that we will both sing together; permeating the gloomy ambience; with the enthrallingly buoyant cadence in our voice, As long as we dance; I promise you that we will both dance together; violently gyrating our bodies in ecstatic jubilation to the hidden tunes that lingered in the air, As long as we study; I promise you that we will both study together; memorize cumbersome stanzas; solve mind boggling enigmas of routine life; with our minds focused single focusedly to achieve our sole mission, As long as we cry; I promise you that we will both cry together; mutually sharing the unsurpassable agony that uncouthly besieged our souls, As long as we scream; I promise you that we will both scream together; inundating the perennially still ambience with the stringent roar that fulminated in our throats, As long as we teach; I promise you that we will both 519

teach together; unequivocally propagating the religion of humanity in whomsoever we encountered in the tenure of our lives, As long as we yawn; I promise you that we will both yawn together; lazily languish in the realms of surreal fantasy till the first rays of ethereal dawn furtively crept up from the sky, As long as we lick; I promise you that we will both lick together; greedily slurping sparkling streams of water from the boundlessly deep well, As long as we climb; I promise you that we will both climb together; assiduously clamber up the treacherous slopes with our bodies leaning stunningly close to each other; and the resplendent festoon of stars maneuvering us towards the incomprehensibly towering summits, As long as we dream; I promise you that we will both dream together; fantasize the most bizarre possible of things ever perceived on this planet; philander every second into a garden overwhelmed with poignantly scented roses, As long as we joke; I promise you that we will both joke together; erupting into a volley of tangy laughter which voluptuously struck the air, As long as we breathe; I promise you that we will both breathe together; inhale blissful wind; incessantly deluging our lungs with all the fresh breath that we could salvage from the atmosphere, And as long as we take birth on this soil; I promise you that we will both take birth together; continue to exist as immortal lovers not only in this birth; but for many more births together…

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WHY DON’T YOU SEE Why do you always gauge me just by the complexion of my lips; Why don’t you see the blistering passion fulminating passionately inside? Why do you always gauge me just by the color of my mascara; Why don’t you see the overwhelming empathy lingering in my eyes? Why do you always gauge me just by the height I possessed; Why don’t you see the unsurpassably towering perceptions of your enchanting persona that circulated in my mind? Why do you always gauge me just by texture of my skin; Why don’t you see the profusely crimson blood flowing inside in my veins; the compassionate ardor impregnated within for your magnificent form? Why do you always gauge me just by the shades of my nail polish; Why don’t you see the poignantly sprouting edges ready to fight for you and defend you at any time? Why do you always gauge me just by the wealth I had stashed; the cars I drove; Why don’t you see the astronomical affluence stored in my soul; ready to help you even after my death? Why do you always gauge me just by the gloss of my hair; Why don’t you see the intricate brain embodied inside evolving fantasies concerning only you all the time? Why do you always gauge me just by spurious slang in my voice; Why don’t you see the effusive agony uncontrollably gushing out the instants I spoke? Why do you always gauge me just by the jewelry I adorned; Why don’t you see each droplet of tear which oozed out of my eye; each globule of silver sweat which dribbled from my arms; was profoundly dedicated to your divinely grace? Why do you always gauge me just by the number of places I had traveled to by air; Why don’t you see the infinite expeditions I was willing to undertake under the scorching heat of sweltering Sun; hoisting you on my bare shoulder? Why do you always gauge me just by the bodyguards and cavalcade that relentlessly followed me; Why don’t you see the life I was ready to sacrifice this very moment; in order to save you from the tiniest of evil? Why do you always gauge me just by the scintillating 521

shine of my teeth; Why don’t you see the ghastly shell I was ready to break and chew; so that you drank the stupendously sweet water? Why do you always gauge me just by the design of my garish shoe; Why don’t you see my feet which were ready to walk absolutely naked on a blanket of acrid thorns; so that you slept celestially on the golden couch? Why do you always gauge me just by the contours of my swanky watch; Why don’t you see my pulse that ticked faster than the speed of light; sped more turbulently than the shark in the ocean the very instant it witnessed your mesmerizing countenance? Why do you always gauge me just by the scent I sprinkled; Why don’t you see the incredulously fervent aroma that diffused from my nostrils when you were standing at whisker lengths across my shoulder? Why do you always gauge me just by the business acumen I possessed; Why don’t you see that I was ready to unflinchingly take on the mantle of this entire world; to savor a chance of perpetually hovering around your voluptuous demeanor? Why do you always gauge me just by the fraternity of food I consumed for each meal in the day; Why don’t you see the infinite hours that I was prepared to remain starved; so that you relished the tantalizing cherry of your choice? Why do you always gauge me just by the pen I stuck to my persona; Why don’t you see the overwhelming zeal in my fingers to write a book on your fascinating life; all on my own? And why do you always gauge me just by the shirt I wore to engulf my visage; Why don’t you see the madly throbbing heart inside my chest; whose each beat was profoundly yours; whose each throb wanted to immortally capture your love and make it for always mine?

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THE RICHEST OF ALL When I saw her; my heart became an passionate ocean of love; throbbing more violently than the volcano fulminating mercilessly beneath hot soil, When I saw her; my eyes became a paradise of emotions; with an insatiable propensity to wildly love now encompassing every cranny of their plain white, When I saw her; my lips became gargantuan islands of spongy chocolate; diffusing an aroma of profuse sweetness in whatever they kissed and caressed, When I saw her; my palms became mountains of invincible strength; ready to take on the mantle of the entire world and the most gruesomely acrid of thorns, When I saw her; my speech became a gushing river of mesmerizing songs; capturing all the beauty entrenched in this world in the melody of its voice, When I saw her; my teeth became a colossal fortress; with an astoundingly formidable tenacity to squelch even the most obdurate of nut into a million pieces, When I saw her; my nose became a vivaciously flowing fountain; diffusing into a stream of enchantingly vibrant color and shades, When I saw her; my feet became unfathomable tunnels of exotic energy; galloping at speeds never perceivable by any mankind, When I saw her; my thoughts became a fascinating cloud of immortal romance; floating fervently through surreally alluring space, When I saw her; my stride became a stupendously blossoming pond of lotus; sprouting into infinite petals of overwhelming fragrance and grace, When I saw her; my muscles became the fathomless battlefield; marching forward with boisterous audacity; ready to demolish and swipe the tiniest trace of evil from the periphery of this earth, When I saw her; my ears became the boundlessly unsurpassable sky; profoundly deciphering and imbibing every possible sound hovering in this Universe, When I saw her; my stomach became a gigantic tree; able to handsomely assimilate any amount of food and water visible till far and wide, When I saw her; my cheeks became a garden of redolent roses; blushing a splendid crimson till the onset of eternity, 523

When I saw her; my skin became an incredulously gaudy rainbow; impregnating in it virtually all possible shades that existed on this earth, When I saw her; my sweat became a delectable beehive inundated with divinely nectar; wafting an aroma which had the ability to placate even the most sacrosanct of angels, When I saw her; my blood became a waterfall of voluptuous seduction; circulating rampantly and triggering a blazing trail of ardent desire all throughout my crisscrossed veins, When I saw her; my whole body became a mirror of scintillating rays; a mirror which explicitly portrayed to me the very reason of my precious existence, And when I saw her; my breath became even more purer than when I was just born; infact I could say with insurmountable pride; the richest of all amongst every living kind…

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ALL THAT I WANTED TO SEE

All that the fish wanted to see; was a colossal assemblage of salty water inundated with a flurry of undulating and tangy waves, All that the bird wanted to see; was the gigantic expanse of blue sky packed with an voluptuous ensemble of misty clouds, All that the crocodile wanted to see; was disdainfully garbled slurry of mud; a profoundly sticky track on which people slipped even before they could have walked, All that the rat wanted to see; was a tunnel engulfed with perennial darkness; a pile blended with sewage; cheese and garbage lying scattered on the streets, All that the mountain summit wanted to see; was a festoon of ominous clouds; with sometimes glimpses of brilliantly sizzling hot sunshine, All that the carrot wanted to see; was a blanket of clammy mud; varied piles of debris coalesced perfectly with soil, All that the miserly caterpillar wanted see; was a trail of fresh farm crops; sprouting in splendid harmony on farm land; for it to nibble and chew, All that the ducks wanted see; was placid pools of water around; an enchanting serenity lingering profusely in the atmosphere, All that a starved dog wanted see; was a meaty piece of bone; crumbs of delicious bread left inadvertently on the bakery window, All that the lizard wanted see; was a battalion of slimy insects pertinently hovering around the artificially dingy and dim light, All that the mighty elephant wanted to see; was a stream of exotic water; which it could splash with heavenly strokes of its trunk on its parched body, All that the bull wanted to see; was a fiery red cloth; evoking it to ferociously charge and wade forward unrelentingly, All that the deserts wanted to see; was thunderous cloudbursts of rain; gargantuan droplets of water majestically caressing their brutally scorched 525

demeanor, All that the spider wanted to see; was a valley of silken thread; on which it could rampantly philander and dance under enchanting beams of moonlight, All that the shivering skin wanted to see; was compassionate rolls of furry cloth; lanky strands of resilient fabric which would protect it from austerely chilly winds of winter, All that the blinded eye wanted to see; was the faces of the ones around who stood by it in times of inexplicable distress; the sacrosanct palms of the mother who gave it birth, All that the mind wanted to see; was the mesmerizing beauty of this boundless Universe; the stupendously vivacious traces of life that existed in bountiful on this fathomless planet, All that the vividly striped peacock wanted to see; was royally oligarchic sunset blended astoundingly with frugal globules of rain; fomenting it to spread its wings to a full blossom under the sky, All that the fleet of irascibly loitering mosquitoes wanted to see; was supple and succulent pockets of ripe skin; inevitably inviting them to perch upon and suckle blood to their hearts content, All that the badly tied stomach wanted to see; was heaps of appetizing food; transiting it into waves of tumultuous rhapsody and uncontrollable euphoria, All that the dilapidated dungeons wanted to see; was mammoth boxes of scintillating diamonds and silver permeating their eerie dark and profound gloominess, All that the elderly grandparents wanted to see; was their little children bouncing with ebullience and fresh signs of robust life, All that the burnt tongue wanted to see; was tantalizingly pulverized white slabs of freezing ice, All that the overwhelmingly feverish body wanted to see; was stringent cabinets replete with powerful antiseptic; magically healing its gruesomely ailing parts, All that the Creator wanted to see; was the earth that he had evolved blissfully functioning; human beings of each race and fraternity embracing each other in the spirit of unbiased brotherhood, And all that I wanted to see; was her ravishing form every second; every minute; every hour; every day; every fortnight; every year; for countless more centuries and births to unveil…. 526

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PASSING THROUGH HER HEART As I tried to pass through the flamboyant Sun; its blistering rays wasted no time at all in charring me to inconspicuous bits of stray ash, As I tried to pass through the pearly Moon; its tenacious beams permeated through my spell of profound concentration; and it was difficult for me to recognize my own entity as I got out, As I tried to pass through the valley of silken clouds; I had tumultuous difficulty in opening my eyes; miserably failed to recognize my cherished ones in the obfuscated haze that engulfed me in wholesome entirety, As I tried to pass through pugnacious plumes of black smoke; I wildly vomited all what I had consumed for breakfast at dawn and succulent supper at night, As I tried to pass through a river of bubbling acid; all what I found was a conglomerate of my own pulverized bones after exuberantly reaching the banks, As I tried to pass through the morbidly dark tunnel; I felt my voice ghoulishly echo; fomenting the last hair down my spine to stand in electric unison, As I tried to pass through the virgin sea shores; I winced in tumultuous anguish as an obnoxious cluster of crabs stung my flesh with deadly poison, As I tried to pass through the densely camouflaged jungles; my heart and soul nearly sank into my boots; and I found my trousers profusely wetted as the thunderous roar of the tiger crept stunningly close to my skin, As I tried to pass through the pitch dark street; I experienced the worst encounter of my life; when a gang of thieves satanically stole all my possessions; left me stranded without a single cloth on my body, As I tried to pass through the sliding lift doors; I felt a sudden spasm in my hand; and before realization could dawn upon the barbaric metal had already taken several of my innocuous fingers, As I tried to pass through the scintillating mirror door; infinite shards of acrimonious glass hurtled out in frenzy; and I settled with a terrified gasp on the floor with blood oozing from virtually every cranny of 527

my body, As I tried to pass through a cotton factory; I found myself sneezing unrelentingly with deafening snorts; as invisible threads voraciously tickled sensitive arenas of my robust nose, As I tried to pass through lanky slopes laden with overwhelming avalanches of snow; I felt my teeth rattling like a woodpecker; and each bone of mine died a gory death punctured by the vicious cold, As I tried to pass through the sooty coal mine; my complexion metamorphosed to worse than a black cat; and people around me ran helter-skelter; envisaging me to be an dreadful alien from the third world, As I tried to pass through the freshly constructed wall; the end result found me wearing a coat of obdurate cement on my face; half a brick on my scalp; with a mountain of mud burying me without prior notice into my grave, As I tried to pass through completely full cylinders of heavy gas; after a while I found countless bits of my flesh blown away like specks of compressed dirt in the atmosphere; the ingenious cavities of my brain shooting like an untamed fountain towards the sky, As I tried to pass through the overflowing bath of fragrant shampoo; I found myself sputtering and stuttering without control; and gigantic balloons of froth wafted from my mouth everytime I ventured to open my mouth, As I tried to pass through the wire entrenched walls of the formidable fortress; I catapulted like an insipid butterfly for miles on the trot; and the shock that occurred nearly electrocuted to ghastly death, But when I tried to pass through her enchanting heart; I found myself trapped for immortal times bonded with threads of invincible love; and not only did I regain back my previous one; but was bestowed upon with fathomless more blissful and spell binding lives….

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PLATFORM OF LOVE When I tried running on a platform of white ice; I scornfully slipped; and in the end all that I was able to taste was incredulously frozen water, When I tried running on a platform of tangy salt; I inevitably lost my footing; and there was nothing but vivaciously ominous powder all over my trembling skin, When I tried running on a platform of brilliantly yellow and pure butter; I hurled forward with a stifled gasp after some time; with the follicles of my hair incorrigibly sticking to each other like the gigantic tree and its flimsy roots, When I tried running on a platform of scintillating glass; I abysmally floundered; tripped head on to have my supple skin ruthlessly punctured and in pools of ghastly blood, When I tried running on a platform of feathered silk; I dismally broke the bones of my dainty nose; and my eyeballs popped out like bouncy springs reverberating incessantly in free space, When I tried running on a platform of silver sands; I collapsed with a thunderous thud on the obdurate floor; with my shoe flying over my shoulder and all my expensive pair of clothes ripping apart mercilessly at their sensitive seams, When I tried running on a platform of slimy oyster shells; I heard a deafeningly banging noise inundate the atmosphere; winced in incomprehensible amount of agony after twisting my knee to unprecedented limits, When I tried running on a platform of astoundingly smooth talcum powder; I fell 10 steps backward instead of marching towards realms of irrefutably victory, When I tried running on a platform of disdainful grease; I kept intractably jogging at a single spot for hours on the trot; while infact all my adversaries had already reached the voluptuous strings of the finishing line, When I tried running on a platform of satiny white paper; there were infinite obstreperous and unruly voices that deluged the soft ambience; and all that resulted as an outcome was prominently gaping holes in the body of the sheet which now fitted snugly on my scalp, When I tried running on a platform of rolling marbles; all that was heard after a while was my horrifically 529

petrified screams and gasps as I found myself plunging towards an ocean of gruesome blackness blended with dilapidated nothingness, When I tried running on a platform of freshly green banana skins; I banged on my hindside with a force greater than the force of Nature; and the complexion of my cheeks metamorphosed to an embarrassingly childish crimson, When I tried running on a platform of spongy rubber balls; I successfully managed to crush a few in my initial conquests of reaching my mission; but soon shuddered overwhelmingly before kissing dust on the ground; dug partial graves for myself in loose soil, When I tried running on a platform of lifeless whale skin; I inadvertently shouted beyond hysterical boundaries as if the monster was alive; collided terribly on my ribs as I took just a few steps forward, When I tried running on a platform of insurmountably red cherries; all I accomplished doing was finely pulverizing the succulent fruit; while the inconspicuously tiny seeds fomented me to tremble hopelessly towards the cold floor, When I tried running on a platform of pure Cadbury chocolate; my feet primordially enjoyed transgressing through the supremely soft bed; but after a while got horrendously entangled in the mess; felt as if deplorably sinking into the valley of death, When I tried running on a platform of glittering diamonds; in the beginning I felt insatiably delighted at possessing such lavish amounts of opulence; but soon regretted my decision tremendously; as their pointed surface uncouthly infiltrated into my heart; satanically assassinating the tiniest traces of tangible life, When I tried running on a platform of congenital lies; I landed up in such a hell; that it was profoundly sickening to bear with the aftermath's that unleashed thereafter in my life, When I tried running on a platform of salacious lechery and malice; I ended up being imprisoned in my own sinful trap; a prison which infact had a gleaming lock without a single key, While it was only when I tried running on a platform of immortal love; that my life gained full fledged momentum; irrevocably refrained to look backwards; transited to blissfully bouncing and wholesomely alive….. 530

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ALL DAY AND NIGHT The deserts waited all day and night; for fat globules of mesmerizing rain; crystalline streams of water to pacify their overwhelmingly parched belly, The dog waited all day and night; for a meaty chunk of bone; masticating the sumptuous meat to appease the pangs of hunger thunderously knocking his tiny stomach, The ocean waited all day and night; for the rampant maelstrom; swirling its vivacious waves high and handsome towards the sky; clashing with stupendous passion against the black chain of rocks, The beggar waited all day and night; for that inevitable rush of swanky cars; desperately anticipating a flurry of shimmering coin to cascade into his hollow bowl, The camel waited all day and night; for a thorny shrub to appear before its eyes; perennially rest on dry soil; painstakingly chewing the thorns of its choice, The shark waited all day and night; for a gigantic ship to sail above its head; so that it could satanically pulverize innocent flesh in its jaws; wretchedly overturning the boat without the slightest of thought or respite, The valley waited all day and night; for a deafening echo; producing an eerie sound that horrendously jolted the entire planet, The snow waited all day and night; for blistering sunshine; perpetuating into streams of divinely water; basking in the glory of compassionate warmth and velvety grace, The doctor waited all day and night; for the speedy recovery of his patients; incessantly praying to the Creator to cure them of inexplicable pain, The lizard waited all day and night; for a festoon of mosquitoes; greedily gobbling them with untamed relish and unprecedented gusto, The shoe waited all day and night; for its master to adorn it; audaciously kick it in free space; to generate colossal draughts of exuberant breeze, The dungeons waited all day and night; for the most minuscule ray of light; illuminating its dreary caricature with astoundingly optimistic beams of 531

boisterous brightness, The lips waited all day and night; for an incomprehensibly mystical kiss; triggering waves of vibrant euphoria in their ardently starved and pinkish persona, The mother bird waited all day and night; for her innocuous cluster of eggs to hatch; the manifestation of her very own blood to soar uninhibitedly through the open sky, The soldier waited all day and night; for his country to indispensably win; penalize the perilous traitors to the most unfathomable degree; for spreading violent terror in his blissful territory, The cow waited all day and night; for meadows of bountifully green grass; slowly ambling with its irrefutably sacrosanct form through the carpet of sedate soil, The bomb waited all day and night; for someone to release its menacingly glistening pin; for it murderously explode into a fountain of unsurpassable devastation, The writer waited all day and night to be ubiquitously recognized by the world; harmoniously propagate the essence of his work to masses far and distant on this earth, The dreadfully empty coffin waited all day and night; for a person to breathe his last; occupy its interiors as it savagely sank down to unimaginable depths beneath soil, And my heart waited all day and night; for the girl of my dreams to say "I love you"; jump infinite feet far from its imprisoned chest; to profoundly bond with the chords of immortal love; the chords of immortal romance…..

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WITHOUT HER HANDS IN MINE In order to erase my name from the soil; all I did was kick the loose sands with my feet; and it blended almost magically with the mundane mud, In order to erase my name from my skin; all I did was wash it with stringent antiseptic; to swipe out the most minuscule trace that might be incorrigibly remaining, In order to erase my name from my lips; all I did was to purse them passionately with my tongue; then see for myself how handsomely did the ink coalesce in entirety with my saliva, In order to erase my name from the walls; all I did was to paint them afresh with loads of scintillating whitewash and poignant color, In order to erase my name from the tree trunk; all I did was slice off that chunk of guilty wood; with effortless ease and incoherent strokes of my lanky pocket knife, In order to erase my name from the birthday cake; all I did was to gobble it with an insatiable frenzy; guzzle down the most inconspicuous of ingredients adhering to my throat; over a glass of cool water, In order to erase my name from a bonded sheet of white paper; all I did was to use a gargantuan rubber; caressing it arduously across the squalid sheet; to make the stain vanish into thin oblivion, In order to erase my name from the transparently sparkling mirror; I applied few pints of stale liquid; got rid off the same with incredulous ease; rubbing it with a soft blanket of sponge, In order to erase my name from the greasy kitchen table; all I did was to nonchalantly dismiss off the pool of oil; languidly towards the hollow sink, In order to erase my name from my diabolically bald scalp; all I did was to grow a new mass of hair; which beautifully camouflaged it and shimmered magnificently under the river of pearly moonlight, In order to erase my name from the artificially embossed pencil tip; all I did was to chew it phlegmatically; and at the same time triggered the dormant cells of my brain to imagine till unprecedented limits, 533

In order to erase my name from the passionate sea shores; all I did was wait for the waves to swirl ecstatically; joyfully slap the sands and brutally dismantle the synchronized alphabets, In order to erase my name from the swanky car windshield; all I did was to switch on the long wipers; which swiped off even the most diminutive trace of dirt; metamorphosing its demeanor as if I had just purchased it from the showroom, In order to erase my name from my eye; all I did was to simply wink; see for myself as to how insipidly it disappeared along with my volatile film of emphatic tears, In order to erase my name from the regional town map; all I did was to substitute it with the initials of an entity more proficient than me; more versatile than me in all respects, In order to erase my name from the records of heinous crime; all I did was drift my life away from the most obsolete shadow of evil; spend the remainder of my breath left in philanthropically serving all mankind, In order to erase my name from the cheque; all I did was adroitly replicate it with the profound seal of my bohemian thumb, In order to erase my name from my friends heart; all I did was neglected him a trifle in his times of unsurpassably hopeless distress, In order to erase my name from the robust bone; all id did was to offer it to the famished stray dog; who pulverized it within seconds into raw chowder; with the insurmountable tenacity in his teeth, But when I tried to erase my name from hers; that very instant I transformed into worthless streams of condemnable ash; left for my heavenly abode; brutally penalized by the Almighty; and this time without her hands in mine….

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IF YOU LISTENED TO MY HEART If you sighted my shadow; which had nonchalantly formed under sweltering rays of sunlight, Then you'd come to know how tumultuously it wavered; the insatiable longing in its contours to trespass past your stupendous grace. If you glimpsed my lips; which glistened incredulously into vivacious shades of lotus pink, Then you'd come to know how solitary they were; the unprecedented urge in them to kiss your divinely name. If you heard my voice; which rose and fell with an uncanny mysticism in the perpetually still air, Then you'd come to know how hopeless it was; how much it wanted you by its side; searching for you frantically in the fathomless wilderness. If you felt my tears; which trickled down all day and night through my cheeks, Then you'd come to know how lifeless they were; the overwhelming desire in them to occupy an immortal position beside your tinkling feet. If you caressed my skin; which resembled a frigidly lackluster ashen white, Then you'd come to know how freezing it was; how much it longed for your company; to trigger it vehemently into astronomical loads of compassionate warmth. If you stood beside my breath; which morbidly cascaded down my nostrils; Then you'd come to know how lackadaisical it was; the thunderously volatile intensity lingering in it; to drift down your fabulous nape. If you ran your fingers through my scalp; which pathetically slept even under a wave of unimaginably blistering heat that encompassed it from all sides, Then you'd come to know how much it wanted to be majestically massaged; the unsurpassable agony in it to be kissed by your heavenly form. If you peered deep down into my eyes; which had lost their ability to see; even though they were blissfully alive, Then you’d come to know how much they were clouded with inexplicable sadness; how inexorably they missed you and craved for you to whisper and dream by their side. And if you listened to my heart; which uncontrollably 535

palpitated without the tiniest of respite; whether I walked or lazily slept on the star studded night, Then you'd come to know how much it remembered you every unleashing second; the invincible tenacity pounding upon it to imprison you forever; in each of its everlasting beats….

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IN THE REALMS OF SACROSANCT MARRIAGE There was a time when we talked in hushed whispers behind the bushes; endeavoring our best to camouflage our bodies from the extraneous world, While today we sat closely beside each other under brilliant daylight; entwining our palms formidably against each other; blatantly in the midst of the bustling streets. There was a time when we waited for marathon hours to meet; anxiously anticipating the sun to set down in the hills before we started for our clandestine expeditions, While today we spent each moment together; with our breaths drifting down passionately without the slightest of synchronized control. There was a time when we painstakingly craved to hear each others voices; trying to frantically search our memory as far as possible to salvage the last word we spoke, While today we indefatigably talked till our tongues ached; conversed about the weirdest topics in this world; our eyes locked immortally with each other. There was a time when we cordially smiled in front of the society; to depict that we were nothing else but good friends of after school, While today we laughed to our hearts content philandering euphorically through the labyrinth of mystical valleys; leaving the civilized planet forever; well behind our times. There was a time when we yearned to see all rays relinquish completely in our dwellings; so that we could surreptitiously meet and sight each other for a short while under milky moonbeams, While today we admired each other to the most unprecedented capacity of our minds; in tenaciously fiery and flamboyant full house lights. There was a time when we witnessed each other with stooping eyes; profoundly mortified by each others presence in front of our revered elders, While today we danced in ebullient energy even after midnight; with our lids incorrigibly refusing to bat the tiniest; gazing wide open till unsurpassable times. There was a time when we ate our food in separate plates; ardently remembering each other; with tears 537

welling up in our eyes as we nostalgically reminisced our playful times, While today we fed each other with our own hands; sat at whisker length distances with our lips profusely intermingled; entirely oblivious to the unfurling of rapid time. There was a time when we were petrified to see to each other without prior permissions; as we knew that the ramifications of that could be punishment upto the highest decree, While today we waved at everybody on the roads with uninhibited freedom; audaciously proclaiming to the world the tales of our invincible romance. And there was a time when we had newly met; said "I Love you" to each other; were groping to find our veritable places; blend with the Herculean struggle to blissfully survive in this colossal globe, While today we had just tied the nuptial thread; bonding our mind; body; soul for centuries immemorial; drifting in a world wholesomely of our own; in the realms of sacrosanct marriage…

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MELTED The candlewax castle melted like a pack of soft cards; under blistering rays of flamboyantly fiery sunshine, The panther melted at its mouth; when it sighted a robust fleet of deer galloping rampantly through the wilderness, The desert sands inevitably melted in scorching summer; at the sight of the celestially rejuvenating pool of shimmering mirage, The clouds in the cosmos melted thunderously; as they hovered over a blanket of profusely green trees and mystical shrub, The dog's tongue melted insatiably; as it cast its greedy eyes upon the juicy chunk of bone poking alluringly from its masters pocket, The beggar melted in mind; body and soul; as he perceived a dungeon inundated with opulently glittering gold in his nocturnal dreams, The lips melted in unsustainable passion; as they saw the person of their most stupendous conceptions; right before their rubicund periphery, The giant melted in wholesome entirety; as it witnessed the colossal kingdom of fleshy molecules wandering helplessly without an iota of caution or sagacious calm, The mirror melted in a million pieces; as it confronted the ghastly skeleton of a man; who once upon a time used to admire himself in the same, The snow melted on the boundless hills; as fireballs of pugnacious light caressed it vindictively; from every conceivable side, The voice melted into a trickle of its original self; as an atmosphere of satanic terror; abruptly snapped the melody of its heart, The conglomerate of gigantic leaves melted to bits of inconspicuous raw ash; as flames of pugnaciously golden fire escalated high and handsome towards the sky, The thunderously deafening echo melted into gruesome nothingness; as it clashed umpteenth number of times against the chain of cold blooded rocks, The blatantly audacious footsteps melted into infinitesimally remote space; as they were besieged by the blood curling sound of menacing death, The slabs of brilliantly sparkling yellow butter 539

melted into a curry of slim grease; when brutally spread with a gleaming knife on the periphery of supremely handsome and sizzling toast, The pair of vivaciously emphatic eyes melted into diminutively shrunk plastic; as they sighted the lifeless body of the person they vehemently adored and loved, The boisterous chirping of sporty birds melted submissively; as the last beam of brightness disappeared brusquely behind the cocoon of scarlet sky, The life of a tangible individual melted in wholesome entirety; as and when the Creator waved his hand and wanted, And my heart melted into an island of tumultuously tantalizing paradise; at the tiniest whisper of my beloved; the most faintest cry of her enchantingly everlasting romance….

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LEAVING MY PAST WELL BEHIND Just give me your hand; and I'll get ready to face the mightiest of challenge; with an irrefutable scent of victory lingering profusely in my every stride, Just give me your hand; and I'll escalate higher than the azure skies; to snatch the festoon of overwhelmingly glittering stars for the delights of your impeccable lap, Just give me your hand; and I'll become an inferno blazing with the most omnipotent of light; refraining to dwindle a trifle even in thunderous rain and bizarre storm, Just give me your hand; and I'll stay awake to euphorically dance all day and night; relinquish the last iota of gloomy dreariness from my bleary pair of eyes, Just give me your hand; and I'll spawn a mesmerizing fountain in the heart of the sweltering desert; pacify infinite granules of gruesomely parched sand with supremely rejuvenating water, Just give me your hand; and I'll illuminate even the most horrendous patch of morbidly despairing space; with profound beams of stringent light, Just give me your hand; and I'll stand taller than the clouds even as the earth reverberated; staring intransigently into your countenance as you danced in my palms, Just give me your hand; and I'll transit back into exuberantly nostalgic childhood; intrepidly ride on the striped panthers back; without a single strip of cloth on my barren chest, Just give me your hand; and I'll conjure stupendous magic on every path I transgressed; metamorphosing dead chunks of stinking wood into monumental pillars of glistening gold, Just give me your hand; and I'll levitate to the summit of the mountain in one step; ebulliently breathe with insurmountable compassion; and dynamic light filtering through the frightened whites of my eye, Just give me your hand; and I'll float till eternity 541

like a fragrant petal in the air; wafting my exotic redolence to whomsoever who needed it the most, Just give me your hand; and I'll trespass bare soled even on blistering red embers of flamboyant fire; swallow the most treacherous droplets of misery without the slightest gasp in my throat, Just give me your hand; and I'll ignite vivacious flames even in a lifeless pond of water; instill traces of immortal love in the ghastliest of entities entrenching me, Just give me your hand; and I'll ecstatically bounce as if the richest man in this Universe; doughtily wade past even an ocean of fulminating acid to achieve the most unbelievable of my dreams, Just give me your hand; and I'll leap into the valley of death; rise inexorably high above the ashes with optimistic traces of breath invincibly incarcerated within the dormitories of my heart, Just give me your hand; and I'll make a grandiloquent castle out of obsoletely thin air; evolve a paradise for all humans to exist; in the midst of satanic barbarism that inundated each part of the atmosphere, Just give me your hand; and I'll sing till times immemorial; granting reprieve to countless entities from their unrelenting string of tyrannical woes, Just give me your hand; and I'll blend all fabulous beauty with mundane mud; transform this sacred land of Almighty God; into a veritable paradise, And just give me your hand O! enchanting beloved; and I'll rise as the most powerful human from infinite feet beneath the corpse; surge forward with an insatiable ardor in my bones; reinstating a smile back in whomsoever I encountered in my way; leaving my hopeless past well behind; to celestially lead boundless more sunlit days…

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I'M THE ONE I'm one who's crazy about you; fantasizing you in the most stupendously fabulous forms ever conceivable, I'm the one who's passionate about you; insatiably craving to blend your heart with mine till times immemorial, I'm the one who's greedy about you; wanting to incessantly witness your enchanting grace as each second unfurled into a complete minute, I'm the one who's supremely overwhelmed by you; unable to perceive about anything else except your twin pairs of magnificently sparkling eyes, I'm the one who's fanatically ardent about you; sitting for indefatigable hours by your side; to hear the tales of your innocuous childhood, I'm the one who's insurmountably sensitive about you; would try every feasible method existing on this Universe to make you mine, I'm the one who's always ready for you; uninhibitedly accepting you in the invincible swirl of my arms; even when the planet had rejected you, I'm the one who's relentlessly working for you; endeavoring my absolute best to sketch you in the most enamoring repertoire of forms; lingering bountifully in the cosmos, I'm the one who's immortally desiring you; giving you a position grater than the Ultimate Creator; in the realms of my palpitating heart, I'm the one who's unprecedentedly impressed by you; intransigently iterating your string of benevolently exotic virtues to whomsoever I encountered, I'm the one who's inexorably possessive about you; mercilessly annihilating the minutest trace of salacious spirit; hovering stealthily round the contours of your impeccable face, I'm the one who's wholesomely stupefied by you; drowning myself till times beyond eternity into the mesmerizing cadence of your heavenly voice, I'm the one who's profoundly sympathetic with you; unequivocally commiserating with you; even as the society outside savagely kicked you for no fault of your immaculate soul, I'm the one who's perpetually remembering you; incorrigibly sealing my mind to all thoughts; other than your incredulously alluring smile, 543

I'm the one who's unsurpassably pampering you; ensuring that the most inconspicuous of your wail; was compassionately catered to, I'm the one who's optimistically wistful about you; wishing you nothing less than the very best in every aspect of your life; the days in your destiny yet to blissfully unveil, I'm the one who's frantically searching for you; not sparing even the most darkest corner of earth; in my incomprehensible attempts to retrieve you, I'm the one who's tirelessly fighting for you; in order to irrefutably ensure you assimilated the maximum happiness; in God's creation of boundless paradise, And I'm the one; infact the only one who loves you; dedicating each of my tumultuously throbbing beats to your celestial form; bonding you forever with the body above my bones; and the soul underneath; which had already given its love to you….

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MY HEART RELIED ON The tree relied overwhelmingly on soil; those trapped granules of spell binding moisture; to make it bountifully blossom towards the Kingly Sun, The tongue relied inevitably on slippery saliva; basked in the glory of voluptuous softness for times immemorial; as it pursed itself passionately on the scarlet lips, The ocean relied insurmountably on its undulating festoon of ravishing waves; the tantalizing globules of wild salt incarcerated within; which propelled it to swirl in uninhibited frenzy, The watch relied indispensably on its pair of slender needles; to indefatigably traverse round the clock; portray explicit shades of accurate time, The eyeball relied inevitably on its lids; the rejuvenating blankets of tears they oozed; with poignant intensity every unfurling second, The pencil relied tumultuously on its handsomely bonded lead; to emboss boundless lines of exquisite literature; deluge the surface of barren paper with exotic calligraphy, The dog relied profusely on its tail; to portray its flurry of candid emotions; the state of being which it was blatantly circumvented with, The envelope relied irrevocably on its set of contemporary stamps; the meticulous strings of denomination riveted on its body; that transported it at swashbuckling speeds to far and distant across the globe, The mountain relied intransigently on its towering summits; which ensured that it leapt in vivacious glory towards azure bits of golden sky; majestically loomed large above everything else in vicinity, The whale relied incorrigibly on its battalion of pugnacious jaws; which bestowed upon it the power to rip apart the most mightiest of entities into inconspicuous bits of pulverized chowder, The boat relied profoundly on its twin set of oars; to dexterously maneuver it like a price even in the most ominously turbulent of storm, The lips relied compassionately on a gregarious smile; the ingratiating aura which it imparted to their pathetically parched demeanor, The spider relied unsurpassably on silken strands of 545

its velvety web; running to its hearts content across the labyrinth of threads without the slightest of shame or respite, The peacock relied unrelentingly on droplets of sparkling rain; the heavenly water which cascaded from the sky; evoking it to spread its oligarchic feathers into a royal bloom and dance, The arms relied incomprehensibly on bulging bits of muscle; to impregnate in them the power to doughtily fight; the power to audaciously survive, The brain relied unfathomably on memory; those nostalgic reminisces of the past; which triggered it to gain unstoppable momentum and surge forward with ecstatic reflections lingering enchantingly for times, The diamond relied tirelessly on shine; that queenly glint which made it the unprecedented darling of all tribes, The body relied perpetually on tangible breath; which instilled in it the tenacity to valiantly fight for its rights; and blissfully survive, And my heart relied solely on immortal love; the omnipotent essence of which made it passionately throb even centuries after veritable death…..

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GIVE HER MY LIFE Give her each droplet of blood flowing rampantly through my body; rejuvenating her persona with indispensable energy, Giver her each smile that encapsulated my lips; deluging her majestically mesmerizing countenance with astronomical happiness, Giver her each dream that circulated fabulously in the corridors of my brain; catapulting her into a land of ecstasy and unfathomable paradise, Give her each ray of hope that engulfed my existence; stupendously enlightening her string of infinite more unveiling tomorrows, Give her each droplet of poignant empathy that lingered insatiably in my eyes; impregnating in her the essence of benevolent mankind, Give her each muscle embedded indomitably in my arms; imparting her with the tenacity to resiliently encounter the most disastrous situation in life, Give her each ounce of mysticism that enveloped my shadow; overwhelming her life with enigmatic spice and divinely happiness, Give her each wave of my voice; bestowing upon her the power to indefatigably express herself; at all moments of the adventurously unveiling day, Give her each iota of luck that encompassed my silhouette; manifesting her every unfinished dream into a perpetual reality, Give her each trace of vivaciousness that entrenched my conglomerate of bones; propelling her to ecstatically bounce forward with exuberant enthusiasm in life, Give her each globule of tumultuous rhapsody that permeated my skin; making her experience the myriad of vibrant colors in existence, Give her each sigh of immortal satisfaction that circumvented my conscience; fomenting her to perceive that her flurry of tasks were accomplished with supreme gratification, Give her each bit of cloth that intricately sequestered my entire visage; embodying her impeccable demeanor with loads of compassionate warmth, Give her each source of wealth that I had assimilated in the tenure of my life; facilitating her to purchase the most exotic things of her very own choice, 547

Give her each morsel of food that was destined to be masticated by my mouth; granting celestial peace to the famished realms of her thunderously resonating stomach, Give her each whistle that emanated from my lips; blessing her existence with unsurpassable euphoria on every step which she ebulliently alighted, Give her each fantasy that I kept envisaging about even in the heart of the brilliantly blistering day; keeping her spirits escalating towards the sky; till times immemorial, Give her each beat that passionately palpitated every unfurling instant in my heart; imparting her with the unrelenting ardor to relish life to its most incomprehensible capacity, Give her each breath that diffused in magnificent unison from my nostrils; engendering her to lead even my quota of destined life, For although I possessed all the sagacious qualities described above O! Lord; I was still of no use to this colossal world and society; being viciously strangulated every instant by the horrendous lechery of my mind; while angels like her needed forever to exist; needed forever to be alive….

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KEEPING HER LOVE I kept the reinvigorating pints of soda securely in a transparent bottle; tightly clasping the lid with screws of scintillating steel, I kept the cubes of exotically transparent ice; in the inner most dormitories of the freezing refrigerator; overwhelmingly engulfed by a chilling calm, I kept the conglomerate of stupendously redolent flowers in a grandiloquent vase; as they wafted their heavenly scent to every cranny of my profusely amicable dwelling, I kept the battalion of gaudy shirts in cloistered interiors of my bedroom closet; wholesomely sequestered from even the most minuscule trace of alien light, I kept the festoon of glittering jewels in the invincible realms of the bank locker; ensuring their perpetual safety against the deadliest of invasion, I kept the bulky wallet in the back pocket of my handsomely jaded trousers; meticulously safe guarding the crisply bundled notes of currency; against disdainful dirt and storm, I kept the swanky automobile in the delectably compact garage; shielding it from salaciously ogling eyes and acrimonious beams of sweltering Sunshine, I kept the germicidal tablet of stringent soap in proximity with the lavatory seat; to wholesomely annihilate even the last bit of stench adhering intransigently to my palms, I kept scattered sheaf of random papers compiled safely in a cardboard file; ensuring that they appeared in a scrupulously chronological order; whenever the whites of my eye tried to glimpse them, I kept the obnoxious buts of ash extruding from my cigar in an emerald ashtray; insurmountably seeing to it that the smoke died a ghastly death; there in itself, I kept the fabulously studded designer belt on the shimmering hook; gliding like a majestic snake; kissing carpets of seductive air as it cascaded down like an angel, I kept the cartons of appetizing fruit pulp on the sparkling kitchen slab; feasting my eyes profoundly on the bunch; each time I felt even the tiniest pang of hunger reverberate in my stomach, 549

I kept the sounds of the melodiously chirping cuckoo; impregnably imprisoned in my ears; cherishing the mesmerizing tunes in my mind; in times of unfathomable distress, I kept the pet rabbits in their amicably warm kennel; sheltering them from the vicious onslaught of wildly frenzied wolves, I kept the gruesomely orphaned eggs in the compassionately moist nest; for them to blossom into blissful fledglings of vibrant tomorrow, I kept the mystically enamoring and checkered chessboard close to the lawns; maneuvering the royally embellished pieces while transgressing through a blanket of glistening dew drops, I kept the sachet of tangy peppermints in the topmost compartment of my shirt; popping a pill every now and again into my mouth; to impart that reinvigorating spice to my monotonously treacherous life, I kept the idol of my sacrosanct mother in my conscience and my mind; leaning upon it in my times of insurmountably escalating tension; times when I was about to embark on any new expedition in life, And I kept her love always deep inside my heart; bonding my impoverished soul with hers for countless more births; bonding my breath with hers for fathomless more lives to unveil….

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IF THE HEART EVER HAD A TONGUE If the broken wall ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about the disdainfully inferior quality of cement used in its construction; that had fomented it to crumble appallingly towards soil, If the mercilessly chopped down tree ever had a tongue; then the first thing it uttered; would be about the barbaric humans; who ruthlessly cut it down to illuminate their every superficial night, If the hazy river waters ever had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be about the tyrannically obnoxious industries; which polluted their heavenly persona profusely every unleashing second, If the orphaned tooth ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about diabolical monsters who had so uncouthly ripped it apart from the cozy realms of its masters mouth, If the sands of the tumultuously blistering desert ever had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be about the horrendous life they were bestowed upon with; without the most minuscule droplet of sparkling water, If the shattered petal ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about the cowardly satanic way in which the flower shed it; when confronted with the tiniest wind of storm,’ If the pathetically deflated balloon ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about its royally oligarchic times in the sky; the acrimonious bullet which pierced it through its protuberant belly; rendering it sadly into the corpse which it currently was, If the overwhelmingly bashed egg ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about the ominously wretched snake which stole it surreptitiously when its mother was fast asleep; splitting apart its nimble body into infinite halves, If the rusty piece of jewelry ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about its hideously vain mistress; who hurled it to rot in the sinister dungeons; meting out her insurmountable frustration on its impeccable demeanor, 551

If the disheveled rags of cloth ever had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be about the treacherous rioters who grappled them devilishly; disorienting them from their handsomely stoical posture, If the brutally trampled whisker ever had a tongue; then the first thing it uttered; would be about its majestic times while embedded to the lion’s snout; the nonchalant way in which it had fallen on the ground; when the beast was thunderously snoring, If the bone lying morbidly in the interiors of the obsolete castle ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about the robust body of the prince it once upon a time inhabited; the gory moment when its master breathed his very last; to leave it decaying even centuries after his death, If the disastrously melting mountains of ice-cream ever had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be about the acerbically dictatorial rays of the Sun which had compelled them to completely loose their identity, If the dismally corroded mouse-trap ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about how much it abhorred imprisoning filthily stinking mice; how much it desired to be placed in flamboyantly dazzling sunshine, If the sleazily colored bundles of cotton ever had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be about the unfathomably commercial farmer; plucking them indiscriminately from their immaculate buds; selling them at a price when infact they were priceless, If the blanket of grass blades ever had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be about the demons transgressing indefatigably on their voluptuous carpet; pulverizing their silken softness with indigenous feet, If the splattered splinters of glass lying forlorn on the floor ever had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be about the pertinently irascible hordes of children; who had made them taste dust; with their obdurate cricket balls, If the solitarily wandering soul ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about the inexplicable agony it was besieged with; the utter helplessness that it was thoroughly engulfed with; when it simply couldn’t help its loved ones in distress, And if the broken heart ever had a tongue; the first 552

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thing it uttered; would be about how much it craved to be loved; how much it craved for that immortal love in its life once again; which it unfortunately couldn’t get…..

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I SALUTE YOU I salute you for your majestic speech; the authoritative flurry of spell binding words which emanated royally from your mouth, I salute you for your impeccable stride; the magnanimous poise in your stature that portrayed you irrefutably as the greatest, I salute you for your astoundingly mesmerizing sight; your uncanny ability to decipher the most inconspicuous of evil loitering ominously in the crowd, I salute you for your ravishingly rubicund complexion; the ingratiating aura you generated on every piece of soil you voluptuously caressed, I salute you for your insurmountably stoical passiveness; the unsurpassable equanimity with which you confronted the deadliest of disaster without a ruffle to your whiskers, I salute you for your unflinching sense of responsibility; the ghastliest of times you had borne; just to see a smile lighten up on the face of your compatriots, I salute you for your astute acumen of dealing dexterously with the uncouth world; marching relentlessly on your path to undeniable success, I salute you for your inexorably poignant eyes; the heart rendering empathy you harbored within; for your fellow beings in inexplicably horrendous distress, I salute you for your incomprehensibly adjusting temperament; the incredulous way in which you slept even on bare brick walls; if the hour so commanded, I salute you for your stupendously reinvigorating aroma; the blissful waves of sheer ecstasy it spread ubiquitously to every cranny of this planet, I salute you for your streams of passionately circulating crimson blood; the unfathomable ardor they generated in lifeless souls wandering solitarily around, I salute you for the vivacious laughter that entrenched your lips; the cloud of benign congeniality it propagated in whomsoever it cast; even an ethereal glimpse, I salute you for your nose; which smelt only the profoundly good from even amidst a dilapidated pile of horrifically fetid garbage, 554

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I salute you for your bohemian feet; which kept traversing indefatigably to reach their ultimate goal; even in the most acerbic of storm and murderous rain, I salute you for your incredulously alluring charisma; the mystically enigmatic look in your eyes which attracted the most alien at your doorstep; even from the most obsolete corner of the globe; like a trice of a bullet, I salute you for your resolutely undeterred determination; the insatiable fervency in your demeanor to stand only by what you felt was right, I salute you for your tumultuously adventurous zeal; the spirit of conquering the unknown profusely embedded in your brain; placing you an eternal shade above the rest, I salute you for your tremendously transparent conscience; the sacrosanct feeling of righteousness which lingered around it for centuries immemorial, And my wholehearted salutations to you O! beloved !! for your ability to uninhibitedly love; your incessant endeavor to make this planet of God once again a paradise; blessing each molecule of his creation with the greatest wealth you could ever posses; your greatest virtue called "The religion of mankind"………

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FOR EVERY BEAT OF HERS

I wanted to live for each smile of hers; the laughter that uninhibitedly emanated from her throat; that made me feel greater than the God's, I wanted to live for each tear of hers; the poignant river of empathy which oozed from her mesmerizing eyes; catapulting me into a paradise beyond realms of mundane earth, I wanted to live for each word of hers; the majestic sounds that wafted from her mouth when she spoke; propelling me to float in the surreal clouds with the cadence of her seductive voice, I wanted to live for each whim of hers; the fastidious festoon of intricacies that enveloped her persona; making me admire her for her profoundly babyish attitudes, I wanted to live for each footstep of hers; the stupendously exotic rhythm that drifted as she caressed the soil; making me oblivious to all other sounds that existed in this Universe, I wanted to live for each finger of hers; the rubicund tinge which encompassed her dainty fists; that fomented me to stare wildly till times beyond eternity, I wanted to live for each wink of hers; the uncannily enigmatic way in which her eyelashes fluttered flirtatiously; inundating my life with waves of insurmountable ecstasy and the dance of sheer euphoria, I wanted to live for each dream of hers; the cloudbursts of vivacious fantasy in her eyes as each minute unveiled; which made me blinded to the most brilliantly dazzling Sunlight, I wanted to live for each passion of hers; the 556

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unrelenting ardor that besieged her countenance with as she marched towards triumph; making me rise above the ashes to discover my soul, I wanted to live for every vein of hers; the tumultuous fervency with which an ocean of scarlet blood flowed through her body; making my conviction in self more fortified than the colossal mountains, I wanted to live for every shadow of hers; the mystical way in which her contours nictitated with changing shades of light; wrecking the last iota of sleep from my insatiably wandering sight, I wanted to live for every cry of hers; the insurmountable innocence that reflected profusely in her voice; transiting me way back to the times when I had just tread my first foot on mother earth, I wanted to live for every yawn of hers; the ravishingly ingratiating aura that encapsulated her visage; which made me collapse like a box of lifeless matchsticks on blankets of cold ground, I wanted to live for every sigh of hers; the supreme contentment that celestially settled on each pore of her body; which made me relinquish all my volcano of overwhelming greed in life, I wanted to live for every dance of hers; the tantalizing way in which she swished her heavenly demeanor in torrential rain; making me exist far beyond my destined quota of years, I wanted to live for every snore of hers; the delectably immaculate island of fairies which resided in her luscious lips; flooding my life with unsurpassable ebullience and cheer, I wanted to live for every nod of hers; the irrefutably assertiveness with which she said "no"; augmenting my tenacious determination to face each hurdle of acrimonious life, I wanted to live for every breath of hers; the Omnipotent grace with which it diffused from her nostrils; instilling in me an invincible power to live, 557

And over and above all I wanted to live for every beat of hers; the indefatigable number of times her heart palpitated passionately; fortifying my faith in dying existence; fortifying my faith in dying mankind….

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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 559

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….

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POWERLESS

Powerful to smile; as I heard something abysmally resonating in ludicrous vicinity, Powerful to fight; as I confronted the mightiest of disaster with astronomical fortitude and tenacity, Powerful to sleep; as I snored more thunderously than the demons; resting in overwhelmingly celestial contentment, Power to admire; as I sighted the mesmerizing puffs of clouds floating passionately in azure sky, Powerful to sketch; as I masterfully captured the labyrinth of picturesque sights which majestically dotted the fathomless gorge, Powerful to sing; as I inundated the gloomy atmosphere with everlasting waves of seductively rhapsodic melody, Powerful to mimic; as I possessed the incomprehensibly fascinating virtue to emulate a boundless myriad of voice, Powerful to write; as I deluged a mountain of disdainfully barren paper; with exquisite lines of oligarchic literature, Powerful to fantasize; as I triggered the chords of enigmatic imagination to the most ebulliently unprecedented limits, Powerful to speak; as I silenced unrelentingly menacing mobs of fanatic people; with the domineering authority in my voice, Powerful to dance; as I gyrated my body in insatiable agony under profusely milky rays of enchanting moonlight, Powerful to run; as I galloped like the vivacious panther; through the mystical forests at the unveiling of each ephemeral dawn, 561

Powerful to flirt; as I had this inexplicable tenacity to incarcerate any alien in the swirl of my indefatigable mischief, Powerful to dig; as I impregnated a tunnel of vibrantly optimistic hope; in layers of obdurately infidel soil, Powerful to stare; as I relentlessly looked the sweltering sun without flinching the slightest; for hours immemorial, Powerful to chew; as I masticated the most resilient morsels of food into handsome bits of pulverized chowder, Powerful to foresee; as I perspicaciously tackled each aspect of pragmatically monotonous life; measuring each step of mine as I walked, Powerful to breathe; as I lived each moment of life to its most unbelievable capacity; with the euphoria to perennially discover fervently besieging me, But powerless to face her; as I wholesomely submitted my humble countenance to the wave of her turbulently swirling love; bonding my heart; body and soul with the immortal essence of her sacred existence….

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NO HEART SHOULD EVER MISS No bird should ever miss the exuberant breeze; the unsurpassable bits of vivacious sky; which triggered it to shrug all inhibitions and perpetually fly, No panther should ever miss the exotic wilderness of the fathomless jungle; the kingly ambience of the royal den which passionately awaited its oligarchic personality, No butterfly should ever miss flamboyant sunlight; those vividly boisterous rays that unveiled its grandiloquent beauty; fomented it to gleefully fun and frolic, No fish should ever miss the ravishingly swirling sea; the unfathomable depths of emerald water which made them magnificently glide like a prince; till times ahead of eternity, No cloud in the cosmos should ever miss the torrential fountain of rain; the incomprehensible sea of golden water which tumbled down in ecstatic frenzy; upon disastrously parched ground, No mother should ever miss playing with her most cherished child; tossing it amicably in air; after harnessing it with her blood and milk, No glowworm should ever miss the stupendously alluring night; the voluptuous blanket of blackness that aptly propelled it to emanate its dazzling glow, No eyelid should ever miss a flirtatious wink; the infinitesimally inconspicuous action which sparked of; a flurry of mischievously animated smiles, No lip should ever miss an insatiably passionately kiss; the ardent caress which made it float in realms of impregnably fascinating fantasy, No tortoise should ever miss the sprawling meadow of plush grass; the astoundingly remarkable bliss it was blessed to laze in; along with pecking at a festoon of innocuous insects wandering carelessly around, 563

No pen should ever miss to marvelously scribble and write; the insurmountable grandiloquence it imparted to simple words; granting them a stature beyond the kings, No fruit should ever miss the tantalizing bedcover of succulent leaves; the boundless network of chocolate brown tendrils which sequestered it from the most turbulent storm and rain, No serpent should ever miss guarding an unprecedentedly colossal treasury of gold biscuits; protecting perseveringly earned wealth with the power of its irrefutably sacred hood, No valley should ever miss the ingratiatingly spell binding echo; the enigmatic tunnel of reverberations that diffused thereafter; the captivating tunes which had so much to say, No mind should ever miss a relentlessly proliferating fantasy; the indefatigably enchanting reverie it placed the body in; to exist even beyond infinite births, No ear should ever miss the fabulously gorgeous tunes of the nightingale; the overwhelmingly seductive melody in the rhapsodic sound; which made the soul oblivious to all inexplicable misery and sadness, No throat should ever miss heavenly mountain water; the divinely liquid that cascaded down gently from the pristine slopes; imparting ultimate contentment to the viciously struggling conscience, No nostrils should ever miss compassionately volatile breath; the cloudbursts of rejuvenating air flowing incessantly into the lungs; pioneering fresh traces of life every unfurling instant, And no heart should ever miss the immortal river of love; which made just one singular life of tangible existence; equivalent to countless more lifetimes…..

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CANDID IMPRESSION

When I asked the serrated skinned crocodile to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a gruesomely pulverized shape of my celestial form, When I asked the clouds in the cosmos to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making an evanescent image of my countenance; which faded sooner than it had evolved, When I asked the lecherously silken spider to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making an inconspicuous thread like image; of my huge visage, When I asked the profusely buried tree roots to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making an overwhelmingly blotted caricature of my entity; strewn with fathomless tons of dust, When I asked the hideous vultures in the sky to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; adding a pair of diabolical wings to my body; which made people around me run for their lives, When I asked the army of abominable rats to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making cocoons of fetidly stinking cheese; of my magnanimously philanthropic facial contours, When I asked the ominously savage stray dog to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a deliciously meaty bone of my exorbitantly heavy weight body, When I asked the vivaciously striped croaking frog to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a lanky blade of wild grass and blackness; of my robustly sculptured agile framework, When I asked the infinitesimally diminutive mosquito to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a squalidly diseased form; of my supremely redolent demeanor, When I asked the resplendent blanket of stars to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making a 565

wildly flickering flame; of my emphatically sonorous presence, When I asked the mammoth plumes of ghastly bellowing smoke to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making a unbelievably hostile portrait; of my impeccable persona, When I asked the gigantic elephant to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making an insurmountably opprobrious mushroom; of my majestically domineering form, When I asked the satanically wading sharks in the ocean to sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making an enigmatic octopus; of my most unsurpassably pragmatic form, When I asked the melodiously ticking cuckoo clock to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making an incomprehensibly pathetic numeral; of my insatiably mystical and surreal brain, When I asked the seed scattered rampantly on soil to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a magical tree producing more of its kind; of my irrefutably pristine visage, When I asked the thunderously roaring panther to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a spuriously blowing whisker; of my boundless conglomerate of authoritative bones, When I asked the obnoxiously thorny cactus to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a gruesomely blistering desert; of my lusciously blossoming body, When I asked my inimitably sacrosanct mother to sketch me; all she ended up doing was; making an innocuously sleeping child; of my completely grown up form, But when I asked my divinely immortal beloved to sketch me; she didn’t sketch me at all; ripped apart her heart instead; to show me my candid impression; which had been there since centuries unfathomable; and which she was sure would be always there; everytime she took birth as a human again…. 566

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LADEN The tree in the pristine forest; was laden with overwhelming quantities of succulent berry and rhapsodic fruit, The fathomless expanse of barren sky; was laden with an enchanting conglomerate of seductively silken clouds, The flower extruding from the delectable farm; was laden with bountiful petals; blossoming into a myriad of tantalizingly colorful forms, The incomprehensibly huge dictionary; was laden with a battalion of exquisite words; explicitly portraying infinite situations of pragmatic life, The magnificently shimmering egg; was laden with life yielding yolk; which evolved over a period of time into a mesmerizing offspring, The trajectory of the majestically swirling ocean; was laden with a festoon of voluptuously undulating waves; spraying profusely handsome salt on the rocks as well as the shores, The toweringly colossal mountains; were laden with bed sheets of ingratiatingly scintillating ice; cascading into waterfalls of melodious froth as the Sun flamed to its full shine, The boisterously swarming beehive; was laden with golden honey; dribbling in splendid harmony towards chocolate brown territories of soil, The grandiloquently striped flamingoes perched on the river banks; were laden with a sheath of fabulously satin feathers; propelling them to soar like a pompous prince in the sky, The flamboyantly escalating fire; was laden with a flurry of poignant flames; which profoundly illuminated the morbidly dreary and starless night, 567

The incredulously oligarchic castle; was laden with scores of intricately alluring furniture; an extravagantly jeweled throne on which sat the crown king, The framework of articulately dexterous bones; was laden with rubicund layers of flesh; granting it thereby the formidable tenacity to surge forward in unprecedented exuberance, The valiant landscape of the pugnacious battlefield; was laden with innumerable soldiers; ready to sacrifice their life any instant for the sake of their revered motherland, The boundlessly glistening blackboard; was laden synchronized lines of raw chalk; portraying vital points of survival to earnestly learning students, The robust periphery of tongue; was laden with gallons of euphoric saliva; instilling in it tangy traces of exotic taste, The fathomless land of the desert; was laden with infinite tons of stupendously sparkling sand, The flamboyantly vivacious calendar; was laden with an armory of months and dates; candidly divulging the extraordinary rapid unveiling of time, The dome sculptured crystalline scalp; was laden with silken curls of voluptuous hair; which imparted a compassionate cushioning against repugnantly vindictive blows, The profoundly impregnable conscience; was laden with optimistically enlightening ideals; that provided astronomical tenacity to the persona to ecstatically plunge forward in life, And the passionately palpitating heart; was laden with invincible love; which kept proliferating towards the sky as the seconds unfurled; kept getting more and more fortified with each stroke of palpable existence….

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LOVE; LOVE AND SIMPLY LOVE

I couldn’t talk non stop; for after a while; the chords of my intricate throat started to hurt; and a gruesome hoarseness besieged my persona, I couldn’t walk non stop; for after a while; the soles of my feet started to ache; and the conglomerate of dreary bones in my body demanded celestial rest, I couldn’t write non stop; for after a while; my fingers swelled like a plump tomato; and the disdainful sweat on my palms started to drip obnoxiously on barren sheets of white paper, I couldn’t stare non stop; for after a while; my voluptuously soft cushion of lids fell down with a sigh; and the whites of my eye were desperate to get rid of the tumultuous stinging, I couldn’t eat non stop; for after a while; the tunnels of my stomach threatened to puke; and the buds of my tongue abhorrently repulsed the most exotic of taste, I couldn’t dance non stop; for after a while; the fantasy in my mind wholesomely subsided; and I inevitably collapsed on soil for my nocturnal slumber under the resplendent stars, I couldn’t plough non stop; for after a while; the acrimonious rays of the Sun stabbed me like a billion needles; and the gallons of golden sweat which dribbled; made me loose holistic degrees of control, I couldn’t swim non stop; for after a while; the tenacity in my arms seemed to be diminishing; and the fathomless expanse of waters made me return back to the heavenly shores, I couldn’t party non stop; for after a while; the pretentious smoke of cigar took its toll on my natural nerves; and the sonorously manipulative style of talking; assassinated all my raw exuberance in its 569

premature buds, I couldn’t study non stop; for after a while; beads of exasperation began to entrench me from all sides; and life became nothing but a series of disastrously monotonous equations to confront, I couldn’t sing non stop; for after a while; all tunes existing seemed to be puncturing me like fulminating volcano's; and I lost complete identity of my very own voice, I couldn’t dream non stop; for after a while; the pragmatic realities of life started to pinch me overwhelmingly; and the penurious conditions which currently engulfed me; obstructed me in my path of transforming all my perceptions into a perpetual reality, I couldn’t fight non stop; for after a while; realization dawned upon me that it was all baseless; and I needed to contribute something towards deteriorating mankind, I couldn’t sleep non stop; for after a while; I felt the blistering mid day sunshine filtering unbearably through my eyes; and the framework of my countenance became restless to be on the move, I couldn’t drive non stop; for after a while; the world outside became an incessantly revolving whiz; and I frantically wanted to trespass at normal speeds once again, I couldn’t rule non stop; for after a while; I felt as if I was completely losing my indigenous identity; and the voice of my conscience commanded me to rest blissfully in the lap of my revered mother, I couldn’t focus non stop; for after a while; the insurmountably restless urges in my soul got the better of me; and I found myself pondering on everything else; other than what I was supposed to concentrate, I couldn’t play non stop; for after a while; the will to majestically survive made me march dynamically towards the summit; slither with uninhibited passion; 570

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to achieve all my goals in life, I couldn’t hate non stop; for after a while; the inexorably omnipotent voice of my mind condemned me for my cowardly behavior; and the blood circulating in my veins fomented me to embrace my fellow mates in pain, I couldn’t lie non stop; for after a while; an astronomically ardent desire to disentangle myself from this web of lechery; and my tongue candidly conveyed its explicit set of ideals, But there was only one virtue which I could do non stop; and which not only I; but every entity with a throbbing heart has been doing since centuries immemorial; a virtue which even the greatest of God's have bowed down too; a virtue which has its immoral essence dissipated in every nook and cranny of this boundless planet; O! yes I feel the richest man on this earth to proclaim it as LOVE; LOVE AND SIMPLY LOVE…….

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I PREFERRED TO CALL I preferred to call smoke; ONLY SMOKE; as it was disdainfully dirty and horrendously polluted the serene carpets of atmosphere, I preferred to call the stone ONLY STONE; as it was bereft of the slightest of empathy; stared in morbid silence for hours immemorial towards the blanket of stars, I preferred to call the pig ONLY PIG; as it prolifically disseminated and perpetuated filth in every mesmerizing path it transgressed, I preferred to call the knife ONLY KNIFE; as it harbored the virtue of indiscriminate blood; ghastily ripped through innocent flesh at diabolical will, I preferred to call a chunk of obnoxious sewage ONLY SEWAGE; as it punctuated the rhapsodic air with an unfathomably repulsive perfume, I preferred to call a tornado ONLY TORNADO; as it mercilessly annihilated the most minuscule trace of life existing on this planet, I preferred to call an earthquake ONLY EARTHQUAKE; as it gobbled up immaculate entities in the swirl of its viciously reverberating tremors, I preferred to call an avalanche ONLY AVALANCHE; as it impregnated an inexplicable wave of deathly chill in all those tangible scattered around; treacherously engulfed heavenly children in cloudbursts of satanic snow, I preferred to call the thorn ONLY THORN; as it invidiously pierced unsuspecting skin; propelled a flurry of hysterical tears to dribble down the cheeks, I preferred to call the footprint ONLY FOOTPRINT; as it triggered in me an inexorable nostalgia for the past; faded into obsolete wisps of nothingness with the tiniest draught of wind, I preferred to call the frown ONLY FROWN; as it 572

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embodied a cloud of pathetic gloom in blissful entities seated around; dreadfully disrupted the harmony of God's divinely creation, I preferred to call vulture ONLY VULTURE; as it insidiously plucked the flesh of my revered compatriots who had celestially relinquished breath to depart for their heavenly abode, I preferred to call the dustbin ONLY DUSTBIN; as it profusely fostered overwhelmingly crumpled fragments; which decimated traces of exuberant energy, I preferred to call the dungeon ONLY DUNGEON; as it ruthlessly abdicated all forms of vivaciously blistering sunlight; rotting in perennial darkness; bringing euphoric man closer to his grave, I preferred to call bombastic slang ONLY SLANG; as it hideously overpowered the rustically holistic rudiments of an individual; made him wholesomely oblivious to even the place where he was born, I preferred to call poison ONLY POISON; as it snapped the fangs of precious existence; with its lethally abominable venom, I preferred to call the devil ONLY DEVIL; as he dared the audacity to raise his savagely senseless head in front of my Omnipresent Creator, But I preferred to call my Mother; as Mom; Mamma; Mummy; Mommy; Ma and an infinite other names from the repertoire of God; as she was the entity who had given me birth to witness and relish this fabulous world, And I preferred to call my Beloved; as sweetheart; darling; revered wife; dreamgirl; poetry; and an infinite other names in the treasury of Almighty Lord; as she was the very reason that I was breathing life this very moment; infact would continue to live even if the planet failed to be born again…….

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BRINGING A SMILE ON YOUR FACE

The doctor brought a smile on your face; by his flurry of boisterously potent medicines, The magician brought a smile on your face; by his fathomless myriad of stupendously enchanting tricks, The clouds brought a smile on your face; by showering upon your impeccable persona; with glistening globules of euphoric rain, The farmer brought a smile on your face; by sharing with you a festoon of majestically sparkling rubicund fruit, The grandiloquent pen brought a smile on your face; by embossing boundless lines of exquisite calligraphy on sheets of your treacherously barren exam paper, The birds brought a smile on your face; by soaring vivaciously amidst exuberantly blue bits of silver sky, The waves brought a smile on your face; by dissipating into a cloudburst of poignantly tangy forth; clashing against the chain of cold blooded rocks in overwhelmingly rhapsodic frenzy, The Sun brought a smile on your face; by playing hide and seek with your immaculately fluttering eyelashes; striking your innocuous eyeballs with its marvelously dazzling light, The nightingale brought a smile on your face; by its ingratiatingly captivating voice; filtering a path of irrefutable melody in the vicinity of your intricate ears, The pilot brought a smile on your face; by transporting you through the blissfully ecstatic clouds; with profusely pearly rays of the moon now at whisker lengths from your countenance, The cow brought a smile on your face; by impregnating your demeanor with astronomical spurts of invincible fortification, 574

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The lotus brought a smile on your face; by dissipating its incredulously rejuvenating fragrance to every corner of your thoroughly flabbergasted bones, The watchman brought a smile to your face; by guarding you like an unconquerable fortress; while you snored in the realms of mesmerizing fantasy all night, The bee brought a smile to your face; by inundating your palms with unfathomably gorgeous streams of ebullient honey, The horse brought a smile to your face; by embarking you upon your exhilarating expedition; of the supremely verdant and enigmatic countryside, The appetizing morsels of steaming broth brought a smile on your face; by wholesomely placating pangs of hunger fulminating more abnormally than the volcano; every second in your stomach, The pair of voluptuously seductive lips brought a smile on your face; by igniting infernos of insatiable desire in your body; as they brushed across your chest, The mother brought a smile on your face; by giving you birth and the tenacity to unflinchingly confront the most diabolical aspect of tyrannical existence, The Almighty Lord brought a smile on your face; by granting you a right to celestially survive as one of his infinite molecules, And the Beloved brought a smile on your face; by her irrefutably sacred virtue of immortal love; that kept you always smiling for countless more births even after your death….

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NO COMBATS In order to combat the arrow of abhorrently maiming prejudice; I used the wave of bountifully compassionate and beautifully celestial; companionship, In order to combat the arrow of baselessly dastardly fear; I used the mountains of unsurpassably fearless and peerlessly unblemished; courage, In order to combat the arrow of libidinously penalizing raunchiness; I used the scent of righteously scintillating and divinely benign; humanity, In order to combat the arrow of venomously acrid manipulation; I used the sword of exuberantly unflinching and altruistically blistering; patriotism, In order to combat the arrow of lasciviously terrorizing drought; I used the cloud of inimitably crimson and gregariously perennial; rain, In order to combat the arrow of fecklessly frigid depression; I used the sea of rhapsodically untamed and fragrantly effervescent; happiness, In order to combat the arrow of turgidly brutal monotony; I used the sky of fathomlessly ingratiating and timelessly triumphant; freedom, In order to combat the arrow of egregiously fetid laziness; I used the mist of spell bindingly exhilarating and blessedly proliferating; newness, In order to combat the arrow of irrationally indiscriminating greed; I used the mantra of eternally fantastic and benevolently tranquil; selflessness, In order to combat the arrow of hedonistically salacious slavery; I used the rainbow of vivaciously victorious and irrefutably unassailable; freedom, In order to combat the arrow of deliriously diabolical insanity; I used the inferno of harmoniously seductive and perpetually symbiotic; mankind, In order to combat the arrow of lackadaisically directionless dereliction; I used the Sun of timelessly ticking and everlastingly blazing; truth, In order to combat the arrow of torturously tormenting chauvinism; I used the meadows of holistically placating and impregnably priceless; simplicity, In order to combat the arrow of vindictively fretful debauchery; I used the tunes of uninhibitedly embracing and ubiquitously uniting; poetry, In order to combat the arrow of bizarrely estranged 576

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commercialism; I used the panacea of vividly efficacious and invincibly bonding; brotherhood, In order to combat the arrow of treacherously asphyxiating boredom; I used the cisterns of fantastically fantasizing and tantalizingly silken; sensuousness, In order to combat the arrow of invidiously incarcerating betrayal; I used the tonic of irretrievably unending and tirelessly unfettered; faith, In order to combat the arrow of poisonously pernicious death; I used the carpet of surreally enigmatic and bounteously heavenly; life, But in order to combat the arrow of immortally unshakable love; I didn’t use; not did I ever wanted to use even the most infinitesimal of defense; as I let it wholeheartedly pierce the corridors of my penuriously slavering heart; let it liberate me forever and ever and ever; from the tensions of greedy life; from the aftermaths of ghastly death…..

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HAD ROOM FOR NONE ELSE Even if the entire world disdainfully shrugged you; dismissing you as a piece of inconspicuously threadbare shit, Even if the entire world lecherously whipped you; mercilessly hurtling you in a dungeon of ominous scorpions for ostensibly no fault of yours, Even if the entire world impugned you of being bawdily adulterated; although your soul was as pristine as the godly mother’s milk, Even if the entire world indefatigably jeered at you; for solely following the voices of your immaculate conscience, The beats of my heart still throbbed more passionately for you even as the whole planet outside cruelly lambasted and castigated; and the corridors of my impoverished life had room for no other organism on earth but you; you and only you O! Eternal beloved…. 1… Even if the entire world hedonistically spat on your sparkling honesty; ghoulishly yearning to jinx every righteous step that you tread, Even if the entire world fretfully blinded your immaculate integrity; with corpses of acrimoniously pugnacious manipulation, Even if the entire world salaciously molested every trace of your sacrosanct shadow; relentlessly trying to metamorphose all your insatiable jubilation into a wisp of infidel nothingness, Even if the entire world invidiously obfuscated your path to philanthropism; wanting you to perilously coalesce with the mortuary of delinquent politics instead, The beats of my heart throbbed more passionately for you even as the whole planet outside satanically cursed and wailed; and the corridors of my truncated life had room for no other organism on earth but you; you and only you O! Priceless beloved…. 2… Even if the entire world incessantly shrugged at you in bizarre skepticism; impugning you of the most cannibalistic crimes; which you had never ever dreamt or committed, 578

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Even if the entire world treated you as a diminutively feckless dustbin; giving you only lackadaisical stone to eat; while they profusely bathed in waterfalls of crimson wine, Even if the entire world heinously hissed at your innocuous dwelling; making each unfurling instant of your existence; more venomously diabolical than the scorpion sting, Even if the entire world horrendously slashed your stupendously mellifluous voice; with parasitically blood-stained chains of delirious immorality, The beats of my heart throbbed more passionately for you even as the whole planet outside baselessly crucified and burnt; and the corridors of my destined life had room for no other organism on earth but you; you and only you O! Omnipotent beloved…. 3…. Even if the entire world barbarously torched you to the last bone of your spine; meting out their dastardly graveyards of frustration; upon your innocently shimmering skin, Even if the entire world mordantly toyed with your river of uninhibitedly spell bidning emotions; maliciously exploiting your irrevocable honesty; to construct the foundations of their hideous cowardliness, Even if the entire world ghastily tormented you beyond the thresholds of sagacious sanity; overshadowing the wave of your blazing patriotism with opprobrious retribution, Even if the entire world lethally adulterated every aspect of your brilliantly beautiful life; incarcerating you like a miserably chained puppet; in the dungeons of disparaging depravation, The beats of my heart throbbed more passionately for you even as the whole planet outside sadistically tyrannized and mutiliated; and the corridors of my minuscule life had room for no other organism on earth but you; you and only you O! Immortal beloved….

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LICENSE TO LOVE

It was none other than the stupendously enamoring and timeless fragrance of the crimson roses; that beautifully gave me the license to uninhibitedly smell, It was none other than the enchantingly gregarious and celestial festoon of bountiful clouds; that exuberantly gave me the license to uninhibitedly fly, It was none other than the flirtatiously tantalizing and insatiably seductive mountain tip; that euphorically gave me the license to uninhibitedly fantasize, It was none other than the rhapsodically undulating and enigmatically leaping ocean; that resplendently gave me the license to uninhibitedly adventure, It was none other than the melodiously chirping and enchantingly voluptuous nightingales; that beautifully gave me the license to uninhibitedly romanticize, It was none other than the unflinchingly blazing and Omnipotently golden Sun; that limitlessly gave me the license to uninhibitedly triumph, It was none other than the uncannily vibrant and blissfully tranquil forest; that unrestrictedly gave me the license to uninhibitedly dance, It was none other than the magnetically alluring and unfathomably titillating seductress; that gave me the license to uninhibitedly enchant, It was none other than the impeccably milky and fathomlessly iridescent Moon; that fascinatingly gave me the license to uninhibitedly sleep, It was none other than the indomitably heavenly and sacrosanct Mother; that perennially gave me the license to uninhibitedly frolic, It was none other than the patriotically undaunted and intrepidly righteous soldier; that altruistically gave me the license to uninhibitedly blaze, It was none other than the majestically parading and fearlessly galloping lion; that impregnably gave me the license to uninhibitedly express, It was none other than the convivially twinkling and mischievously sensuous star; that fantastically gave me the license to uninhibitedly 580

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enlighten, It was none other than the artistically extraordinary and spellbindingly mollifying cradle; that unimaginably gave me the license to uninhibitedly reminisce, It was none other than the brilliantly emulating and immaculately ingenious chimpanzee; that wonderfully gave me the license to uninhibitedly innovate, It was none other than the panoramically Omniscient and endlessly proliferating chapter of life; that divinely gave me the license to uninhibitedly discover, It was none other than the irrefutably righteous and unassailably spotless conscience; that aristocratically gave me the license to uninhibitedly consecrate, It was none other than the poetically charismatic and unshakably unstoppable breath; that perpetually gave me the license to uninhibitedly live, And it was none other than the passionately thundering and effulgently rhythmic heart; that immortally gave me the license to uninhibitedly love….

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AT LEAST ONCE It really doesn’t matter whether you dressed up like a majestically unconquerable prince an infinite number of times; or whether you indolently wandered into the aisles of fecklessness without the most infinitesimal of fabric to drape your trembling form, It really doesn’t matter whether you digested the most scrumptiously tantalizing meals an infinite number of times; or whether you torturously emaciated every single of your intestine; till the last iota of breath that you exhaled, It really doesn’t matter whether you indefatigably sailed in the most swankiest of aircrafts an infinite number of times; or whether you preposterously slithered on obdurately cold-blooded ground; pathetically decaying every day of your existence like a frigidly orphaned leaf, It really doesn’t matter whether you insatiably fantasized about the fathomlessly unending beauty of this Universe an infinite number of times; or whether you deliriously stared into a corpse of jinxed baselessness for centuries immemorial, It really doesn’t matter whether you uninhibitedly danced in the heart of the vivaciously moonlit night an infinite number of times; or whether you withered like an infidel piece of insipid chalk at the most diminutive draught of wind, It really doesn’t matter whether you philanthropically smiled at your every comrade who came your way an infinite number of times; or whether you despicably fretted and fumed in your cocoon of insanely mundane commercialism, It really doesn’t matter whether you restlessly innovated a valley of unsurpassable freshness an infinite number of times; or whether you decrepitly stagnated in the dungeons of hedonistically prejudiced malice, It really doesn’t matter whether you supremely embellished every cranny of your persona with an unfathomable ocean of pearls an infinite number of times; or whether you bathed in disdainful cowdung curry as the minutes painstakingly unveiled by, It really doesn’t matter whether you enchantingly sang 582

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till endless eternity for an infinite number of times; or whether you discordantly croaked in the graveyards of ignominiously rebuking oblivion for ostensibly no reason or rhyme, It really doesn’t matter whether you forever stood first in even the most evanescent of tasks that you attempted an infinite number of times; or whether you disastrously stuttered to nimbly amble a single step, It really doesn’t matter whether you astoundingly nurtured every aspect of your life to irrevocably inimitable perfection an infinite number of times; or whether you callously pillaged and blundered on even the most easiest of lanes that greeted you in your way, It really doesn’t matter whether you made patriotically blazing victory your daily cup of reinvigorating morning tea an infinite number of times; or whether you collapse like a pack of incongruously livid pancakes; morbidly within the realms of your sleep, It really doesn’t matter whether you indefatigably chased newer dimensions of prosperity an infinite number of times; or whether you dastardly discarded every moment of your survival; aimlessly admiring the delinquently irascible ants, It really doesn’t matter whether you philandered amongst the highest echelon of society an infinite number of times; or whether you lackadaisically shriveled in the dungeons of purposelessly solitary oblivion, It really doesn’t matter whether you celestially snored under the rhapsodically voluptuous quilts an infinite number of times; or whether you haplessly salivated on the dusty streets; with the salacious begging bowl outstretched from your unruly bohemian palms, It really doesn’t matter whether you compassionately garnered International acclaim and cynosure of the highest degree an infinite number of times; or whether you insidiously retreated in your shattered cocoon at the tiniest ray of alien light, It really doesn’t matter whether you spawned into a rainbow of invincible versatility an infinite number of times; or whether you lead every unraveling second of your life; like a penuriously middle-class man, And it really doesn’t matter whether you joyously executed an infinite number of things in the odyssey of your enigmatic life for an infinite number times or 583

whether you nonchalantly discarded your every hour into the mortuaries of barren nothingness, But it is my humble plea to one and all of you on this colossal Universe alike; that do unassailably dedicate every passionate beat of your heart to the person you love at least once in your life; do definitely fall and gloriously fructify into the branches of immortal love; at least once in your entire lifetime…

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MR. AND MRS. OMNIPOTENT LOVE When Miss Voluptuously Enchanting Rain met Mr. Spell Bindingly Effulgent Earth; they insuperably became; Mr. & Mrs. Eternal fructifying Prosperity, When Miss Boisterously Frolicking Bumble Bee met Mr. Unbelievably Fragrant Louts; they perpetually became; Mr. & Mrs. Eternally Sparkling Vivaciousness, When Miss Ingratiatingly Royal Sensitivity met Mr. Uninhibitedly Fulminating Freedom; they impregnably became, Mr. & Mrs. Unflinchingly Unbelievable Patriotism, When Miss Exhilaratingly Timeless Fantasy met Mr. Unsurpassably Eternal Seduction; they perennially became; Mr. & Mrs. Tantalizingly Effulgent Proliferation, When Miss Charismatically Symbiotic Smiles met Mr. Effeminately Poignant Valley; they unassailably became; Mr. & Mrs. Ubiquitously Unparalleled Artistry, When Miss Intimately Convivial Sweetness met Mr. Holistically Symbiotic Wind; they unshakably became; Mr. & Mrs. Regally Priceless Mankind, When Miss Ferociously Austere Anger met Mr. Profusely Unlimited Honey; they timelessly became; Mr. & Mrs. Eclectically Vivid Tanginess, When Miss Enthrallingly Pristine Blackness met Mr. Flamboyantly Flaming Sun; they tirelessly became; Mr. & Mrs. Exuberantly Mollifying Evening, When Miss Marvelously Insatiable Compassion met Mr. Fearlessly Altruistic Fortitude; they irrevocably became; Mr. & Mrs. Everlastingly Unblemished Unity, When Miss Surreptitiously Philandering Mist met Mr. Bewitchingly Esoteric Adventurer; they indomitably became; Mr. & Mrs. Fathomlessly Stupefying Enigma, When Miss Unrestrictedly Expressive Tigress met Mr. Phlegmatically Reticent Air; they unstoppably became; Mr. & Mrs. Celestially Pleasant Atmosphere, When Miss Aristocratically Ingenious Rainbow met Mr. Artistically Fantastic Poetry; they harmoniously became; Mr. & Mrs. Unrelentingly Exotic Adventure, When Miss Inexorably Profound Concentration met Mr. Limitlessly Luminiscent Dedication; they exultatingly became; Mr. & Mrs. Inimitably Ecstatic Victory, 585

When Miss Resplendently Discovering Freedom met Mr. Dazzlingly Unconquerable Truth; they unceasingly became; Mr. & Mrs. Supremely Enamoring Paradise, When Miss Astoundingly Ingenious Punctuality met Mr. Incomprehensibly state-of-the-art Precision; they infallibly became; Mr. & Mrs. Gloriously Unassailable Picture-Perfect, When Miss Panoramically Virgin Beauty met Mr. Mellifluously Priceless Rudiments; they invincibly became; Mr & Mrs. Sensuously Heavenly Mother-Nature, When Miss Fascinatingly Relentless Dreamer met Mr. Gregariously Synergistic Philosopher; they inevitably became; Mr. & Mrs. Unbreakably Unlimited Friend, When Miss Vibrantly Untamed Breath met Mr. Passionately Vivid Enthusiasm; they unrestrictedly became; Mr. & Mrs. Sacredly Blessing Life, And when Miss Divinely Thundering Heart met Mr. Unimaginably Burgeoning Freshness; they immortally became; Mr. & Mrs. Endlessly Omnipotent Love….

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UNCEASINGLY SIZELESS Every foot on this wonderfully colossal Universe had a specific size; some as large as the untamed bohemian giants; while some as small as intricately delectable mushroom sprouts, Every hand on this insatiably resplendent Universe had a specific size; some as large as boundlessly rustic tree-trunks; while some as small as exotically petite ice-candy cones, Every waist on this beautifully bountiful Universe had a specific size; some as large as haplessly sailing parachutes in fathomlessly azure sky; while some as small as an infinitesimally infidel ant’s nest, Every lip on this wonderfully timeless Universe had a specific size; some as large as replenishing coconut shells; while some as small as cherries ripped apart into a zillion pieces, Every finger on this gigantically iridescent Universe had a specific size; some as large as brilliantly towering mountain peaks; while some as small as an orphaned globule of evanescent water, Every ear on this timelessly endowing Universe had a specific size; some as large as an uninhibitedly flapping banana leaf; while some as small as the stray cat’s soggily curled whisker, Every neck on this limitlessly luminescent Universe had a specific size; some as large as uncontrollably galloping Kangaroo; while some as small as the miserably decrepit pebble on the street, Every head on this tirelessly triumphant Universe had a specific size; some as large as dinosaurs unblemished egg; while some as small as the boisterously buzzing bumble bee, Every tooth on this exuberantly victorious Universe had a specific size; some as large as jagged caves of compassionate snow; while some as small as the fascinatingly broken pencil tip, Every eyeball on this exotically effulgent Universe had a specific size; some as large as fields of rampantly sprawling corn; while some as small as pinches of diminutively disappearing salt, Every wrist on this majestically mitigating Universe had a specific size; some as large as King’s patriotic army; while some as small as the caterpillar shivering 587

inexplicably inside his shell, Every bone on this unbelievably rhapsodic Universe had a specific size; some as large as the inscrutably undulating sea-wave; while some as small as the parsimoniously pulverized shells on the estranged shores, Every nose on this harmoniously fructifying Universe had a specific size; some as large as the ultimate pine tree tip; while some as small as the disdainful worm slithering haplessly on cold ground, Every personality on this gregariously opalescent Universe had a specific size; some as large as the fathomlessly sparkling sky; while some as small as the truculently battered and cacophonically wailing beggar’s bowl, Every hair on this altruistically undaunted Universe had a specific size; some as large as the waterfall of immeasurable silk; while some as small as the mercurial dot of white in the moonless night, Every tongue on this convivially eclectic Universe had a specific size; some as large as the profoundly full blossomed plumage of the enamoring peacock; while some as small as the ethereally alluring and inconspicuously incongruous dewdrop, Every shadow on this unlimitedly blessing Universe had a specific size; some as large as the backdrop of Mount Everest; while some as small as the passage of trapped air within the lackluster keyhole, Every dream on this perpetually divine Universe had a specific size; some as large as the unrelenting whirlpool of freshly born desire; while some as small as the crow’s obnoxiously abstemious and unsavory feather, But every heart on this invincibly Immortal Universe was unceasingly sizeless; selflessly radiating symbiotically passionate rivers of love; till times even after life on the planet had stopped to be; and forever and ever and ever…

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LOVE --A PERPETUAL POISON Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as a valley of unendingly rhapsodic freshness, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as an enamoringly miraculous prince; of symbiotically fragrant togetherness, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as an impregnable civilization of propitious beauty and unfathomably unceasing charisma, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as a radiantly bounteous garden of; limitlessly altruistic scent, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as a vivaciously euphoric rainbow; of unconquerable timelessness, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as an eternal fairy of divine graciousness; ardently embracing one and all; redolently alike, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as a rapaciously untamed inferno of unparalleled sensuousness; profoundly enlightening every cranny of your despairingly macabre life, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as a cloud of vibrantly inebriating desire; ubiquitously showering the blessings of philanthropic mankind; till even beyond you abnegated your last breath, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as thunderbolts of unsurpassable excitement; with the untamed ecstasy to discover lingering profusely in the whites of your impeccable eyes, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as a mist of endlessly silken yearning; fervently blending you with winds of uncontrollably exuberant triumph, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as an insurmountably tantalizing seductress; unraveling a sky of fathomless enchantment; on every step that you tread, 589

Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as the epitome of gloriously unfettered prosperity; and for a countless more rhapsodically unconquerable lifetimes, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as the ultimate darling of all tribes; with the magic of effulgent harmony; coalescing you forever and ever and ever with every holistic ingredient of the atmosphere, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as an insuperably majestic harbinger of priceless truth and humanity; to unite every speck of disgruntled hatred with the knots of unflinching solidarity, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as a poignantly undulating sea of exhilarating adventure; a benevolent fantasy that unstoppably culminates into dewdrops of unrestricted sensuality, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as the most charismatically favorite molecule of Omnipotent Lord Almighty; the most prized possession next to the sacred toe of his ever-pervading feet, Love is a perpetual poison that kills al right; but only to reborn you once again; as an undefeated Sun of optimistically blazing hope; in the corridor of every despairingly shattered and traumatic life, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as a boundless Universe of everlasting proliferation; the magically untainted tenacity to evolve infinite more of your own synergistic kind, Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as a selflessly immortal soldier; timelessly mitigating your venerated motherland; from the clutches of salaciously incarcerating prejudice, And Love is a perpetual poison that kills all right; but only to reborn you once again; as a breath of blessedly fantastic life; such a fearlessly invincible existence that not even the most diminutive of devil on this entire Universe; could ever dream to destroy or devilishly dismantle…

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FOREVER AND ONLY YOURS One minute I may be perched well above the blazing island of Omnipotent Sun; while the very next instant I may find myself slavering penuriously on dead soil, One minute I may be rhapsodically adventuring in a valley of exuberantly burgeoning flowers; while the very next instant I may find myself brutally incarcerated in chains of ghoulishly abhorrent prejudice, One minute I may be floating in the aisles of desire like a majestically uncrowned prince; while the very next instant I may find myself buried amidst inconspicuously infidel and vicious garbage trash, One minute I may be royally consecrated for my artistic accomplishments; while the very next instant I may find myself being satanically kicked; by unceremoniously dastardly parasites, One minute I may be ingeniously contriving plans to blissfully change the complexion of all flagrantly estranged mankind; while the very next instant I might find myself trembling naked; under unsparing avalanches of frigidly cold-blooded ice, One minute I may be articulately channelizing congenitally brilliant talent on the trajectory of this fathomless Universe; while the very next instant I might find myself hopelessly staggering in graveyards of defeat; at a profound loss of words to express even my own name, One minute I may be bountifully garnering all enchanting cynosure that lay on this boundless planet; while the very next instant I might find myself in vindictive clutches of depravation and dereliction; asphyxiating the breath out of me for times immemorial, One minute I may be prolifically penning down countless lines of exotically triumphant poetry; while the very next instant I might find myself slithering beside the venomously delirious scorpions, One minute I may be embracing the winds of vividly euphoric timelessness; while the very next instant I might find myself imprisoned by unfathomable coffins of darkness and miserable solitude, One minute I may be handsomely liberating myself of all agony on the wings of unstoppably enamoring sensuousness; while the very next instant I might find 591

myself preposterously swallowing blood stained thorns; as my only lunch and indigent breakfast, One minute I may be swirling like a whirlwind of unflinchingly inimitable success; while the very next instant I might find myself in shambles of egregiously derogatory nervousness; hardly able to alight a singleton foot from cold ground, One minute I may be uninhibitedly dancing under the magically venerated milk of resplendent moonlight; while the very next instant I might find myself; uncouthly slitting my veins in intolerably devastating desperation, One minute I may be innocuously cavorting with nubile maidens of my choice on the ingratiatingly rain soaked hills; while the very next instant I might find myself begging on the discordantly rambunctious streets; with the skeleton of my impoverished form being attacked by hedonistically unscrupulous termites, One minute I may be unrelentingly fantasizing beneath the regally opulent delights of my compassionate quilt; while the very next instant I might find myself mordantly chained next to the stray dog’s collar; for not coagulating with my employer’s whims and insane delights, One minute I may be weighed in gargantuan mountains of aristocratically glistening gold and silver; while the very next instant I might find myself sinking deeper and deeper into the coffins of quaintly obsolete and horrifically decaying nothingness, One minute I may be outclassing every other organism on this gigantic Universe with the enlightening dynamism in my countenance; while the very next instant I might find myself frenetically struggling for breath; like an infinitesimal mosquito in the mouth of the diabolical shark, One minute I may be blossoming as a harbinger of ubiquitous solidarity and humanity; while the very next instant I might find myself profanely plagiarized and attacked by the devil for ostensibly no fault of mine; nor reason nor rhyme, One minute I may be undauntedly soaring in miraculously Omnipotent clouds; while the very next instant I might find myself being grotesquely manipulated like a lame puppet; in the hands of blood-sucking politicians and forlorn malice, One minute I may be spawning into an inscrutably fructifying forest of invincibly glorious life; while the very next instant I might find myself bizarrely 592

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depleted of every single layer of oxygen in my lungs; ardently wanting nothing else but the signature of ghastly death, O! Yes; Life is a tumultuously arcane odyssey; and I really don’t know where its going to take me; in what form was I going to unfurl every cascading minute of my survival; and what lay exactly forward for me in my destiny, But this is my eternal promise to you O! Immortal Beloved; that wherever I am; in whatever shape the Lord wanted me to exist; my compassion will forever continue to throb in your priceless heart; our spirits shall forever be one even infinite births after I cease to physically exist; AND MY LOVE WAS; IS AND WILL FOREVER REMAIN YOURS; YOURS; AND ONLY YOURS…

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WHOLESOMELY EMPTYING When you wholesomely emptied the rhapsodically fathomless sky; all that blissfully poured out was nothing else; but an unfathomable galaxy of panoramic beauty and everlastingly Omnipotent enchantment, When you wholesomely emptied the ravishingly undulating ocean; all that euphorically gushed out was nothing else; but a fabulously tangy gorge of poignantly exhilarating salt, When you wholesomely emptied the ignominiously fetid gutter; all that scurrilously hurtled out was nothing else; but a vapidly morbid mortuary of sewage and preposterously cadaverous stink, When you wholesomely emptied the mellifluously blossoming lotus; all that pristinely disseminated out was nothing else; but an invincibly celestial meadow of inimitably unparalleled scent, When you wholesomely emptied the ghoulishly invidious corpse; all that mordantly diffused out was nothing else; but a frigidly pulverized curry of traumatically disgruntled nothingness, When you wholesomely emptied the indomitably towering mountain; all that unitedly exploded out was nothing else; but an unstoppably eternal reservoir of handsomely Herculean and unflinching strength, When you wholesomely emptied the nefariously gratuitous parasite; all that ballistically blasted out was nothing else; but a stream of ghastily devoured and innocently priceless blood, When you wholesomely emptied the boisterously bubbling beehive; all that ingratiatingly dribbled out was nothing else; but a valley of fantastically exuberant energy and divine sweetness, When you wholesomely emptied the manipulatively prejudiced politicians house; all that vicariously tumbled out was nothing else; but a sonorously decrepit graveyard of profanely clandestine devilishness, When you wholesomely emptied the blissfully venerated cow; all that benevolently crept out was nothing else; but a fountain of impregnably enamoring and godly milk, When you wholesomely emptied the satanically menacing dinosaurs; all that derogatorily fulminated out was nothing else; but an unrelentingly sadistic curry of preposterously squelched and uncontrollably slavering 594

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organism, When you wholesomely emptied the belly of the inscrutably majestic forests; all that royally floated out was nothing else; but a wonderfully tantalizing breeze of exhilaratingly ecstatic adventure and timeless freshness, When you wholesomely emptied the jubilantly newborn eyes; all that innocuously drifted out was nothing else; but an egalitarian empathy for all echelon of motley mankind; symbiotically bonding with the heavenly rudiments of existence forever and ever and ever, When you wholesomely emptied the corporate tycoon’s glass of tea; all that salaciously wafted out was nothing else; but a flagrantly surreptitious scheme to unreasonably over topple his competitor; for even the most evanescent trace of the currency coin, When you wholesomely emptied the Omnipotently fearless Sun; all that gloriously dazzled out was nothing else; but an unsurpassably insuperable civilization of optimistic enlightenment and vividly blazing patriotism, When you wholesomely emptied the lethally insidious scorpions den; all that devastatingly diffused out was nothing else; but threateningly acrimonious and bawdily asphyxiating poison, When you wholesomely emptied the resplendently sparkling oyster; all that robustly culminated out was nothing else; but charismatically burgeoning rain-showers of beautifully glistening pearls and effulgent prosperity, When you wholesomely emptied the coffins of dolorously decaying betrayal; all that hedonistically ricocheted out was nothing else; but the gallows of truculently torturous and fiendishly strangulating death, And when you wholesomely emptied the sensitively passionate and uninhibitedly palpitating heart; all that timelessly liberated out was nothing else; but the rainbow of immortally blessing and unbreakably bonding love; love and sensuously fiery love…

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EXPECTATIONS MASSACRE LIFE It was only when you started to insatiably expect; that every stranger on the street would wholeheartedly smile; altruistically enshroud each dreary aspect of your beleaguered existence with unprecedented happiness, That it terribly hurt you; when he unsparingly abused you; excoriating you apart like inconspicuously frigid shit; for ostensibly no reason or plausible rhyme; instead… It was only when you started to inexorably expect; that the conglomerate of voluptuous clouds in the cosmos; perpetually inundated every emaciated cranny of parched earth with enchantingly golden rain, That it unsurpassably hurt you; when they immutably refrained to shower even an evanescent trickle even after drifting centimeters close to soil; metamorphosed every conceivable tuft of exotic green; into a graveyard of bizarrely disparaging sand; instead…. It was only when you started to rapaciously expect; that the boisterously cavorting bee; would handsomely bless and enlighten the drearily lambasted roses around you, That it limitlessly hurt you; when it acrimoniously hurtled right towards the whites of your impeccable eye and vengefully stung you; instead…. It was only when you started to endlessly expect; that the neighbor would chivalrously reciprocate your congenital kindness; unflinching standing by you in your times of horrendously inexplicable and cancerous distress, That it hedonistically hurt you; when he ghoulishly smattered every speck of preposterous dirt in his dwelling; with lethal disdain on your face; instead…. It was only when you started to unbelievably expect; that every inch of soil that you timelessly transgressed; would seductively tantalize and compassionately greet the haplessly staggering soles of your fatigued feet, That it intransigently hurt you; when the ground perpetuated you to fretfully bleed and crumble; transforming into a battalion of cadaverously acerbic thorns even before you could alight a single foot; 596

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instead… It was only when you started to tirelessly expect; that the very first rays of brilliantly Omnipotent Sun next morning; would miraculously mitigate you of even the most infinitesimal iota of your torturous agony, That it tyrannically hurt you; when the mordantly main and viciously livid smog; hazily obfuscated every trace of light; instead…. It was only when you started to passionately expect; that the indomitably intrepid mountains; would perpetually sequester you in their unshakably peerless aura, That it unimaginably hurt you; when they ignominiously buried you alive under an avalanche of incongruously untamed ice; instead… It was only when you started to unconquerably expect; that the immaculate woman on the turnstiles; would invincibly treat you like her venerated son, That it disconsolately hurt you; when she lasciviously crept towards you and tawdrily offered you her profanely sundry body; instead…. It was only when you started to unceasingly expect; that every wave of the undulatingly frosty ocean; would transcend you to above the realms of veritably blissful paradise, That it traumatically hurt you; when the waters savagely drowned you to the rock bottom without giving you the tiniest of subtle innuendo; instead…. And it was only when you started to unrelentingly expect; that the girl for which your heart throbbed more everlastingly than the corridors of eternal eternity; would irrefutably become the sole partner of your existence, That it intolerably hurt you; when she came to tantalizingly kiss you every moonlit evening; and then bonded in threads of perennial matrimony with your most dreaded enemy; choosing you for the night and him for life; instead….

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DYING IN YOUR PERPETUAL LAP An honor more indomitable for me; than euphorically catapulting to the most handsomely embellished summit of the invincible Himalayas, An honor more Herculean for me; than resplendently relishing every ingredient of my blood; with the eternally fructifying fruits of venerated mother nature, An honor more unsurpassable for me; than engendering the entire gigantic Universe to nimbly dance; on my harmoniously symbiotic fingertips, An honor more unlimited for me; than assimilating every conceivable trace of affluence; from the panoramically mesmerizing treasuries of this fathomless planet, Was breathing the last breath of my impoverished life in your divinely arms O! Eternal Beloved; profoundly reminiscing those ardent moments when we had just first met; and then dying in your beautiful lap only to be reborn; as yours and only yours IMMORTAL LOVER… 1. An honor more unfathomable for me; than rejoicing my life as a rapaciously embellished prince; every unfurling minute that I insuperably lived, An honor more limitless for me; than imbibing every bit of ingenious proliferation; that bountifully flowered on the trajectory of this unbelievably eclectic Universe, An honor more boundless for me; than leading every instant of my existence as the wind of aristocratically blazing patriotism and philanthropic selflessness, An honor more momentous for me; than being consecrated as a temple of heavenly righteousness; for my indefatigable pioneering of the religion of humanity, Was breathing the last breath of my truncated life close to your enchanting lips O! Enamoring Beloved; poignantly reminiscing our clandestine flirtation away from all conventionally tyrannical society; and then dying in your perennial lap; only to be reborn as yours and only yours IMMORTAL 598

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LOVER… 2…. An honor more victorious for me; than reigning as an inferno of unassailably unflinching authority; over every construable bit of space on this relentlessly unceasing earth, An honor more unending for me; than being worshipped as an irrevocably altruistic martyr; by all echelon of iridescently motley mankind, An honor more memorable for me; than impregnably illuminating as a singular flame of Omnipotently optimistic hope; in every household besieged with ghoulishly disparaging despair, An honor more enlightening for me; than relentlessly feasting my eyes on the corridors of peerlessly undefeatable and blissfully timeless paradise, Was breathing the last breath of my destitute life staring into your ingratiatingly pristine eyes O! Bountiful Beloved; compassionately reminiscing those moments when our lips met in torrentially ecstatic frenzy for the very first time; and then dying in your inimitable lap; only to be reborn as yours and only yours IMMORTAL LOVER… 3.. An honor more tremendous for me; than unrelentingly drenching myself in the rain of tirelessly blessing prosperity, An honor more versatile for me; than being prolifically written about; serenaded to the most unprecedented limits of cynosure; all across the hi-tech world, An honor more towering for me; than being christened as the most splendidly sacred; humanitarian saint alive, An honor more fragrant for me; than coalescing even the most mercurial cranny of my countenance with the blessedly untainted religion of unshakable mankind, Was breathing the last breath of my unsolicited life nibbling at your silken ears O! benign Beloved; effusively reminiscing that instant when we were bonded by all religions in threads of connubial matrimony; and then dying in your ubiquitous lap; only to be reborn as yours and only yours IMMORTAL LOVER…

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ON THE GALLOWS OF On the gallows of blisteringly everlasting patriotism; hung the unflinchingly venerated; martyr, On the gallows of disastrously unforgiving hell; hung the mercilessly massacring and ruthlessly cold-blooded; tyrant, On the gallows of brutally delirious insanity; hung the disdainfully dilapidated and reclusively shunting loner, On the gallows of perpetually glistening truth; hung the blissfully iridescent and beautifully blessed; harbinger of humanity, On the gallows of disheveled dastardliness; hung the viciously decrepit and salaciously invidious parasite, On the gallows of eternally fructifying pricelessness; hung the shadows of celestially invincible and euphorically triumphant; simplicity, On the gallows of ominously disappearing non-existence; hung the indiscriminately pulverizing and heartlessly victimizing; murderer, On the gallows of flagrantly orphaned stink; hung the mortuaries of sadistically torturous and debasingly criminal; bigotry, On the gallows of cadaverously sinister ignominy; hung the graveyards of perniciously bizarre and lividly maiming; retribution, On the gallows of venomously besmirched treachery; hung the vapid coffins of hideously vituperative and fecklessly banal; laziness, On the gallows of intransigently egregious abuse; hung the ghost of criminally derogatory and atrociously simpering; lies, On the gallows of pathetically diminishing insult; hung the baselessly abysmal skull of the worthlessly deteriorating and horrifically manipulative; politician, On the gallows of severely asphyxiating accident; hung the carcasses of ruggedly infidel and demonically callous; carelessness, On the gallows of unstoppably victimizing boredom; hung the parsimoniously unsavory crevices of penalizingly truculent and indefatigably iconoclastic; poverty, On the gallows of infinitesimally two-pence sordidness; hung the ant hole of maliciously 600

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adulterated and preposterously decadent; chicanery, On the gallows of continuously stabbing misery; hung the dungeon of unsparingly molesting and heinously beheading; crime, On the gallows of lethally sinful banishment; hung the thorn of obsoletely contumacious and pruriently disillusioning; racialism, On the gallows of stonily wastrel death; hung the jinxed hood of jejunely jailing and haplessly disorienting; atheism, And on the gallows of gloriously fragrant immortality; hung the silhouette of Omnipresently endowing and divinely enamoring; love; love and only immortal love…

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WHAT USE WAS IT ??? What use was it to give an infinite exuberantly salty waves of the undulating sea; to the nimbly grazing cow; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the impregnably celestial fields of bountiful grass ? What use was it to give an infinite unending skies to the boisterously bubbling bee; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the mellifluously enchanting walls of its tiny little rhapsodic hive ? What use was it to give an infinite mists of surreally tantalizing laziness to the blisteringly patriotic soldier; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the blazing battlefield of war fearlessly fighting for his venerated motherland ? What use was it to give an infinite disdainfully monotonous and corporate clocks to the sensuously untamed poet; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the dreamland of uninhibitedly unending and ecstatic wilderness ? What use was it to give an infinite bombastically ebullient racecourses to the treacherously maimed; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but his reclusively darkened room with quintessential morsels of water; humanity and food ? What use was it to give an infinite incomprehensible scripts of aristocratically fantastic literature to the majestic bird; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but untainted bits of pristinely magnanimous sky ? What use was it to give an infinite castles of glistening gold to the newly born infant; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the Omnipotently sacrosanct lap of its heavenly mother ? What use was it to give an infinite regale deserts to the effulgently leaping fish; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the waves of the unceasingly tangy sea ? What use was it to give an infinite battalion of swanky cars to the royally parading lion; for whom the ultimate was in nothing else; but the rapaciously tantalizing outgrowths of the wonderfully arcane forests ? 602

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What use was it to give an infinite idols of the Omnipresent Lord to the contumaciously cold-blooded murderer; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but innocent blood barbarically spewing around ? What use was it to give an infinite jars of honey to the rambunctiously slithering spider; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but resplendently silken strands of the unbelievably articulate web ? What use was it to give an infinite thrones embellished with mesmerizing diamonds to the tirelessly sauntering camel; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the vividly shimmering sands of the insatiably sweltering desert ? What use was it to give an infinite firmaments of unconquerable truth to the disgracefully delinquent politician; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the ghoulishly decrepit maelstroms of diabolical bloodshed and manipulative prejudice ? What use was it to give an infinite spiffy pop songs to the torturously estranged and kicked dog; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the cacophonic bark which emanated congenitally from his mouth; and the compassionate feet of his master ? What use was it to give an infinite harmoniously salubrious vegetables to the hideously hungry crocodile; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but the scent of effusively reinvigorating and insanely pulverized human flesh and bone ? What use was it to give an infinite perspicaciously terrestrial preachings to the frigidly century old corpse; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but performing penance in the aisles of Heaven or Hell; wherever the Lord placed it with the unraveling moment ? What use was it to give an infinite well’s of exquisitely immaculate curd to the hedonistic termite; for whom the ultimate paradise was in nothing else; but obsoletely dilapidated pieces of orphaned and clammily deteriorating wood ? And what use was it to give an infinite civilizations of currency coin to the passionately thundering heart; for whom the ultimate paradise was 603

in nothing else; but the unassailable beats of immortal love; love and solely immortal love ?

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WHERE WERE YOU ???

Where were you when I was relentlessly slithering on freezing ground; rapaciously fantasizing about your voluptuously silken hair ? Where were you when I eclectically sketched you in a countless shapes and exuberant forms; envisaging you to be the most sensuously untamed female on this colossal planet ? Where were you when I lunatically chatted with barren space for times immemorial; insatiably wishing that my compassionately quavering voice; reached you through thin air ? Where were you when I was tyrannically being drowned by the monstrously cyclonic sea wave; perceiving nothing else but your magically effervescent smile; even as preposterously diabolical sharks and water; haplessly sunk me down ? Where were you when I desperately needed fathomless skies of conviction; when I fervently desired nothing else but your invincibly humanitarian embrace; in my times of gruesomely bizarre dereliction ? Where were you when each devastatingly emaciated pore of my flesh; uncontrollably sought for nothing else but your; tantalizingly ingratiating caress ? Where were you when I spent each unfurling second of the day; enigmatically inscribing your name on every wall of my house and my ecstatically reverberating heart ? Where were you when I euphorically penned boundless lines of perpetual poetry on your brilliantly magnanimous grace; sporadically wailing as I unstoppably craved for your mischievously uninhibited laughter ? Where were you when I was being truculently whipped by the indiscriminately unforgiving and iconoclastically orthodox society; and every tear oozing from my eye; engulfed profusely with nothing else but your immaculately divine soul ? Where were you when I was shivering even beneath the most opulently flocculent of quilts; as every cranny of my countenance unsurpassably yearned for nothing else; but your Omnipotently miraculous warmth ? Where were you when I frantically wandered for a countless days on the frigidly dusty streets; fanatically searching for your Omnisciently 605

magical essence without even knowing an alphabet from your heavenly name ? Where were you when I wholesomely surrendered my impoverished form to the satanic lions of the jungle; acquitting my form of all beautiful life; without your majestically benign fragrance ? Where were you when I deliriously screamed for help towards the enchantingly endless sky; hopelessly unable to sight your lusciously venerated lips; even in the most flamboyantly dazzling light of the afternoon ? Where were you when I unfurled like a vivacious peacock into the aisles of unceasingly vibrant desire; with even the most infinitesimal ingredient of my blood unlimitedly wanting to dedicate itself to your divinely form ? Where were you when I disconsolately wept like a new-born infant for ostensibly no reason or rhyme; inexplicably missing your congenitally blessing rhythm; in even the most evanescent puff of air that I inhaled ? Where were you when I zealously tried to stop every unraveling second on the dials of my luminescent watch; wanting every fraction of the planet to come to an absolute standstill; and only you to reign unassailably supreme ? Where were you when I inexhaustibly fantasized about you in my every dream; when the whites and black’s of my eye garnished no other image; except your insuperably queenly form ? Where were you when I about to abdicate my very last breath at the impromptu command of the Omnipresent Lord; when the last wish that I breathed from my nostrils was to hear your mellifluously eternal voice ? Where were you when I timelessly proposed my immortal love for you; limitlessly wanted to propound the condition of my passionately enslaved heart infront of your indomitably fearless grace ? And where were you when I was getting Married to a complete alien on this earth; just to fulfill the last wish of my dying mother; as there was not the most diminutive trace of you in front of her weary eyes; and all that she wanted to see before she died; was me in bonded in perennially connubial bliss and blithe…. 606

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IS ANYBODY LISTENING ??? I am relentlessly asphyxiating in a world of derogatorily stinking politics; with sinfully dastard manipulation invidiously creeping like an inevitable parasite; into the poignantly fresh blood of my veins. Is anybody Listening ? I am being ruthlessly stabbed by preposterously banal maelstroms of boredom; with the gutter of bizarrely unending corruption; transforming me into a hapless eunuch; although I was born as blazing as the Omnipotently blistering Sun. Is anybody Listening ? I am feeling like a frigidly inconspicuous mendicant of gruesome shit; in the atmosphere adulterated with venomous cigarette smoke and heinously vicious dust outside. Is anybody Listening ? I am penuriously depleted of even the most ethereally infinitesimal of my desires; as brutally tyrannical savagery and crime incessantly kept excoriating; priceless life around. Is anybody Listening ? I am vindictively stagnating even in the most opulently garnished of castles; as every stone on which its foundation lay was devilishly erected on innocuously pristine blood. Is anybody Listening ? I am uncouthly reeling under conventionally chauvinistic malpractices; with macabre demons indiscriminately trampling over my nimble form; to transcend beyond the skies of fathomlessly ultimate success. Is anybody Listening ? I am hedonistically drowning under the waters of blatantly maladroit lies and insane perfidiousness; with absolutely none on this earth today radiating a philanthropically truthful smile. Is anybody Listening ? I am squirming intransigently on diabolically shivering ground; with my naked skin being satanically lambasted by cleavers of barbaric corruption. Is anybody Listening ? I am experiencing each unraveling instant of priceless life through the eyes of an insane lunatic; with the germs of cold-blooded communalism being abjectly perpetuate into every cranny of my impoverished soul. Is anybody Listening ? I am worthlessly wasting precociously innovative moments of my life staring meaninglessly at the abysmal skies; as the chains of indigently ostracizing 607

unemployment strangulated one and all alike on this colossal planet today. Is anybody Listening ? I am helplessly slavering on unlimited trash cans of orphaned garbage; frantically searching for those quintessential droplets of compassionate empathy; in eyes which had become sadistically estranged and dried. Is anybody Listening ? I am inexplicably deteriorating like a diminutively extinguishing matchstick on lackadaisical soil; circumscribed and uxoriously castrated by the bawdiness of spurious religion today. Is anybody Listening ? I am inexhaustibly begging on the acrimoniously wastrel streets; fervently waiting for those symbiotically unconquerable bonds of brotherhood which had so pathetically diminished from the planet today. Is anybody Listening ? I am being obnoxiously blown like a molecule of besmirched dust; by powerhouses of wealth; wine; vixen and rapaciously decrepit greed. Is anybody Listening ? I am being subjected to the most horrifically apocalypses even under brilliantly fearless sunshine; as man roasted another of his blissfully harmonious kind; for just parsimonious wads of tawdry currency coin. Is anybody Listening ? I am being truculently marred by iconoclastically debasing debauchery from every conceivable end on this gigantic planet; disdainfully stuttering towards ominously flagrant dereliction on every prejudiced step that I transgressed. Is anybody Listening ? I am fraught with unceasingly maiming anxiety; with the dreadfully ungainly monotony of threadbarely pulverizing office paralyzing every ounce of exhilaration in my bones. Is anybody Listening ? I am uncontrollably weeping beside the unfortunate graves of my parents and kin; with raw blood dribbling from my eyes as I reminisced the ghastly mob who torched them alive in the name of religious fanaticism and martyrdom. Is anybody Listening ? And I am exhaling the very last puffs of breath in my life; as the girl to whom I had immortally dedicated every beat of my passionately thundering heart; left me forever for a man who had a coin extra in his pocket than mine. Is anybody Listening ?

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WHILE TODAY When she wasn’t there in my life; my hands were just hands; painstakingly staggering in flagrant incoherence to engross themselves with the mundane activities of routine life, While today; they artistically evolved a civilization of bountiful newness; sketching the unbelievable vividness of this colossal Universe even on barren bits of lackluster mud; as her magically unflinching body nestled on my chest When she wasn’t there in my life; my feet were just feet; vengefully cribbing to clamber even a single step; feeling like a fretfully unbearable mountain of stones and horrendously debilitating thorns, While today; they euphorically surged past the ultimate epitomes of benign victory; triumphantly trampled even the most evanescent trace of evil on this planet; as her innocuously celestial eyes interlocked themselves impregnably with mine…. When she wasn’t there in my life; my lips were just lips; inanely muttering lackadaisical monosyllables; to procure quintessential elements of life, While today; they tirelessly sung the songs of everlastingly enchanting togetherness; majestically chanted the essence of Immortally spell binding love and camaraderie to the most fathomless quarters of this planet; as her altruistically humanitarian shadow; intrepidly circumscribed me from all sides…. When she wasn’t there in my life; my blood was just blood; congenitally enriched with poignantly crimson shades of scarlet; but metamorphosing more and more rampantly into an amorphous coffin of tears; bearing the whiplash of the truculently conventional society, While today; it became an untamed inferno of indomitable righteousness; invincibly towering above every other thing on this gigantic Universe; as the egalitarian fragrance of her impeccable soul; unassailably wafted into my conscience…. When she wasn’t there in my life; my brain was just brain; insidiously indulging in all nefarious shortcuts to earn indispensable livelihood; wholesomely succumbing to the satanically bombarding devil, While today; it spell bindingly fantasized to the most 609

insuperably regal limits; beautifully assimilating every trace of humanity and goodness on this limitless globe; as her voluptuously enamoring hair surreally tantalized my naked nape…. When she wasn’t there in my life; my eyes were just eyes; dreadfully sullen and morose every unfurling minute of the day; plunging themselves into a cadaverously obfuscated and disparagingly disoriented blur; with the unraveling of midnight, While today; they vivaciously danced like the fireballs of immaculately untamed mischief; unceasingly flowed with empathy for all of my synergistic kind; as her Omnipotently mesmerizing voice conquered even the most emaciated pore of my senses…. When she wasn’t there in my life; my flesh was just flesh; without even the most ethereally infidel of desire; disdainfully rotting like ghoulishly indescribable feces emanating from the pigs hindside, While today; it incredulously catapulted beyond the walls of seventh heaven and paradise at the crack of tantalizing dawn; as her seductively rubicund fingers; traced very last impoverished bone down my spine….. When she wasn’t there in my life; my ears were just ears; abjectly numbing themselves in sadness and profanity; even as the most thunderous of apocalypses resonated cannibalistically on this boundless planet, While today; they philanthropically unfurled to even the slightest bereavement of living kind; running continents apart to the cries of the haplessly decrepit; as her unconquerably ebullient spirit lingered by my diminutive side…. When she wasn’t there in my life; my breath was just breath; pathetically slavering and slithering like a treacherously rabid dog; to carry on till the time it was destined on this endlessly royal earth, While today; it transformed into the cosmos of perennially ecstatic and undefeatable life; as her virtue of eternal truthfulness and religion of humanity; kissed me from head till the last nail of my hide…. And when she wasn’t there in my life; my heart was just heart; mechanically pumping blood to every cranny of my torturously depleted countenance; as if it were the most despairingly acrimonious activity on this eclectic planet, While today; it solely and effulgently coruscated with the beats of Immortally unshakable love; as her mantra 610

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of selflessly godly existence; transcended over even the most obsolete element of my mission and life….

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LOVE PERPETUALLY Run exuberantly and with such unprecedentedly untamed exhilaration in every conceivable of your veins today; as perhaps there might not be even the most diminutive insinuation of brilliant tomorrow; to run once again, Sing tirelessly and generating such ebulliently unfathomable enchantment in the dolorously decrepit atmosphere today; as perhaps there might not be even the most infinitesimal unfurling of optimistic tomorrow; to sing once again, Work indefatigably and with such unsurpassable ardor in each globule of your endlessly dribbling sweat today; as perhaps there might not be even the most inconspicuous horizon of enlightening tomorrow; to work once again, Fantasize unrelentingly and with such extreme enthusiasm in every ingredient of your brain today; as perhaps there might not be even the most ethereal unraveling of spell binding tomorrow; to fantasize once again, Philander unceasingly and with such unparalleled gusto through the landscapes of resplendently panoramic nature today; as perhaps there might not be even the most minuscule mention of unflinching tomorrow; to philander once again, Smile unlimitedly and with such stupendously fervent yearning in the rubicund periphery of your lips today; as perhaps there might not be even the most evanescent ray of inimitable tomorrow; to smile once again, Achieve inexorably and with such ecstatically insatiable temerity in every of your valiant bones today; as perhaps there might not be even the most frigid shadow of celestial tomorrow; to achieve once again, Discover unstoppably and with such profoundly unconquerable euphoria in every ingredient of scarlet blood that flowed handsomely through your veins today; as perhaps there might not be even the most obsolete feather of royal tomorrow; to discover once again, Learn unhindered and with such Omnipotently untainted diligence in your soul today; as perhaps there might not be even the most wastrel innuendo of bountiful tomorrow; to learn once again, Triumph impregnably and with such blazingly fearless patriotism in your conscience today; as perhaps there 612

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might not be even the most dilapidated shell of heavenly tomorrow; to triumph once again, Concentrate irrevocably and with such fathomlessly blessing dedication today; as perhaps there might not be even the most cloistered realm of majestic tomorrow; to concentrate once again, Donate philanthropically and with such altruistically impeccable godliness today; as perhaps there might not be even the most disappearing caress of priceless tomorrow; to donate once again, Mesmerize eloquently and with such victoriously magnetic sensuousness today; as perhaps there might not be even the most inane burgeoning of blazing tomorrow; to mesmerize once again, Sleep tranquilly and with such compassionately invincible coziness in your countenance today; as perhaps there might not be even the most fugitive complexion of benevolent tomorrow; to sleep once again, Joke inexhaustibly and with such unequivocally bounteous freedom in every nerve of your persona; as perhaps there might not be even the most ephemeral voice of dazzling tomorrow; to joke once again, Express poignantly and with such artistically undaunted effusiveness in every element of your visage today; as perhaps there might not be even the most transient sunrise of flamboyant tomorrow; to express once again, Flirt tantalizingly and with such boundlessly overpowering rapaciousness behind the honey draped hills today; as perhaps there might not be the even the most shimmering iota of insuperable tomorrow; to flirt once again, Breathe an infinite billion times and with such unimaginable greed in your nostrils today; as perhaps there might not be even the most vagabond speck of miraculous tomorrow; to breath once again, But Love perpetually and with the inferno of uncontrollably effulgent desire towering slowly and slowly to an unassailably fantastic crescendo; as by the grace of Omnipresent Almighty Lord; for love there were not only an infinite more undefeated tomorrows; but an infinite glorious poetic rhymes; an infinite heavens of benign paradise; an infinite more immortal lives…

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WHEN THE TENDER skinned cub was innocuous and small; he played frivolously all day in his cage; sequestered from the ominous attack of vicious predators, However when the same kid matured into the majestic lion; it was indispensable to leave him in the dense jungle. When the buds were minuscule in size; they were kept in clusters in the contemporary vase; shielding them from the tenaciously blowing wind, However when they blossomed into crimson flowers; proliferating at amazing speeds by the unveiling day; it was indispensable to let them spread on sprawling acres of farmland. When the river was new oozing parsimonious rivulets of water intermittently; it inhabited the obscure regions between the valley, However as torrential rain unrelentingly pelted down; the stream swelled astronomically in size; and it was now indispensable to blend the same with the colossal ocean. When the fish were small; they were scrupulously kept in a grandiloquent tank; impregnated with loads of coral and sea food, However when they speedily augmented in size; it was indispensable to place them beside the preposterously huge whale. When the eggs were pearly white with their shells wholesomely intact; the mothers sat on them incessantly harnessing them with their effeminate warmth, However when they hatched out into slender beaked fledglings; it was indispensable to teach them the art of flying high in the sky. When the pup was just born wailing incoherently in the air; it slept like an angel leaning against the belly of its mother, However when it started frisking around the garden; it was indispensable to make him realize the importance of his bark. When the venomous spider aimlessly loitered on the ground; it took shelter for many hours in cocoons of wet mud, However the minute it had spun its web; it was indispensable for it to trap its prey; before strangulating the same with its slimy juices. 614

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When the honeybee just took its first breath; it buzzed inexorably against the eardrum of its queen mother, However as it developed its wings rampantly flying in the air; it was indispensable for it to produce fresh honey. When the child lay in its cradle he emulated the most impeccable form of life existing on this earth; effusively crying for milk and attention, However when he grew up into a complete individual; it was indispensable for him to earn his own bread; exploring different arenas of the monotonous world. And when two lovers witnessed each other; they were incorrigibly mesmerized by each others presence; romanced and languished in the aisles of desire, However after a marathon period had elapsed; and their relationship had culminated into one of perpetual understanding; it was indispensable for them to get united into threads of holy matrimony; to eventually get married

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WHEN SHE BLUSHED WHEN SHE BLUSHED she looked as mesmerizing as the sparkling oyster shell; as impeccable as the moon, Driving me into waves of stupendous rhapsody; inundating my persona with overwhelming exhilaration. When she blushed she appeared as ravishing as freshly prepared crusty chocolate; as tantalizing as the crimson rose, Catapulting me to unexplored arenas of enchantment; taking my breath away for a few seconds from its very roots. When she blushed she looked as innocuous as a newly born child; crying incessantly for its mother, Prompting me to shut down all other avenues of work; keep on admiring her until eternity. When she blushed she appeared as poignant as green chili; as rustic as the primordial tree roots, Sending a plethora of shivers right down to my veins; imparting my sullen face a prominently mystical smile. When she blushed she looked as vivacious as the colored rainbow in the sky; as resplendent as the twinkling stars, Impregnating in me inexplicable sensations; ones which I had never experienced in my life before. When she blushed she appeared as pellucid as the crystal mountain stream; as innocent as an incongruous birthmark, Making me erupt effusively with spurts of exuberance; shouting loudly as far as my voice could reach; in the middle of the dead night. When she blushed she looked as enticing as chilled tangy juice; as majestic as the kingly peacock blossoming its feathers, Knocking all apprehensions from top drawers of my mind; remarkably transforming the monotonous outlook of my thoughts. When she blushed she appeared as voluptuous as the pelting rain; as perennial as the lush green blades of grass, Placing me in a state of speechless ebullience; as she caressed me gently on my bearded cheek. When she blushed she resembled the radiating reptile rampantly traversing through the jungle; the scarlet winged parrot bathing in the gurgling river, Engendering my eyes to virtually pop out of their sockets; clenching my fists 616

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to salute her in due adulation. When she blushed she seemed like a celestial fairy having descended from the sky; the most perfect messenger of spontaneous love, Making me profoundly oblivious to the disparaging world; making me clearly cognize my sole purpose to live; having taken birth on this earth in the form of a man.

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TO WIN HER BACK TO WIN HER back was as impossible; as thunder clouds in the cosmos not showering unrelenting rain, To win her back was as impossible; as squeezing back tangy toothpaste back into the tube, To win her back was as impossible; as scrupulously straightening a dog’s incorrigibly curved tail, To win her back was as impossible; as plummeting face down from the 100 floor; and yet desiring to stay alive,

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To win her back was as impossible; as typing alphabets on the swanky computer screen without the intricately chiseled keyboard, To win her back was as impossible; as escaping the sting of the mosquito incessantly buzzing its cacophony in the ear, To win her back was as impossible; as trying to tenaciously sneeze without making the tiniest of noise, To win her back was as impossible; as attempting to walk without using twin pair of feet, To win her back was as impossible; as trying to cultivate a tree without indispensable water, To win her back was as impossible; as trying to speed the car at erratic speeds without whisky complexioned gasoline, To win her back was as impossible; as hunting the untamed panther without a gleaming barrel gun, To win her back was as impossible; as making tea without actually adding pungent tea leaves, To win her back was as impossible; as trying not to scream when consuming heaps of green farm chili, To win her back was as impossible; as constructing the colossal edifice without a concrete foundation,

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To win her back was as impossible; as standing naked amidst the frozen snow without shivering, To win her back was as impossible; as soaring high in the sky without a pair of dexterously handsome wings, To win her back was as impossible; as retaining consciousness even after being pierced by fangs of the venomous snake, To win her back was as impossible; as convincing the agnostic to believe in omniscient god, To win her back was as impossible; as holding ones ground firmly in an island of quick sand, To win her back was as impossible; as expecting a spider to stay suspended in the air without its silken web, To win her back was as impossible; as existing in sweltering heat of the desert without a solitary globule of water, To win her back was as impossible; as having the sun shine inexorably all the time without any mention of night, To win her back was as impossible; as impregnating life back into the veins of a dead man, To win her back was as impossible; as trying to survive without inhaling gallons of fresh air, O! Yes to win her back today was irrevocably impossible; after the dreadful fight we had in the day, The only way I could still win her back; was wait for the gruesome night to unveil itself into another day, Fervently hope that the new rising of dawn; made her exhaustively oblivious to the obnoxious events of the previous day.

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DON’T YOU WORRY SWEETHEART I COULDN’T AFFORD to embellish you in ornaments of pure gold; with chains of scintillating silver dangling from your neck, But don’t you worry sweetheart; as I would dive deep into the fathomless ocean; thread you a necklace of immaculate pearls; I extracted from the slippery oyster. I couldn’t afford to take you long distances in an ostentatious car; with the air conditioner blowing a full blast in your face, But don’t you worry sweetheart; as I would place both your legs on my shoulders; and carry you adroitly under the unrelenting sun; with your warm breath caressing my hair. I couldn’t afford to buy you exquisite eateries from the market; satiate your taste buds with appetizing caramel, But don’t you worry sweetheart; as I would dexterously knead rustic dough into bread; blend it with ravishing tomatoes; I specially grew for you in the backyard. I couldn’t afford to make you sleep on a silken mattress juxtaposed with diamonds; with cozy ambience of the palace engulfing you from all sides, But don’t you worry sweetheart; as I would inundate your ears with mystical rhymes; be there with you on your side under the twinkling stars; until you drifted into deep sleep. I couldn’t afford to talk with you on contemporary telephone for marathon hours; punching a jugglery of soft buttons on the intricate laptop, But don’t you worry sweetheart; as I would emboss letters to you with a river of my precious blood; never failing to miss the most inconspicuous of detail. I couldn’t afford to take you on a cruise of the ocean; sitting in the grandiloquent luxury liner with its knotted masts fluttering in the salty breeze, But don’t you worry sweetheart; as I would chisel a plain boat of strong wood; row you all throughout the choppy sea; despite of the monstrous waves trying to drown us down. I couldn’t afford to drape your persona in opulently embroidered cloth; a host of artificial contrivances accentuating your features, But don’t you worry sweetheart; as I would stitch you a cloak of pure cotton; embodied with the essence of our immortal love. I couldn’t afford to offer you crystalline mineral liquid to drink; an incessant supply of crimson colored plum juice, 620

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But don’t you worry sweetheart; as I would fetch you water from the gurgling mountain springs; preserve it for you in my cupped hands till the hour you felt thirsty. I couldn’t afford to purchase expensive books for you; impregnated with the most panoramic of graphics, But don’t you worry sweetheart; as I would perceive the wildest of fantasy scrutinizing dormant arenas of my brain; and then recite the same to you. I couldn’t afford to buy the sky for you; with magnanimous gods residing in castles of unprecedented glory, But don’t you worry sweetheart; as I would transform every inch of soil which you tread on into paradise; present the most invincible sky of our romance at your celestial feet.

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PROMISE ME YOU wont change like the seasons; leaving me solitary and dilapidated wandering aimlessly on the mountains, Promise me you wont transform your color like the vivacious chameleon; betraying me when I had started loving you the most, Promise me you wont swirl away like the passing winds; abandoning me in a state of inexplicable despair and tears, Promise me you wont gallivant unscrupulously with another man; besieging me with waves of bizarre shock; freezing my blood in its veins, Promise me you wont philander the ominous streets at night incarcerating me in chains; causing me to wait with my eyes wide open until you returned back, Promise me you wont disappear like the moon in the cosmos; leaving me insurmountably anguished bereft of your presence, Promise me you wont strangulate me like a reptile; for it is not the deadly venom I would fear; rather would feel extremely disillusioned by the concept of immortal love, Promise me you wont vanish away from my sight like the ephemeral rainbow; for I will stand unrelentingly till I saw you again, Promise me you wont metamorphose your shape with enhancing age; for I wanted you just like the innocuous child I met several years ago, Promise me you wont evaporate like the floating clouds; leaving me midway in my insatiable quest to conquer life, Promise me you wont radiate intermittently like the uncanny stars; for I desired you to be my perennial source of shine, Promise me you wont retreat your neck back like the protuberant tortoise; for I needed you as my tumultuous inspiration when on the battlefield, Promise me you wont fall like the fruit when subjected to the onslaught of a mighty cyclone; for I would not possess the slightest power to pick you up and witness your lifeless face, 622

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Promise me you wont dry like the monsoon river; for I wholesomely depended on the stirrings of your soul to pacify my thirst, Promise me you wont get erased like the pencil marks do when scrubbed by a rubber; for my life would collapse in disdainful shambles if you weren’t here, Promise me you wont fly away like birds do in hibernation; leaving me sobbing hysterically; thumping my hands against the wall; until they bled, Promise me you wont shirk furtively away from my presence; for I would be left with no other option but ripping apart my throbbing heart, Promise me you wont get carried away by all the glamour and graffiti; for I might miserably flounder to provide you with all the ostentation; all I could do was inundate you with true love from my persona, Promise me you wont elope like the bees into different houses; for I needed you indispensably to apply sweet honey on my lips, And promise me you’ll never leave me come what may in the tenure of our lives; for I would relinquish breath the second you did so; not possessing the tenacity to survive without your celestial body.

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THE TENACITY OF MY LOVE EVEN IF YOU were an obdurate stone; with loads of callousness embedded rigidly in your persona, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transformed you into molten wax rampantly dripping down; eventually blending with the earth. Even if you were the dry desert; harboring a plethora of acrimonious cactus and violently blistering winds, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; inundated you with fresh water; imparting a perennial wetness to your sands. Even if you were the satanic demon; with your armory of brutal teeth scintillating wickedly under the moon, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; brought about a dramatic metamorphosis in you; converting you into an immaculate angel. Even if you were the incorrigible dictator; rebuking all in proximity with your volley of expletives and commands, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; pacified you overwhelmingly; exonerated the bitterness in your voice. Even if you were deadly poison; causing instantaneous death on consumption, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; completely annihilated your venom; making you as sweet as golden nectar. Even if you were pallid paint sticking languidly to the walls; propagating waves of disparaging gloom in the ambience, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; impregnated you with brilliantly vibrant color; made you profoundly smile. Even if you were poignant green chili; thunderously shouting expending supreme capacity of your lungs, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transmuted you into innocuous sugar; irrefutably sweet in taste. Even if you were the viciously lethal reptile; baring your fangs at me with utter hostility, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; changed you into the resplendent fish; gliding sedately through the swirling ocean.

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Even if you were blazing volcano; torching all those who came even centimeters near you; devouring innocent humans in your fiery belly like inconspicuous insects, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transfigured you into the melodious stream weaving its way enchantingly through meadows of soft grass. And even if you were the idol of horrendous hatred; ostracizing humanity severely for its benevolent deeds, I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; rekindled in you the essence of sharing; the insatiable urge to caress and care.

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IMMORTAL LOVE WHEN I SIGHTED it standing over the celestial body of sun; it appeared profoundly dazzling shimmering in the vibrant rays, When I sighted it from the iridescent land of moon; it glistened enchantingly propagating ramifications of congeniality, When I sighted it from pinnacle of the lanky mountain; it appeared blissfully panoramic; thoroughly enlightening the pallid atmosphere, When I sighted it from the fetid gutter philandering through the obnoxious sewage; it looked all the more enticing; incarcerating me with waves of jubilation, When I sighted it sitting solitarily on the temple steps; it appeared as sacrosanct as omnipotent god, When I sighted it riveted to my seat belt in the inexorably speeding car; it looked prominently distinct amidst hazy outlines of the obscure countryside, When I sighted it through the candle flame; it looked as innocuous as an untainted angel, When I sighted it from between rustling branches of the jungle tree; it appeared as pellucid as the scintillating mirror in the ambience of torrential thunderstorm, When I sighted it riding on bare horseback; it looked magnanimous in the backdrop of paddy fields, When I sighted it from the charcoal laden speeding train; it appeared as immaculate as the silver oyster in the clouds of venomous black smoke, When I sighted it from swanky interiors of the blaring discotheque; it looked as sagacious as the newborn child, When I sighted it while snoozing under the sequestered blankets; it appeared as vivid as the resplendent rainbow, When I sighted it standing on the corrupt politician’s dais; it looked as loyal as the beheaded martyr, When I sighted it while traversing on sweat soaked grass; it appeared as astounding as globules of water pelting from the sky, When I sighted it from within the brutal murderer’s den; it looked as impeccable as frosty cow milk, When I sighted it from a thousand feet beneath the cloistered earth; it appeared as vivacious as the flames of crackling fire, When I sighted it from within the irrevocably forlorn dead coffin; it looked robust and exuberantly gyrating with life, When I sighted it from within the interiors of a sunken ship; it appeared as glorious as the monumental whale, 626

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When I sighted it while ambling on the island of pernicious hell; it looked like a fairy having just taken bath in mountain water, It had presented itself as stupendously flawless; no matter where I attempted sighting it from; the creator in the cosmos called it love; while we had gone one step further christening it as immortal love…

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I WANTED YOU TO LIVE FOR A THOUSAND CENTURIES I WANTED YOU to live for a thousand centuries; with every century unfolding; having a million years, The smile on your luscious lips profoundly enlightening the pallid atmosphere. I wanted you to live for a thousand centuries; with every year unleashing; having a million months, The charisma of your immaculate demeanor; incarcerating me thoroughly in its divine grace. I wanted you to live for a thousand centuries; with every month unveiling; having a million fortnights, The empathy in your intricate eyes; making me oblivious to this monotonous world. I wanted you to live for a thousand centuries; with every fortnight releasing; having a million weeks, The fragrance of your silhouette; tickling my conscience with inevitable strokes of attraction. I wanted you to live for a thousand centuries; with every week blossoming; having a million days, The overwhelming melody in your voice inundating the atmosphere with supreme rhapsody; putting me to celestial sleep. I wanted you to live for a thousand centuries; with every day ripening; having a million hours, The mystical aura of your blissful presence; entrenching me in entirety; catapulting me into surreptitious realms of heaven. I wanted you to live for a thousand centuries; with every hour passing; having a million minutes, The tenderness of your silken touch; making me exorbitantly realize that I was alive. I wanted you to live for a thousand centuries; with every minute discharging; having a million seconds, The satiny cascade of your tantalizing hair; encompassing every arena of my body. I wanted you to live for a thousand centuries; with every second zipping; by having a million passionate breaths, 628

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The throbbing of your heart amalgamating with mine; making me practically invincible from all sides. I wouldn’t mind if all fantasies of my life miserably failed; but it my humble plea to you O! Omnipresent creator, To convert this fantasy of mine into a perpetual reality; Bonding us together for times and centuries immemorial.

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WHEN SHE LOOKED at me; glancing mildly at the hidden contours of my face, I perceived overwhelming waves of euphoria thunderously pound on my chest; suddenly felt as handsome as the jeweled prince. When she came face to face with my persona; at the contemporary shopping store, I inadvertently lost my balance; tripping down towards the floor in dumbfounded consternation; with the contents of my shopping bag rampantly dispersing all over. When she discussed about me in hushed voices; profoundly aggrandizing facts about my demeanor amidst her friends, I felt tumultuously exhilarated; felt as if I had conquered the highest summit in my non-illustrious career. When she waved to me from across the bustling street; blatantly displaying the rubicund skin of her intricate palms, I worked with a rejuvenated vigor at office; meticulously executed all tasks in half the time I usually took. When she chivalrously offered to share her umbrella; in a voluptuous ambience of torrential rain pelting down, I felt ravishing sensations stab my body; insurmountable gratitude towards her engulf my conscience. When she assisted me to up pick my handkerchief from the muddy ground; our eyes locked for marathon seconds of time, I felt inexplicable shivers run down my spine; and there seemed to be mystical reverberations that echoed clear and strident through my mind. When she talked with me on telephone; the captivating melody in her voice seemed to be drowning me in waves of rhapsody, And I had to ask her to iterate her message at the end of the conversation; as I was irrevocably involved all the time in grasping the sweetness in her sound; When I opened her letter under enchanting light of the moon; I was mesmerized sighting her exquisite handwriting, The frenzy in my blood was so accentuated; that I swooned on the ground blissfully falling into a slumber with her writing resting on my eyes. When she addressed me by my name; I felt the conglomerate of bones in my legs transform into ethereal paper, 630

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I could hardly believe my ears; and pleaded with her to say it incessantly until her mouth ached. And the most memorable moment of my life came when she said to me I love you, whispering it while nimbly brushing across my cheek, It was one instant of my life, which I will perpetually remember; one instant that he entire wealth in this world could fail to purchase.

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I WANTED TO DIE WITH YOU I WANTED TO dance with you on the sun; with its dazzling rays profoundly basking us all day, I wanted to walk with you through the deserts; with the golden sands weaving enchanting trails of our footsteps, I wanted to sit with you on the placid green meadows; incessantly admiring the rustic cattle; scores of flocculent mountain sheep, I wanted to gallivant with you on bare horseback; with your mesmerizing hair rampantly blowing with the air and tingling my cheek, I wanted to leisurely philander with you across the amusement park; taking an exhilarating spin with you on the roller coaster train, I wanted to raucously play with you in the swirling ocean; splashing infinite droplets of water on your face, I wanted to talk with you on telephone for marathon hours of time; solely infatuated by the melodious cadence in your voice, I wanted to sleep with you on the open terrace; with the tenacious rays of moon infiltrating into our eyes, I wanted to eat with you in your plate; feeding you delectable morsels of food with my very own hands, I wanted to stand with you on the summit of the monumental building; drearily sight the world as an obfuscated blur some thousand feet below, I wanted to see all movies on the silver screen with you; entwining my palms with your compassionate fingers, I wanted to entangle my wrists with yours; giving you the pleasure of easily defeating me, I wanted to kneel beside your frail persona when you were ill; scrupulously feeding you your medicines despite your vehement resistance, I wanted to bathe with you in the Jungle River; with frothy water profusely tickling against our shivering backs, I wanted to sip bubbling coffee with you beside the fireplace; relish the warmth of your breath wafting in the air, I wanted to infuriate you to the threshold of irritation; then massage your sacrosanct feet till they felt rejuvenated, I wanted to hoist you high and handsome towards the sky; asking the creator to bestow upon you my share of felicity, I wanted to assist you prepare our supper for the night; frivolously spraying upon you fresh tomato juice to hear your animated squeals, I wanted to ensure that you remained invincibly safe at all moments; hovering like a shadow behind you; not abdicating from your presence even if you rebuked me, I wanted to attain the power of clairvoyance; satiating the most minuscule of your demands before you even uttered them, 632

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I wanted to kiss you unrelentingly; for as long as indispensable air lasted in our lungs, And I wanted to relinquish my terrestrial pleasures blending my blood with you; leave for my destination to heaven; the instant god decided to take you from me in his arms.

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HOW COULD YOU EVER FORGET HOW COULD YOU ever forget the steaming cups of coffee we shared beside the fireplace; with snowdrops pelting in tumultuous fury outside, The passion in our breaths; making us virtually oblivious to unveiling time. How could you ever forget those shopping sprees, in which we were together; with me holding all those slippery vegetables, The bags in our hands stashed with indispensable amenities of life; yet our palms entwined in each other. How could you ever forget the marathon walks we had on the sea shores; with our feet dabbling into slimy cocoons of sand, The salty froth of the ocean slapping us tenderly on our cheeks; with the exquisite backdrop of the sun setting in evanescent horizon. How could you ever forget those bare horseback rides; where we went gallivanting through the steep mountains, With intermittent showers of rain cascading down; drawing us all the more closer in perpetual reality. How could you ever forget those times when we felt sleepless at nights; tossing and turning rampantly on the bed, Eventually falling asleep with your heart throbbing close to mine; in due admiration of the twinkling stars. How could you ever forget the moments when we studied together; unrelentingly browsing through a conglomerate of fine lines, Trying our best to decipher baffling enigmas; inspiring each other to put in our very best. How could you ever forget the exhilaration we had while attempting to catch each other; running wildly in the grass, The mischievous squeals that emanated from your mouth; the instant I apprehended you. How could you ever forget those cooking sessions that we had in the kitchen; with both of us being perfect amateurs to the art, Haphazardly trying to slice through fruit; producing inarticulate slices of the melon as an inevitable aftermath. How could you ever forget those sporadic outbursts of jealousy that we had; profusely condemning and rebuking each other, 634

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The times when we mixed with aliens; tried to indulge in frivolous relationships with the same. How could you ever forget the way you blushed; the first time I proposed you, The felicity in our eyes; the rhapsody that engulfed our persona; when we knew we were going to be bonded together. You were smiling and there with me till yesterday; until the creator uncouthly snatched you away from me, Please come back to me my mesmerizing sweetheart; for I have not the power to erase our memories; will definitely relinquish breath without you.

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WHEN SHE ARRIVED WHEN SHE ARRIVED; the cluster of fragrant flowers in the garden bent down in meek submission, When she arrived; the birds soaring high in the sky chirped all the more vociferously; attempting to make their presence felt, When she arrived; warm shivers ran down through the roots of colossal trees, When she arrived; the minuscule rivulets in the river; rose up to become swirling waves; in animated ecstasy, When she arrived; feeble rays of the sun brilliantly shimmered; profoundly illuminating the atmosphere, When she arrived; the insipid blades of frigid grass stood up with exhilarated alacrity, When she arrived; fleet footed squirrels in proximity gnawed more voraciously at the nut trapped within their jaws, When she arrived; puffs of lackadaisical clouds in the cosmos transited to tantalizing black thunder, When she arrived; the majestic peacock uninhibitedly spread its kingly feathers to a complete blossom, When she arrived; the reptiles slithered painstakingly emanating sizzling noises; on the periphery of semi soaked ground, When she arrived; the bees in their hives produced more honey than ever before; inundating the still atmosphere with their incessant buzzing, When she arrived; a plethora of frogs croaked loquaciously in the well; ostentatiously expanding the yellow sacs inhabiting their body, When she arrived; gloomy worms crawling through the bushes radiated a resplendently brilliant shine, When she arrived; the chameleon ebulliently changed its color; displaying shades of mesmerizing vibrancy, When she arrived; the multi-legged spider ran several paces faster in its silken web; bustling to and fro to devour its imprisoned prey, When she arrived; the pair of crimson crested parrots entwined their beaks in each other; intractably refraining to separate themselves, When she arrived; light complexioned leaves of the cactus converted to an alluring sapphire, When she arrived; scores of monkeys gyrated on the tree tops; frivolously tossing succulent fruit on the earth, When she arrived; all hatred circumventing the ambience was miraculously transmuted into immortal love, When she arrived; gods in the sky forgot to do their work; admiring the form they had created in open mouthed consternation, And when she arrived; I felt an insatiable urge to live; for the first time in my life felt like a complete man. 636

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YOU WERE LIKE THAT OMNIPRESENT GOD IN MY LIFE YOU WERE LIKE that crimson rose in my life; which seldom lost its fragrance; inundating the atmosphere with its heavenly smell, You were like that rain cloud in my life; which incessantly showered rain; nourishing the earth profoundly with its caress, You were like that concrete wall in my life; which didn’t break under the most onerous of load; remained unperturbed under the most deafening of dynamite explosion, You were like that gigantic ocean in my life; which never reduced its level; swirled magnificently in the ravishing breeze, You were like that foliated tree in my life; which never shed a single leaf; gave a perennial supply of succulent fruit, You were like that sea blue nightingale in my life; which unrelentingly chirped notes of mesmerizing music, You were like that sacrosanct cow in my life; which yielded a salubrious supply of immaculate milk, You were like that twinkling star in my life; which radiated for indefatigable hours; was first to appear in the sky,’ You were like that exquisite fountain ink in my life; which kept on embossing intricate lines of calligraphy; granting overwhelming empathy to words, You were like that inflated balloon in my life; which soared abreast the kingly eagles in proximity of the satiny clouds; didn’t loose its balance and stoicism even in the most turbulent of storm, You were like that colossal whale in my life; which left millions in a stupor after witnessing its form; ruled the ocean for centuries immemorial, You were like that impeccable color in my life; which didn’t develop an iota of blemish; even when ruthlessly dipped in the most acrid of paint, You were like that blade of grass in my life; which remained as green as ever; even when its counterparts withered under the acrimonious tyranny of the sun, You were like that tower clock in my life; whose needles never stumbled and stopped; despite of the cells being exhausted, You were like that pack of soft cards in my life; which always seemed to incredibly win, You were like that wonderful lane in my life; which never seemed to end; transforming mundane life into ebullient spirit of adventure, You were like that blissful dream in my life; which catapulted me to unprecedented heights of jubilation, You were like that scarlet blood circulating through my body; which reinvigorated my heart and dreary bones; every unleashing minute, You were like that celestial fairy in my life; circumventing me with waves of enchantment and robust energy, 637

And you were like that omnipresent god in my life; whom we christen by different names; but in the end bow our heads low under his supreme grace.

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I WANTED TO BREATHE, SLEEP, EAT WITH YOUR NAME I WANTED TO breathe your name each time I exhaled out air; impregnating the atmosphere with your mystical fragrance, Facilitating your entity to settle; occupying all quarters of my cloistered room. I wanted to sight your name each time I opened my eyes; granting it a status of being blissfully omnipresent, Making me thoroughly oblivious to the tyranny of the world; the ghastly incidences unleashing themselves on the crowded street. I wanted to hear your name each time sound drifted into my ears; transforming all other noise into your splendor, Making your voice my song for the brilliant morning as well as my rhyme for the freezing night. I wanted to recite your name each time I opened my lips; circumventing my face with an inevitable smile, Imparting rubicund color to the corners of my cheek; and an enchanting glow to the fortress of my teeth. I wanted to imprison your name each time I clenched my fists; keeping it forever locked in my embrace, Shielding it wholesomely from nefarious looks of the world; the lechery of savage souls existing on this globe. I wanted to digest your name each time I consumed food; enabling me to keep you in proximity with my intestines, Eventually becoming an indispensable constituent of my blood; circulating rambunctiously through my veins. I wanted to envisage your name each time I felt like dreaming; profoundly incorporating my mind with your mesmerizing images, Catapulting me to unprecedented territories of paradise; the very instant I wanted too. I wanted to incarcerate your name on my tongue each time I felt thirsty; to satiate the burning chords bouncing in my throat, Celestially pacifying my desires; leading me to holistic pathways of spiritual healing. I wanted to write your name in grandiloquent bold letters each time my fingers itched to move; accentuating it profoundly on bonded paper,

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Portraying the enlightening effect that it has; when sighted in embossed script. And I wanted to remember your name with the first beams of evanescent dawn; and the last minute before shutting my eyes, Blessing me with loads of courage to fight the acerbic day; sleep as unperturbed as god in the ominous night.

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TO MAKE HER HAPPY IN ORDER TO annoy her all I had to do; was spill some milk on the glistening floor; wipe my nose on her immaculate apron, And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I prepared appetizing lunch for the afternoon; scrupulously with my own hands. In order to annoy her all I had to do; was rebuke her sardonically for a plethora of her household chores, And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I embellished her hair with crimson colored rose; gently caressed her soft cheek. In order to annoy her all I had to do; was say that she wasn’t looking extravagant in her new dress, And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I swirled her in my arms; hoisting her high in the sky towards the resplendent stars. In order to annoy her all I had to do; was look pretty nonchalant when she arrived home back from shopping, And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I sprung at her with surprise gifting her with a shining pearl; which I had evacuated myself from within the fathomless ocean. In order to annoy her all I had to do; was asking her whether “titanic” was indeed a ship; after she had narrated the entire story, And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I honestly told her that she was the only girl I had loved in my life; she was my “rose” of my heart. In order to annoy her all I had to do; was to call her indescribable names, And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I assisted her in washing the tainted utensils; vigorously scrubbing the fetid clothes lying in a bedraggled heap. In order to annoy her all I had to do; was to babble incoherently every time she felt sleepy at night, And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I massaged her dreary feet; sung mystical rhymes to put her back into a heavenly slumber. In order to annoy her all I had to do; was refrain to budge an inch from my bed; with brilliant sunshine circumventing our room, And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I carried her on my back down the volley of stairs; avoiding to travel by the ostentatious elevator.

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In order to annoy her all I had to; was forget our anniversary; the day we actually bound in threads of holy matrimony, And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I astounded her by filling the crevice between her hair with my own blood. In order to annoy her all I had to do; was talk about a plethora of girls I had encountered on the street, And then to make her happy was even simpler; as I proclaimed loudly to the outside world without the slightest of inhibition; that she was the most beautiful woman existing on this earth; the only girl that I had for many births of mine; imprisoned in my heart.

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THE MILLION DOLLAR KISS

WHEN SHE SAW me; she made me feel that I was the most handsome man on this earth, I felt as if God had cast his omnipotent eyes on me; granting my persona an impeccable status to survive. When she talked to me; she made me feel that I was tangible and existing, I felt as if God had whispered mystically in my dreams; making me imbibe the essence of life. When she smiled at me; she made me feel that I was someone extra special, I felt as if God had granted me reprieve from my plethora of sins; inundated my soul with loads of happiness. When she ran her fingers through my hair; she made me feel that I was a messenger of love, I felt as if God had blessed me with his sacrosanct palms; impregnated in my visage the tenacity to live and let live. When she held my hands; she made me feel that I had a fortress to lean upon, I felt as if God had endowed me with unsurpassable resilience; his shadow to seek solace in my times of bizarre distress. When she fed me with ravishing food; she made me feel that I was never hungry, I felt as if God had perpetually filled my stomach; stuffed it with the most sumptuous meal available in this world. When she tickled me frivolously in my ribs; she made me feel the stupendous exultation of existence, I felt as if God had returned me back my innocuous childhood; placed upon an immortal bed of dreams. When she put me to sleep; she made me feel that I was blissfully breathing, I felt as if God had exorbitantly rewarded me for my day; showering upon my dreary eyes the virtue of eternal rest.

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And when she kissed me; she made me feel that I had infinite reasons to live, I felt as if God had given me the greatest treasure of my life; made me the richest person in past and pragmatic present; to be alive.

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BELOVED IN AN AMBIENCE of rustic jungle trees; with their branches dangling incongruously towards the ground, In a backdrop of colossal mountains; with their summits sailing handsomely in the clouds, In a cloistered environment; sequestered partially from the blazing sun, In an island of marshy swamps; inundated with a plethora of languidly drifting logwood; puddles of muddy slush bountifully dispersed, Resides the ominous and hideous; serrated skinned alligator. In an atmosphere of golden dew drops; shimmering vividly under the moon, In a conglomerate of satiny puffs of sky; stooping effeminately down, In a mesmerizing lake; circumvented from all sides by the steep valley, In a stony silence prevailing eternally; with the only sound being evanescent ripples caused by wading birds, Resides the redolently pink and supremely voluptuous; fragrant lotus.

In a camouflage of broken twigs; and incommensurate stalks of dried grass, In a compactly hollow space; neatly imprisoned by slender tower walls, In a whiplash of heavy wind; incessantly blowing in tenacious draughts, In a congenial warmth; provided indefatigably by the bird mother, Resides the palpable egg blended with yolk; of the hostile vulture.

In a citadel constructed of savage stone; reinforced with umpteenth bars of strong metal, In an enclosure of acrimonious glass; scattered in hostile shards all around, In a jugglery of iron chains; viciously strapped around all parts of the body,

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In a room completely obfuscated from the most minuscule beam of light; threadbare chunks of rotten bread being the only solace for nocturnal meal, Resides the longhaired and diabolically toothed; nefarious convict.

In the vicinity of tubular corals; swirling waves intermittently dismantling the tentacles of potbellied octopus, In an ingratiating serene provided by the unrelenting froth; gently permeating the sands, In an ensemble of entwined bushes; with protruding and spongy thorns, In a myriad of rising bubbles; trying incessantly to reach the surface of gigantic sea, Resides the scintillating and slime coated; incorrigibly virgin oyster.

In an ocean of honey; with sticky droplets of pure nectar oozing out, In a network of dilapidated pillars; sometimes profoundly tall trees, In direct confrontation with stringent light from the sun; uncouthly heating its periphery, In a constant pandemonium; of cacophonic noise compounded with incoherent buzzing, Resides the delectably boisterous and poignant; small bodied humming bee.

In a surrounding of indiscriminate violence; massacring of the impeccably innocent, In the hearts of ruthless assassins; butchering the needy for fat wads of currency, In a nation with incidences of rampant bloodshed; headed by a fleet of power hungry politicians, In a world where there are nuclear wars; on the spurious grounds of caste and creed, Resides a feeling of utter abhorrence; embedded with the perennial virtue of hatred.

In the sacrosanct walls of heaven; emollient with the scent of divinity, In the dormitories of unprejudiced justice; profusely besieged by equality towards all, In a land replete with mystical fairies; an immortal paradise to exist forever, 646

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In the visage of omnipotent power; unprecedented empathy towards distressing pain, Resides the stupendously omnipresent who created this earth; the one whom we christen by the sacerdotal name of creator.

And in the aisles of desire; languishing in the corridor of blissful romance, In the tunnel of unceasing fascination; juxtaposed with webs of unparalleled imagination, In a cascade of silken follicles; nimbly caressing her holistic back, In the cage of uninhibited pleasure; drowning me incredulously in the moistness of her breath, Resides my ravishing and marvelously enchanting; immaculate beloved.

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WOULD YOU EVER BELIEVE WOULD YOU EVER believe if I called a nondescript table of teakwood; as a vivacious bird soaring high in the sky, Would you ever believe if I called a ruffled sheet of paper; as a chunk of glittering gold, Would you ever believe if I called a grandiloquent watch embodied with diamonds; as a lump of bedraggled stone, Would you ever believe if I called a mountain of compacted mud; as a switchboard of pugnacious electricity, Would you ever believe if I called a resplendent rainbow in the sky; as a broomstick with incongruous bristles, Would you ever believe if I called a rusty canister of dilapidated iron; as a mesmerizing rose growing in the garden, Would you ever believe if I called a pink tablet of luxury soap; as a mosquito hovering acrimoniously in the cloistered room, Would you ever believe if I called a boat rollicking merrily on the undulating waves; as a rustic jungle spider, Would you ever believe if I called a valley profusely embedded with snow; as an unscrupulous dog on the street, Would you ever believe if I called a pair of luscious lips; as a disdainfully fetid shoe, Would you ever believe if I called a fluorescent rod of light; as a jagged bush of cactus growing in the sweltering desert, Would you ever believe if I called the blazing sun; as a pudgy bar of delectable chocolate, Would you ever believe if I called an angular sculptured bone; as acid bubbling in a swanky bottle, Would you ever believe if I called a scintillating oyster; as an inarticulate matchstick coated with lead, Would you ever believe if I called a cluster of bells jingling from the ceiling; as a sordid cockroach philandering beside the lavatory seat, Would you ever believe if I called a fruit of succulent coconut; as a dead mans morbid tooth, Would you ever believe If I called a steaming cup of filter coffee; as gaudily colored water emanating from the street fountains, Would you ever believe if I called the majestic statue of a revered historian; as a slab of tangy peanut butter, Would you ever believe if I called a vibrant shirt; as a protuberant pigeon discerningly pecking its beak at grains scattered on the floor, Would you ever believe if I called a flocculent bud of cotton; as a camouflaged lizard transgressing through wild projections of grass, Would you ever believe if I called a photograph depicting the steep gorges; as a gutter inundated with obnoxious sewage, 648

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Would you ever believe if I called a lanky giraffe; as a convict nefariously lurking through solitary streets of the city, Would you ever believe if I called a pair of flamboyant sunglasses; as a weird tattoo to be adhered to the chest, Would you ever believe if I called a chicken’s egg; as logs of sooty charcoal abundantly stashed in the colossal warehouse, Would you ever believe if I called a biscuit replete with golden honey; as a ominously slithering reptile in the jungles, Would you ever believe if I called a bald man possessing a profoundly tonsured scalp; as a gas balloon floating in insipid air, Would you ever believe if I called a ring embellished with crystal diamonds; as an inconspicuous and distorted metallic pin, Would you ever believe if I called a crimson crested parrot; as a tray containing frozen ice, Would you ever believe if I called a glass made of pallid plastic; as a gargantuan well flooded with water and dead frogs, Would you ever believe if I called wooden beams dangling from the ceiling; as finely squelched juice of red radish, Would you ever believe if I called an articulately painted canvas; as slime coated fossil lying in close proximity with the seabed, Would you ever believe if I called a diminutive tadpole; as a fortified wall commensurately aligned with burnt bricks, Would you ever believe if I called a mammoth elephant; as rotten pulp of mango being tossed indiscriminately on the street, Would you ever believe if I called a truck inundated with cumbersome machines; as an aromatic seed of plant, Would you ever believe if I called a sheet of crisp paper; as a rubicund fruit of juicy plum, Would you ever believe if I called a trouser of jaded jeans; as a greeting card fudged with scores of ostentatious lines, Would you ever believe if I called a ravishing pair of eyelashes; as a disheveled pantry inhabited with clusters of stray mice, Would you ever believe if I called a dazzling yellow helmet; as a preposterously huge whale of the ocean, Would you ever believe if I called a piquant stick of chili; as an animated butterfly fluttering at low heights from the ground, Would you ever believe if I called a hideously black rope; as a mushroom sizzling in the blistering oven, Would you ever believe if I called a magazine of lead bullets; as an avalanche of snow plummeting down the mountain at turbulent speeds, Would you ever believe if I called an incredibly cool air-conditioner; as a curry of decayed cream lying obsolete in the garbage heap, Would you ever believe if I called a scintillating tooth; as a big toe of a striped panther, Would you ever believe if I called a jazzy strip of belt; as a corrugated assemblage of tree roots, Would you ever believe if I called a slate of pure chalk; as a tier floating harmlessly in water, 649

Would you ever believe if I called a chain with infinite loops; as a graveyard sprawled with morbid coffins, Would you ever believe if I called a pot bellied tortoise; as a languid peel of paint hanging lackadaisically from the nondescript wall, Would you ever believe if I called a shimmering coin of currency; as a zany zebra galloping at whirlwind speeds through the desert, Would you ever believe if I called a bottle of inebriating rum; as a frigid contact lens agglutinated to the eye, Would you ever believe if I called sacrosanct religion; as licentious profanity, Would you ever believe if I called candid truth; as a profoundly blatant lie, Would you ever believe if I called the omniscient personality of god; as a perniciously diabolical devil, And would you ever believe if I called True Love; as a spurious product of imagination; a frivolous case of casual infatuation

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PLEASE DON’T MIND PLEASE DON’T MIND if I visited your dwelling wearing battered shoes; with my lace obnoxiously sprawled across and a myriad of holes blatantly visible in my socks, As I had poignant reflections of your face circulating in my dreams; was prepared to leap in blistering fires at the slightest of insinuation you gave me. Please don’t mind if the shirt clinging tautly to my silhouette had a plethora of wrinkles; abhorrent blotches of black sweat appeared on the collar, As I perceived you to be the most wonderful person in the world; would take all those daggers hurled at you; directly on my bare chest. Please don’t mind if my hands were coated with slimy grease; incongruous stubs of nails extruded from my fingers, As I uttered your celestial name with the first rays of evanescent dawn; was wholesomely ready to bear the brunt of rebukes passed on you by the uncouth society. Please don’t mind if I didn’t possess dexterous eloquence to speak; the charisma of a prince incarcerated in my demeanor, As I unrelentingly fantasized about your mesmerizing voice all day; would consume even obdurate stones; if that is what you decided to serve me for nocturnal supper. Please don’t mind if my lips were profusely chapped; my teeth didn’t display a scintillating shine, As I could spot your ingratiating smile amidst millions; would perennially stay close to your feet even if you mercilessly whipped me. Please don’t mind if I had unshaven cheeks; with clusters of incongruous hair protruding out in misalignment, As I would try my stupendous best to sequester you from the slightest of dust blowing; engulf your persona from all sides to protect you from the piercing cold. Please don’t mind if I walked incoherently; unable to emulate the articulate steps of a jeweled prince, As I would make sure your dainty feet refrained to touch the tainted earth; carrying you wherever you went on my rubicund shoulders. Please don’t mind if I didn’t embellish my neck with pearls; adorn my fingers with dazzling gold, 651

As I would discriminate you from all opulent existing in this world; decimate all those individuals who ever tried to purchase you. Please don’t mind if I didn’t wear flamboyant sun shades over my eyes; went rampantly philandering through undulating mountain slopes and wild territory, As I would like you to use them as a pellucid mirror; every time you had the insatiable urge to sight your face. Please don’t mind if I was oblivious to pulverizing my food with forks and knives; blending and kneading it with my raw hands, As I would make sure you ate the best of delicacies; would prepare delectably appetizing meals for you with my very own hands. Please don’t mind if I emitted rambunctious snores while in deep slumber; inundating the atmosphere with a profoundly sounding cacophonic buzz, As I would see to it that you slept like a queen all night; safeguarding you against ominous evil lurking in close proximity. And please don’t mind If I didn’t have exorbitant wealth; biscuits of gold to eat for breakfast; pools replete with resplendent silver to submerge my visage in, As I would famish myself to bizarre limits; wholesomely ensuring you were gratified every moment; tears of unprecedented ecstasy dribbled incessantly from your eyes; till the time you existed

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IN ORDER TO BREAK THE MONOTONY IN ORDER TO break the monotony of the straight brick wall; aligned commensurately with immaculately polished stone, What I did was; to emboss its surface with vivid graffiti; pillage it with holes for fresh air to ventilate through. In order to break the monotony of the corrugated bar of steel; embedded deep in the ground, What I did was; to simply curve its periphery to a high pitched angularity; let my saliva dribble over its surface to make it glisten. In order to break the monotony of the newly ironed shirt; suspended from the drawers; with buttons tightly imprisoned, What I did was; to crumple it in a heap; submerge it in a pool of perspiration for the natural scent to take over. In order to break the monotony of plaited hair; stringently incarcerated beneath a plastic bag, What I did was; to shampoo them vigorously till my hands ached; dexterously use my scissors to chisel them into incoherent shapes. In order to break the monotony of nondescript chunks of clay; lying amalgamated in colossal heaps, What I did was; to adroitly mould a swanky statue out of them; then painting the same with gaudy color. In order to break the monotony of bland food lying solitary on the table; with a cluster of disdainful flies buzzing around, What I did was; to impregnate it by adding pinches piquant chili; heaps of pulverized rock salt for imparting the meal with a ravishing flavor. In order to the break the monotony of rectangular granules of sugar; stashed agglutinated to each other in the pellucid bottle, What I did was; finely crush them into crystalline powder; sprinkling them on molten ice; making them shimmer under the moon. In order to break the monotony of the nonchalant room; well embellished with exquisite carpets; and mammoth curtain shades camouflaging the windowpanes, What I did was; to install wacky gizmos all around the ambience; and let sizzling rays of sunshine fumigate the cloistered interiors. In order to break the monotony of incessant sheets of glass; riveted firmly to the silhouette of dressing table, 653

What I did was; shatter them into multiple fragments using a sharp stone; then ludicrously laughed at my grotesquely distorted reflection, which emanated. In order to break the monotony of the placid river; flowing languidly from bank to bank, What I did was; to voraciously move my fishing rod in the water; thereby producing a flurry of mesmerizing ripples. In order to break the monotony of work; unrelenting browsing through scores of office records, What I did was; to take a brisk walk along the seaside; with the frothy waves delectably striking my weary eyes. And in order to break the monotony of my heart; palpitating at regular speeds all throughout the sweltering day, What I did was; to marry the girl of my dreams; and then philander with her in a space rocket; exuberantly making it throb a hundred beats faster.

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NOSTALGIA THE FISH SLITHERING in the claustrophobic swimming tank; had a nostalgia for swirling waters of the gargantuan ocean, The flower sprouting from the cloistered pot; had a nostalgia for growing in farm soil; with an ambience of wind blowing tenaciously, The spider crawling in dingy corners of the dilapidated mansion; had a nostalgia for traversing through vivacious threads of web; dangling from trees in the amazon forest, The crimson beaked bird incarcerated in grilled cage; had a nostalgia for flapping its wings exuberantly in the sky, The blistering lava imprisoned at unprecedented depths beneath the ground; had a nostalgia to fulminate into infinite fountains in fresh air, The globules of fat moisture trapped in ominous thunder clouds; had a nostalgia for cascading down rampantly in the form of glistening rain, The biscuits of glittering gold embedded in dilapidated dungeons; had a nostalgia for; people admiring them in dazzling rays of the sun, The lifeless panther embodied in the mammoth photograph; had a nostalgia for coming out alive; open his jaws in a domineering growl, The blind man traversing on the streets with a disdainful stick; had a nostalgia for sighting the world; fantasizing it in its most stupendous form ever, The battalion of frogs in the solitary and deep well; had a nostalgia for bathing in pools of monsoon water, The hunch backed camel trespassing through the crowded city streets; had a nostalgia for wandering languidly in the sandy desert, The diminutive flames of wax candle stifling with the slightest of breeze; had a nostalgia for being the escalating flames of a crackling fire, The granules of white salt jailed tightly in pellucid bottles; had a nostalgia for being sprawled on the saline sea shores, The scientists stalling for time on marshy soil; had a nostalgia every minute for inhabiting the opalescent moon, The tones of noxious gas encapsulated in an inflated balloon; had a nostalgia for whistling past the air at lightening speeds, The pallid milk stored in canisters of rusty iron; had a nostalgia for oozing out from blossoming teats of the sacrosanct cow, The people residing in alien countries; had a nostalgia for returning back as quickly as possible to blend with their native mud, The orphaned child wailing incoherently on the dusty roads; had a nostalgia for embracing his departed mother, And every palpable entity treading on this earth; had a nostalgia for finding its soul mate; languishing in the aisles of desire and perpetual relationship; till the time it inhaled air and blissfully existed. 655

CAN YOU FIND ME CAN YOU FIND me a wave; which does not wet the sandy shores even after nimbly striking them, Can you find me a lavender lotus; which does not emanate fragrance even after ripening to a full blossom, Can you find me a solitary patch of cloud in the sky; which does not shower inclement rain; even after acquiring shades of hideous black, Can you find me a stone; which does not produce a clanging noise even after colliding thunderously with the obdurate ground, Can you find me a snake; which does not bare its venomous fangs; even after getting intensely provoked, Can you find me a chunk of rosewood; which does not decay; even after being submerged incessantly in fetid water, Can you find me a leech; which does not suck blood; even after clinging to naked patches of skin, Can you find me a balloon; which does not get deflated; even after being pricked by a pointed iron needle, Can you find me a crystal diamond; which does not shine; even after being vigorously polished, Can you find me a globule of white sugar; which does not impart a sweet taste; even after being tenaciously chewed, Can you find me a spider; which does not spin its silken web; even after being placed in a cozy ambience of densely foliated trees, Can you find me a cardigan; which does not provide warmth in winter; even after being stitched with fibers of pure sheep wool, Can you find me a spring; which incorrigibly refrains to compress; even after application of unrelenting pressure, Can you find me a matchstick; which flounders to ignite; even after brushing against the surface of acerbic crusty paper, Can you find me a shoe; which does not leave a footprint; even after scrupulously transgressing the wet earth, Can you find me a tomato; which does not erupt into multiple fragments of red; even after squashing it savagely with feet, Can you find me a rotund marble; which does not roll; even after being left on an impeccably smooth floor, Can you find me a pellucid mirror; which does not reflect beams of white light; even after holding it stringently beneath the scintillating sun, Can you find me a building; whose foundations do not dither; even after facing the onslaught of the tumultuous earthquake, Can you find me a river; which does not rambunctiously flow; even after plummeting down from the slope of the colossal mountain, And can you find me a heart; which does not turbulently throb; even after witnessing the love of its life; the person it profoundly believes in. 656

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WHEN I THOUGHT ABOUT THE WORLD WHEN I THOUGHT about the world from inside a squalid gutter; with an abhorrently fetid stench permeating into my nostrils, I perceived it to be extremely dirty; with scraps of tarnished paper inhabiting every prevalent street. When I thought about the world soaring high in the sky; circumvented by an ambience of silken clouds and birds, I visualized it to be a tiny place; with inconspicuous structures projecting in scores from its trajectory. When I thought about the world from beneath unfathomable depths of the ocean; an assemblage of salty water entrenching me in entirety, I imagined it to be a profoundly wet place; with infinite spaces of land soaked in slippery liquid. When I thought about the world standing in middle of the desert; sweltering winds blended with sand striking my persona tenaciously, I conceived it to be an overwhelmingly dusty place; with people sweating profusely under dazzling rays of the sun. When I thought about the world languishing in an island of redolent flowers; the mesmerizing odor of blossoming rose tickling me to high realms of sedation, I cognized it to be a stupendously fragrant place; with every organism lurking on its soil diffusing astronomical amounts of scent. When I thought about the world sitting in a factory of firecrackers; incredulous contraptions of dynamite exploding intermittently all around, I pictured it to be a tumultuously noisy place; incorporated with individuals who yelled expending full capacity of their lungs; every time they felt the urge to speak. When I thought about the world digging a coal mine thousands of feet below the ground; a ghastly darkness sequestering me from pragmatic reality, I envisaged it to be an utterly gloomy place; with all animate residing enveloped by depression; and the sun incorrigibly refraining to shine. When I thought about the world; lying surreptitiously hidden within the interiors of the government treasury; boundless clusters of crisp notes making it onerous for me to breathe, I contemplated it to be inundated with money; school children scribbling finishing their assignments on currency sheets; instead of using 657

plain paper. When I thought about the world gallivanting through the dense forests; slithering reptiles transgressing ominously through the bushes; lethal alligators scrawling up the marshy swamps, I assumed it to be a place impregnated with savage men; with rustic cakes of cow-dung adhered to house walls instead of conventional plaster. And eventually when I thought about the world incarcerated in the arms of my beloved; the moistness in her breath virtually putting me off to sleep, I imagined it to be an astounding paradise; with a harmonious synergy existing between the young; the old; and the deprived.

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YOU AND I YOU AND I were as inseparable; as the calcium coated nail and its slender finger, You and I were as inseparable; as the fleshy eyelid and its transparent eyeball, You and I were as inseparable; as nostrils and their moist waves of breath, You and I were as inseparable; as a conglomerate of entwined roots and their rustic tree stalk, You and I were as inseparable; as perpetually pearly moon and its shine, You and I were as inseparable; as the chamber of mouth and its crimson complexioned tongue, You and I were as inseparable; as a person traversing the streets and his magnified shadow, You and I were as inseparable; as the blossoming rose and its mesmerizing redolence, You and I were as inseparable; as the colossal expanse of blue sky and its cotton wool of clouds, You and I were as inseparable; as mammoth ocean waters and their dangerously swirling waves, You and I were as inseparable; as the ominous looking panther and his thunderous growl, You and I were as inseparable; as the vivaciously chirping bird and its pair of tender wings, You and I were as inseparable; as the crusty bar of chocolate and its lingering sweetness, You and I were as inseparable; as the fiery body of sun and its infinite numbers of dazzling rays, You and I were as inseparable; as the robust mountain sheep and its tufts of furry skin, You and I were as inseparable; as the celestial fairy and the unfathomable beauty circumventing her face, You and I were as inseparable; as the candle and its incessantly burning flame, You and I were as inseparable; as the loving mother and her newly born child, You and I were as inseparable; as the venomous snake and its stream of lethal poison, And you and I were as inseparable; as the omnipresent almighty; and his lakhs of disciples; residing in different quarters of earth. 659

UTTERING HER NAME WHEN I BATTERED my fists against the acerbic strips of glass; infinite pores on my skin started to bleed profusely, However when I did the same uttering her name; the glass broke into an ocean of splinters; and my hand escaped unhurt without a scratch. When I indignantly stopped my nose from inhaling breath; I let out marathon gasps after a few seconds, However when I did the same uttering her name; I could hold on much longer in my deplorable attempt. When I inscribed a jugglery of design with a knife on my bare chest; I felt capsized by tumultuous pain, However when I attempted doing the same loudly chanting her name; the anguish seemed to vanish into thin wisps of oblivion. When I tried masticating metal with my fortress of teeth; I swooned on the ground unconscious with a cluster of them strewn beside my scalp, However when I proceeded to do the same whispering her mystical name; the disdainful metal transited to silken honey. When I tried to pummel the wall boisterously striking my impetuous knuckles; my fingers contracted a series of multiple fracture, However when I did the same uttering her name; the mighty wall broke and the bricks came tumbling down. When I clambered the slippery slopes of the treacherous mountain; I lost my footing midway; hurtling down towards the earth head on, However when I tried doing the same singing her name; the mountain summit looked like a piece of cake; and I conquered the same in flash seconds of time. When I tried consuming vials of poison; indispensable blood froze abruptly in my veins; my silhouette lay numb; with a deathly blue incorporating my body, However when I drank the same uttering her name; the venom converted itself into pure milk; and I bounced merrily with resplendent euphoria. 660

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When I leapt from unprecedented heights of the edifice; I struck the earth with tremendous velocity; staying in perpetual coma for days, However when I committed the same feat uttering her name; the ground I landed turned itself into spongy Dunlop; and I got rejuvenated by the through stimulation. When I walked on blazing fires barefoot; the inner soles of my feet were rendered maim for the remainder of my life, However when I executed the same calling her name; burning embers of the insidious fire felt like refrigerated ice; tickling my demeanor extravagantly. I had lived all my life in blissful contentment; envisaging the beauty of her mesmerizing fragrance, And eventually when the time came to depart for my heavenly abode; I still didn’t feel the pain; as I faintly recited her sacrosanct name

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SOMEWHERE SOMEWHERE IN THE boundless stacks of golden hay; there lies incorporated an intricately pointed needle, Somewhere in the sprawling fields of wild creepers; there exists the poignantly scented rose, Somewhere in the enormous barrels of lethal poison; there lies impregnated; frugal pinches of profoundly sweet honey, Somewhere in the arid land of the colossal desert; there lies a shimmering pool of slippery oasis, Somewhere in the ominous castle with dilapidated interiors; there lives the mesmerizing and celestial fairy, Somewhere in bland chunks of food; there lies embedded parsimonious fillings of piquant salt, Somewhere in the vast expanse of black charcoal board; there lies embodied conspicuous lines of white chalk, Somewhere in the midst of the mammoth ocean; there exists the preposterously huge whale, Somewhere in the conglomerate of disdainfully dusty stones; there lies encapsulated the lustrous white pearl, Somewhere in the field of hideously snaring reptiles; there exists an fur skinned innocuous rabbit, Somewhere in the assemblage of utensils producing a discordantly clanging noise; there exists a perpetually silent pigeon feather, Somewhere in the disheveled heap of blotted cloth; there lies a garment of impeccable and glistening silk, Somewhere in the mangles debris of blistering lava; there exists a ravishingly cool spring of crystalline water, Somewhere amidst the ensemble of dead bodies incarcerated in stone coffins; there exists sporadic incidences of fresh life, Somewhere in the midst of bedraggled urchins incessantly begging for alms; there lives a jeweled prince, Somewhere in the smoldering ashes of crackling fire; there exists the newly born child, Somewhere in the thick of intense corruption; abysmal incidences of unsurpassable lechery; there exists a solitarily honest man, Somewhere in gruesome darkness for a million kilometers in the jungle; there exists a minuscule beam of stringent light, Somewhere amidst a consortium of satanic devils trying to destroy the earth; there exists the omniscient creator, And somewhere in this mundane world; with blood sucking individuals inhabiting every nook and cranny; there exists an unbiased girl who can love me like no one else ever did; making me feel every unfurling minute that I was alive.

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MADLY IN LOVE

I saw her mesmerizing face in the walls; while pouring sizzling tea in my cup, Although I soon realized that I was rampantly fantasizing; as the steaming liquid burnt my skin; spilling over the immaculate material of my trousers. I saw her magnanimous silhouette in the rocks; while driving my car through circuitous routes of the valley, Although I soon realized that it was a figment of my imagination; as the car swerved violently colliding with the hand rail; overlooking a few thousand feet into panoramic space. I saw her jelly blue eyes while walking on each vehicle; while walking through the congested street, Although I soon realized that I was dreaming under the sun; as compact cars whizzed inches from my body; leaving clouds of black smoke for me to inhale. I saw her honey coated red lips in the wall; as I languidly strolled through the interiors of the mystical palace, Although I soon realized that I was out of tangible senses; as I violently barged against the iron doors; tripping neatly over a jugglery of intricate furniture. I saw her dainty feet embedded with jingling bells; as I sat peacefully at the precarious edge of the bridge, Although I soon realized that I was drowned in a reverie; as I plummeted down; losing my stoical composure to blend with the chilly waters of the river. I saw her ravishing hair flowing in the gentle breeze; as I ruminated on my past while cooking food, Although I soon realized that I was romanticizing a bit too much; when eerie 663

whistle of the pressure cooker inundated my sensitive ears. I saw her smiling revealing her magnanimous teeth; while playing cricket with the sun god shining above my head, Although I soon realized that I was in seventh heaven; when the hard ball struck me on my chin; giving my face a ghastly black swollen look. I saw the vivacious outlines of her eyebrows; while writing my examinations, Although I soon realized that I was wistfully perceiving; when the slender cane of my professor lashed stringently on my scalp. I saw her rubicund cheeks embossed with blemishes; while lifting bulky weights in the gym, Although I soon realized that I was intensely dreaming in the day; when the heavy bars landed with an abrupt thud on my chest. I saw her in part and whole; throughout the monotonous day; in my dreams; and in every person I met; irrespective of caste and creed, Yes O! divine creator; you know as well as I do; the only reason behind my absurd behavior; was that I was MADLY IN LOVE..

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THE THING The thing as frigid as a dead follicle of hair; was indiscreet hatred, The thing as disdainful as the bathroom cockroach; was illicit smuggling, The thing as pale as the dilapidated wall; was overwhelming prejudice, The thing as resplendent as the pearly moon; was a gregarious smile on the luscious lips, The thing as morose as the broken branch of the tree; was tumultuous sorrow blended with grief, The thing as transparent as the crystal mountain stream; was unsolicited truth, The thing as bankrupt as a bedraggled beggar; was pugnacious enmity, The thing as innocuous as the hazel eyed monkey; was the cry of a small child, The thing as volatile as hot green chili; was immensely provoked anger, The thing as sweet as freshly prepared nectar; was the voice of the benevolent propagating humanity, The thing as blotted as the abysmally dark waters of the gutter; was indiscriminately brutal crime, The thing as cold as frozen pulp of icecream; was blatant jealousy, The thing as nostalgic as the oblivious past; was indefatigable fantasies of the brain, The thing as sizzling as ravishing brown crustacean coffee; was stupendous exultation, The thing as inflated as a gas balloon; was ostentatious pride, The thing as appeasing as appetizing morsels of food; was philanthropic friendship which fortified by the minute, The thing as vociferous as a barking dog; was 665

insatiable hunger which arose sporadically in the stomach, The thing as infinite as the boundaries of the emerald ocean; was ubiquitous humanity, The thing as inevitably intoxicating as liquor; was unfathomable greed, The thing as venomous as the sting of a scorpion; was racial discrimination, The thing as preposterously huge as the impeccable dolphin; was empathy towards fellow beings, The thing as starved as scorched sands of the desert; was the ominously diabolic devil, And the thing as impeccable as white pearls impregnated in oyster shells; as effusive as thunderous rain pelting down; was perpetual love.

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IMPRISONED I had dirt imprisoned in my nails; which seemed all the more abashing when I stood in the limelight; confronting public, I had scores of dandruff imprisoned in my scalp; prompting me to inevitably scratch; although it blended strikingly with my black coat, I had tumultuous strength imprisoned in my clenched fists; having stupendous power to decimate impostors swindling the innocent, I had eloquence imprisoned in my throat; which made me chant melodious rhymes of synchronized music, I had tenacity imprisoned in my emphatic eyes; which possessed the prowess to melt the supremely intransigent, I had a frivolous smile imprisoned in my luscious lips; which seemed all the more profound; when I encountered ravishing beauty, I had a jugglery of obdurate muscle imprisoned in my legs; enabling me to traverse long distance in acerbic sun; bereft of a vehicle, I had millions of hair imprisoned in my skin; cushioning me from uncouth blows of the society, I had salubrious blood imprisoned in my intricate veins; instilling in me the strength to sustain life, I had a crimson pink tongue imprisoned in my mouth; granting me the indispensable ability of speech, I had a bulky wallet imprisoned in my trouser pocket; making me feel despicable; when I stripped it of its currency, I had a flamboyant horse imprisoned in my stables; on which I used to sit and gallivant through the mountains, I had infinite lines imprisoned at the back of my palm; which audaciously 667

portrayed my destiny to unleash, I had unfathomable cells imprisoned in my finely chiseled brain; blessing me with the capacity to decode the most baffling of enigmas, I had golden droplets of sweat imprisoned in my armpits; inundating the placid surroundings with unbearable stench, I had tones of air imprisoned in my inflated lungs; which made me breathe; relish every unveiling second of life, I had yellow enamel camouflaging my teeth; making it impossible for me to smile, I had nostalgic memories imprisoned in my subconscious mind; as I ruefully reminisced all those moments when I was young, And most importantly; superseding all things; I had her love imprisoned in my heart; which bestowed upon me the impetus to blissfully live; fight for justice in this nonchalant world.

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I WOULD CONSIDER MYSELF THE RICHEST I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed the eyes of truth, Able to judiciously discriminate between; the good and obnoxiously evil inhabiting remote corners of the globe. I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed egalitarian arms, Ready to embrace those in severe affliction; without the baseless fear of getting stained and dirty. I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed the power of mystical clairvoyance, Able to prognosticate the ominous events to unveil; saving the earth from possible disaster. I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed a phlegmatic voice, Capable of pacifying those engulfed with inexplicable distress; put all children without parents to sleep. I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I could leap from astronomical heights of the bridge into the river, Save scores of innocuous children from drowning; embed their terrorized faces with mischievous smiles. I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed feet which could withstand the most onerous of load, Carry the ones crippled; making them witness the most mesmerizing avenues of the world. I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed clusters of teeth capable of extracting venom; Evacuating the most lethal of poison from the body of the dying; rejuvenating them with fresh doors of hope. I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed the prowess of assassinate the most evanescent of corruption 669

prevailing, Liberating the impoverished from impregnable clutches of slavery; granting them the supreme distinction of breathing free air. I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I could stay awake all night; Incessantly guarding those who were philanthropic; ever ready to propagate the benevolent cause of humanity. And I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I could possess and incarcerate the love I so vehemently desired, Help all residing on land; to get the dream partner of their own choice.

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THE PLATE OF LOVE When there was appetizing fruit placed on a plate of scintillating silver; I didn’t feel like eating, I was a trifle too busy contemplating the price of the plate; though there was nothing wrong with the food. When I was served immaculately ravishing noodles on a plate of pure gold; I didn’t feel like eating, I was afraid of impregnating blotches on the plate; when I caressed it with my bohemian hands; though there were pangs of hunger reverberating in my stomach. When I was served a blend of Italian cheese and cucumber on a plate of crystal studded with diamonds; I didn’t feel like eating, I was intensely absorbed in decoding my reflection in the glistening jewels; though the sight of the delicacy made my mouth water. When I was served a steaming curry of pungent soup on a plate of intricately chiseled marble; I didn’t feel like eating, I was heavily circumspect on staining the marble in the process of eating; though the concoction looked immensely sumptuous. When I was served roasted almonds juxtaposed with honey on a plate of pure sapphire; I didn’t feel like eating, I was completely lost admiring the dazzling radiance of stone; though there were insatiable desires to tenaciously chew the same. When I was served sliced onions wound with blood red radish on a plate of flocculent satin; I didn’t feel like eating, I was skeptical that its contents would spill over the sheets; though there was a niggling pain in my fingers to snatch the food. When I was served a bunch of succulent violet grapes on a plate of exquisite rosewood; I didn’t feel like eating, I was mesmerized by the plethora of designs embossed 671

in the wood; though there were grinding sensations in my fortress of teeth. When I was served a chocolate brown plum cake strewn with cherry on a plate of voluptuous lotus; I didn’t feel like eating, I was lost in the heavenly fragrance of the flower; though my mouth watered unrelentingly like a starved pig. When I was served simmering chicken transposed with green leaf on a plate of snake leather; I didn’t feel like eating, I was enchanted by the satiny complexion of the skin; though my eyes popped out of their sockets at witnessing the food. And eventually when I was served a nutritious agglomerate of curd and rice on a plate stitched with threads of our impregnable love; my beloved feeding me with her dainty fingers, I cupidly gobbled the same in no time; compensating for my previous failures; food had never tasted so tasty before, As it did when she fed me recounting tales of her childhood.

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USE YOUR HEART Use your nails to scratch stale paint from walls; peel off the rust from indispensable commodities for survival, Use your toes to poke someone frivolously in the ribs; hoist intricate pieces of cloth strewn on the floor, Use your eyes to distinguish between the sacrosanct and the devil; swirling them rampantly in all directions to grasp the beauty of the universe, Use your fingers to scribble infinite lines of literature; seize all those in a vise like grip trying to massacre the law, Use your legs to walk unrelentingly in the sun; indiscriminately kick all those pernicious impediments that confront your way, Use your nose to breathe in gallons of fresh air; detect fragrance and obnoxious stench in the atmosphere with equality, Use your arms to embrace all those afflicted with pain; profusely loving the ones you cherish, Use your teeth to scrupulously masticate food; evacuate lethal poison from innocuous skin bitten by snake, Use your brain to decipher baffling enigmas of life; make planet earth a better place to inhabit, Use your lips to produce philanthropic smiles; spread the ubiquitous message of congenial friendship, Use your affluence to lead a luxurious life; showering the same on those engulfed with tumultuous distress and pain, Use your power to assassinate evil from its faintest trace; fighting incessantly for those oppressed in the society, Use your ears to decode the minutest of sound; inundate barren arenas of your soul with melodious music, Use your hair to cushion the impact of blows on your scalp; letting it glisten 673

in the sunlight to impart warmth, Use your blood to save someone on the threshold of death; donating it in bountiful amounts to those who require it the most, Use your breath to tickle the grass blades; impregnate the chilly ambience with loads of passionate energy, Use your bones to work tirelessly; executing them meticulously to their complete potential, Use your voice to pacify the hot blooded; propagating the message of peace with tenacity, Use your life to achieve and construct and discover; procreating your progeny to serve humanity with grace, And use your heart to uninhibitedly love; inculcate the spirit of perpetual caring in the ones you ever encounter.

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WE STILL LOVED EACH OTHER We hurled a volley of expletives at each other; while conversing over the phone, Severely ostracizing our movements; our conservative attitude towards society, Threw fluffy pillows; rolling pins; scattered debris; virtually all that came in our hands at each other, Tore apart our scalp hair in exasperation; slapping each other on the rubicund cheek, Grimaced our teeth like the most ominous of fortress; clenching our fists in indignation, Stared unrelentingly like diabolical demons; refraining to whisper the slightest of sound, Spat uncouthly at each other; our hands interlocked in a vindictive brawl, Made abhorrent designs of each other; rampantly inscribing them on the cold floor, Kicked uncontrollably while in the car; banging our heads against the windshield, Spilled scalding tea deliberately on each other; burning dainty pores in our skin, Glanced indifferently towards each other; pretending to be nonchalant strangers, Scoffed haughtily inhaling long gasps of breath; insipidly kicking small stones that confronted our way, Wailed discordantly with fervor; looking at each others faces, Sat poles apart on the dining table; secretly wishing to dance under the enchanting moon, Drew lines vindictively on the sands; as we strolled languidly on the slippery beach, Pummeled each other in the ribs; at the slightest 675

provocation; as our tempers soared to dizzy heights, Paced up and down the length of the house; occasionally banging the walls in intense infuriation, Tossed and turned irritably on the king poster bed; unable to go to blissful sleep, Deliberated for marathon hours on the trot; on inconspicuous issues; expending great energy from our intricate lungs, But the remarkable thing was; that even after all this we still remained the best of friends; immensely enjoyed and wistfully longed for each others company, And at the end of the acrimonious day; forgave and acutely loved each other.

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WHERE THERE IS LOVE Where there is bountiful grass; sprawling meadows of leafy foliage, There roam about rustic cattle and goat; painstakingly chewing the cud; relishing the appetizing meal. Where there is superfluous water; rambunctious streams of crystal liquid, There reside sweet and succulent fish; bathing incessantly in the splashing currents; procreating several of their kind. Where there is a nest of enmeshed twigs; fortified with slender sticks of intricate wood and thorn, There lives the protuberant sac bird; which pacifies its gluttony devouring insects; lays eggs diligently with the passing seasons. Where there is fetid sewage floating in gutter water; a conglomerate of dilapidated debris loosely strewn about, There lives the disdainful cockroach; spreading a host of deadly infection and disease. Where there is the colossal mountain with jagged slopes; a battalion of deciduous trees projecting rampantly in tandem, There lives the grizzly bear which dexterously glides through darkened tunnels; along with tones of silver snow. Where there is slippery sand on the beach; blended with multiple cocoons of hollow space, There lives the gray bodied venomous crab; flexing its noxious tentacles intermittently; to sting innocuous flesh. Where there is a jugglery of boiled sweets lying orphan on the floor; with a tantalizing aroma wafting in the air, There lives the red ant in infinite scores; hungrily crunching its meal; pulverizing it to finely chiseled soft powder. Where there is the honey combed hive sighted at 677

unprecedented heights from the ground; adhering compactly to the building wall, There lives the honeybee boisterously oozing honey from its body; blending superbly with the golden color. Where there is overwhelming poverty; an atmosphere of bedraggled misery compounded with heaps of tribulation, There live nefarious hoodlums; driven by the fervent urge to steal; due to scarcity of funds and fodder. Where there is darkness camouflaged with pallid gloom; the ambience punctuated with mystical myths, There lives baseless fear; individuals who unwittingly shirk away from society. And where there is perennial love; philanthropic attitude to embrace the afflicted with thorough equanimity, There lives god and there also lives life; ripening every unleashing minute; creating humans impregnated with immortal bliss.

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

THE THING I FEARED THE MOST When I transgressed through the soil of scorching desert; with the sun blazing down my nape in full radiance, The thing I feared the most was the insatiable desire for water; which kept overpowering me when I knew there were no resources available. When I was sleeping blissfully in the night; with mystical reveries besieging my mind, The thing I feared the most; was rambunctious noise jolting me wide awake from my celestial siesta. When I was chopping the trunk of corrugated tree; utilizing the full tenacity of my wrists, The thing I feared the most; was the blade of my axe acquiring incongruous rust; emancipating its sharpness. When I was swimming through placid waters of the river; with lavender coated petals of lotus drifting past my nose, The thing I feared the most; was turbulent waves pervading the still waters; disrupting the synchrony of my swim. When I was traveling up the monumental edifice in an elevator; sighting spacious dwellings now as condensed matchboxes, The thing I feared the most; was the intricate coil of lift brusquely snapping; and the contraption hurling at full speeds towards the stony ground. When I was driving my car at swashbuckling speeds through picturesque slopes; feasting my eyes on a backdrop of panoramic waterfalls, The thing I feared the most; was the twin brakes failing and the automobile wildly careening into the treacherous valley. When I was nibbling rustic berries; plucking them in clusters from the vivaciously swirling jungle tree, 679

The thing I feared the most; was the likelihood of the fruit being savagely poisoned; having the ghastly potential of causing death. When I embellished my persona with grandiloquent slabs of glittering gold; wore jingling necklaces studded with an armory of scintillating diamonds, The thing I feared the most; was the brutal onslaught of robbers viciously tearing apart my wealth. When I diligently working on the contemporary computer; with the fluorescent light of the screen infiltrating my eyes, The thing that I feared the most; was a host of obnoxious virus permeating the software; assassinating all the files I had scrupulously stored. When I was shivering incessantly in winter winds; the partition of my teeth clattering inevitably, The thing I feared the most; was the snow precipitating from the skies; exacerbating my condition still further. And when I was with my beloved; encompassed in the warmth of her arms; the essence of her breath inundating me with unprecedented happiness, The thing I feared the most; was the creator taking her far away from me; as I knew there was no other power existing on earth; that could try and possibly separate us.

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

THE BISCUIT OF LOVE When I consumed a fat biscuit of mud; trying to masticate it fervently with my angular teeth, I simply failed to succeed; the mud impregnated a bitter taste in my mouth; and I inevitably puked out the curry with anguished sighs and gasps. When I devoured a biscuit of stone; gulping It down with a glassful of mineral water, My stomach felt a trifle uneasy trying hard to accept this alien food; and it finally came out intact and composite; a few hours after I painstakingly expurgated my bowels. When I chewed a biscuit of royal gold; endeavoring to soften it with the slimy layer of my saliva, Horrendous feelings of wasting currency engulfed my mind; and I immediately spewed out the biscuit; trying to retain its natural contour and shine. When I ate a rotund biscuit of condensed chocolate; replete with bountiful fillings of sweet candy, I felt good in the beginning; but my felicity soon transited into dismay; when the blood report indicated that I had astronomically high levels of sugar. When I tasted a piquant biscuit of green chili; blended commensurately with garlic powder, I rampantly screamed as if stabbed by a thousand burnt needles; scampered like never before to the nearest source of portable water. When I put a biscuit of almond soap in my mouth; there was gargantuan froth produced as a manifestation, Infinite bubbles elastic in texture now emanated whenever I opened my mouth; and there was an insurmountable urge in my persona to thoroughly cleanse my tongue. When I languidly placed a biscuit of frozen snow in my 681

mouth; the complexion of my face transformed to a scarlet crimson, Unfathomable clusters of taste died there itself; and I felt gruesome shivers cascading down my spine. When I attempted to gnaw at a biscuit of rusty iron; there was tumultuous force exerted on my teeth, They finally buckled under the intractable pressure; leaving rivulets of sticky blood oozing from my lips. When I feverishly tried to eat a biscuit of compressed honey; there was an infectious sweetness that enveloped my mouth, But when I got up in the morning after a contended nights sleep; there was a battalion of red ant crawling all over; inserting their tiny pincers in my flesh. And eventually when I consumed the biscuit of love; which was stitched meticulously by her; with threads of our perpetual love, My body felt profoundly rejuvenated; all the dreariness seemed to have evaporated into thin air; and it was now that I felt that I was invincible; beyond the inexplicable limits of this world.

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

WHEN I WANDERED THROUGH THE LANE OF LOVE When I philandered through the winding lanes of the mountain; I encountered an assemblage of vivacious trees and nimble rabbit, When I strolled through lanes of the dense jungle; I encountered a maze of cloistered passage along with white water streams, When I audaciously walked through lanes of freezing ice-cream; I encountered tenacious currents of cold; that made me shiver, When I vehemently transgressed through lanes of roaring fire; I encountered blistering flames; which almost charred me to inconspicuous ash, When I sedately trespassed through lanes of blossoming flower; I encountered clusters of humming bee; with a mesmerizing fragrance circumventing my nostrils, When I skeptically languished through lanes of the mental asylum; I encountered a fleet of barbaric madmen; trying to snatch the last ounce of breath from my persona, When I gleefully floated in the satiny lanes of the cotton clouds; I encountered brilliant sunshine blended with showers of inclement rain, When I loitered aimlessly through sandy lanes of the desert; I encountered acrimonious heat; sapping the last resources of hidden energy from my body, When I ambled laboriously through sequestered lanes of the gigantic tunnel; I encountered gruesome darkness that sent uncanny chills down my spine; made me nostalgically long for sunshine, When I ran at fast pace across lanes of slippery beach sands; I encountered poignant froth juxtaposed with fiery salt smashing across my eyes, When I gallivanted on horseback through the lanes of 683

the rustic farm; I encountered the ravishing aroma of corn; listened attentively to the intricate dribbling of milk from cow teats, When I crawled like a new born child through the lanes of surreal fantasy; I encountered scores of fairies; a blissful paradise where god resided, When I marched through the lanes of disdainful hatred; I encountered disparaging corruption; the savage discrimination of my fellow mates, When I pervaded across ghastly lanes of hell in the sky; I encountered satanic demons relishing blood from dead carcass of humans, When I intransigently marauded through lanes of the underground dungeon; I encountered hidden gold; with a scorpion occasionally drifting down my neck, When I jogged through crowded lanes of the mundane city; I encountered hostile traffic; and obnoxious clouds of smoke prompting me to deafeningly sneeze, When I roamed through lanes of illicit crime; I encountered a township of bloodshed; brutal massacres of the innocent, And eventually when I wandered through the lane of uninhibited love; I hereby found the perpetual heaven that I was so frantically searching for.

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

IF I WERE YOUR HEART If I were the blood circulating through your veins; I would incessantly flow without respite, Unrelentingly purifying contaminated zones of your body; ensuring that you were perennially in a state of blissful health. If I were your intricate ears; I would make sure you heard the most inconspicuous of sound as long as the sun shone in the sky, Would inundate your mind with melodious sounds; mesmerizing reveries; the moment you went off to sleep. If I were your emphatic eyes; I would make sure that you discriminate between the omnipresent good and evil, Would make you stringently aware of the perils lurking beside you; bestow upon you the power to prognosticate the future yet to unveil. If I were your pair of dainty feet; I would make sure you traversed scrupulously through the entire globe, Saw the most astounding of palaces; the most enticing of sapphire oceans; without suffering from the slightest of exhaustion. If I were your robust hands; I would make sure that you successfully clambered up the colossal mountain, Wrote exquisite lines of enchanting music; tenaciously decimated all those who ever tried to torment you. If I were your rotund belly; I would make sure you digested your food to meticulous perfection, Bore a battalion of impeccable children as you desired; without the tiniest of anguish and tribulation. If I were your silken hair; I would make sure that I glistened ravishingly in full rays of the sun, Keep myself bereft of abhorrent dandruff flakes; so 685

that you never felt the need to vehemently scratch. If I were your rosy tongue; I would make sure that you spoke with a perfect blend of eloquence, Sedately swishing inside your mouth; saving you on umpteenth occasions from the tyranny of your chiseled teeth. If I were your conglomerate of bones; I would make sure that you never felt dreary; even after marathon hours of work, Fought like an indefatigable soldier; when the question arose of defending your persona your true integrity. And by magnanimous stroke of fortune If I were your heart; I would command you to throb; only when you witnessed me, Instruct you to love me as uninhibitedly; as much as I fanatically wanted to possess you.

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

BREAKING BARRIERS In order to reach the stupendously astronomical summit of the mountain; you needed to break the barriers of skepticism, In order to achieve the unlimited; you needed to break the barriers of pompously inflated ego, In order to swim intrepidly against the treacherously swirling storm; you needed to break the barriers of curled introversion, In order to nose dive from the realms of the clouds without a parachute on your skin; you needed to break the barriers of inexplicably lingering fear, In order to trespass through a blanket of vindictively flaming thorns; you needed to break the barriers of trembling nervousness, In order to sing in front of the threateningly menacing dinosaur; you needed to break the barriers of profuse timidness, In order to put your fingers into the sharks mouth; you needed to break the barriers of insurmountable pain, In order to beg on the boisterously streaming streets; you needed to break the barriers of profound embarrassment, In order to drink back tears of poignant blood; you needed to break the barriers of devastating sadness, In order to inundate a barren ocean of paper with infinite lines of supremely spell binding literature; you needed to break the barriers of inferiority complex; embedded in the veins, In order to meditate relentlessly all night and day in front of the Almighty Lord; you needed to break the barriers of unfathomably overpowering desire, In order to dig your own grave when infact you were blissfully living; you needed to break the barriers of greedy existence, In order to talk like an unflinching prince infront of the prolifically augmenting audience; you needed to break the barriers of pertinently incessant retrospection, In order to confront the unprecedented battalion of demons singlehanded; you needed to break the barriers of inevitably quavering hopelessness and despair, In order to masticate the biscuits of obdurately 687

impregnable steel; you needed to break the barriers of helpless apprehension, In order to survive holistically amidst a planet deluged with barbaric wolves; you needed to break the barriers of pretentiously ostentatious dignity, In order to breathe in an atmosphere bereft of the most inconspicuous trace of air; you needed to break the barriers of your punctured conscience, In order to live up perpetually to the occasion called beautiful life; you needed to break the barriers of vehemently thoughtless denial, And in order to love for times immemorial; immortally coalesce with the web of everlasting romance; you needed to break the barriers of the fluttering heart….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

ASK MY LIFE Ask my eyes; how much they missed her ingratiatingly mischievous smile, Ask my nose; how much it missed her stupendously incarcerating and heavenly fragrance, Ask my lips; how much they missed her voluptuously tangy tears, Ask my hands; how much they missed her tantalizingly rubicund cheeks, Ask my soul; how much it missed her majestically grandiloquent shadow, Ask my hair; how much it missed the satiny caress of her divinely magical palms, Ask my ears; how much they missed her incredulously melodious and mesmerizing voice, Ask my brain; how much it missed her everlasting and profusely poignant festoon of memories and fantasies, Ask my blood; how much it missed her unrelentingly volcanic desire; the infernos of insatiable passion that she ignited; when she was at whisker lengths from my body, Ask my tongue; how much it missed the insurmountably delectable outlines of her vivaciously boisterous nape, Ask my abysmally fading countenance; how much it missed her unprecedented inspiration to propel unflinchingly forward in life, Ask my signature; how much it missed her unfathomably charming impression; the tinge of her magnanimous authority between each impeccable alphabet, Ask my bones; how much they missed her mystically intriguing footsteps; the astronomical rejuvenation they imparted to its deteriorating caricature, Ask my sweat; how much it missed her rhapsodic heat; the flames of unparalleled desire which she evoked with just a single solitary stare, Ask my stomach; how much it missed her unsurpassably celestial meals; the fathomless myriad of delicacies she prepared within flashes of minuscule seconds, Ask my beard; how much it missed her euphorically fabulous nails; the astounding rawness with which she trace a trail of seduction through my unruly flesh, 689

Ask my breath; how much it missed her indomitable ardor to survive; her tenacity to face life; even in the most disastrously acrimonious of times, Ask my heart; how much it missed her indefatigably throbbing beats; the tumultuous fervor in her pulse; that made me take infinite steps at a time, And ask my life; how much it missed her immortal love; which was the sole reason that didn’t let me die; even after she today; wasn’t alive….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

AS IF THE MOST ULTIMATE OF KINGS… It might have been to viciously slander me; venomously dissolve me like a piece of frigid shit; an infinite kilometers well beneath the murderous corpses of all times, It might have been to reproachfully lambaste me; treacherously blow me forever and ever and ever away; into the graveyards of lethally stabbing and shriveled oblivion, It might have been to sadistically comment upon my impoverished form; perennially ensure that it floated like the most lackadaisically frazzled carcass of misery; in between heaven and disparaging hell, It might have been to decimate me beyond realms of holistic recognition; before devilishly feeding every ounce of my wretchedly decaying carrion; to the hideously scavenging and cold-blooded vultures, It might have been to wholesomely defeat every trace of my tangible existence; compassionately beseech the most uncouthly truculent demons to excoriate me into a boundless bits of disastrously terrorizing nothingness, It might have been to wantonly taint even the most unassailably righteous fabric of my harmonious survival; with the pathetically asphyxiating grime of dastardly lies, It might have been to announce my loss in mind; body and jubilant form; to the trajectory of this fathomlessly enchanting planet; whereas I still exuberantly paraded in the aisles of indefatigably fructifying utopia, It might have been to ghoulishly bemoan every bit of philanthropic goodness that I divulged into; salaciously dragging my name into the coffins of hedonistically flagrant corruption, It might have been to deliriously torture every bounteously fantasizing fragment of my brain; with the inconsolably weeping broomsticks of tyrannizing malice, It might have been to Spartanly order every rabid dog on this poignantly ubiquitous planet; to summon as quickly as possible near my innocuous face; and then 691

intransigently bite the same as if there wasn’t the slightest of sunset, It might have been to unstoppably ridicule me; make a blatantly intolerable parody about each of my weaknesses; to every organism effulgently breathing on planet divine, It might have been to satanically deafen even the most infinitesimal of my senses; numb every gloriously conceivable movement of my nimble body; with the cries of outrageously maniacal extinction, It might have been to unrelentingly drag me to the gallows of heartlessly maiming confinement; impugning me of the highest treason ever committed on earth; which I never ever die or could dream to do, It might have been to mercilessly pounce upon every imaginable penny of my unflinching perseverance; wickedly burn the same into parasitically sordid flames of lecherous hatred, It might have been to timelessly jinx every euphorically benign aspect of my existence; with the brutally ominous chains of nothingness and the lull of melancholic debauchery; which suddenly arouse after blissful life, It might have been to violently molest every ingredient of my unimpeachable virginity; with the acrimoniously fetid dagger-heads of garrulously rancid war, It might have been to metamorphose every bit of pricelessly inimitable truth in my soul; into the most atrociously degradable mortuary of sinfully beheading lies, It might have been to perpetually snap the fangs of my symbiotically enthralling existence; and then bawdily suck all lifeless blood from my veins to be the most sanctimoniously strongest organism alive, And I really didn’t have the tiniest of insinuation as to what were your intentions everytime you opened your mouth for uttering my name; but believe me; everytime when you did actually whisper my name in your sensuously unparalleled voice; I felt the most pricelessly insuperable man alive; as if the most ultimate of Kings; on this unshakably limitless earth divine…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

WHY DID I LOVE TO PERPETUALLY LOVE… Why did I love eating exotically succulent fruit? Well it was solely because of the most gluttonously impoverished existence; of my pathetically tormented stomach. Why did I love to profoundly empathize with every fraternity of despairing living kind? Well it was solely because of the most devastatingly parched existence; of my callously dried eyeballs? Why did I love to intransigently fantasize? Well it was solely because of the most deplorably famished existence; of my robotically truculent brain… Why did I love to interminably adventure? Well it was solely because of the most penuriously irascible existence; of my restlessly wailing knees… Why did I love to perseveringly perspire? Well it was solely because of the most haplessly disoriented existence; of my emotionlessly fretful armpits… Why did I love to mellifluously sing? Well it was solely because of the most preposterously tyrannized existence; of my uncontrollably quavering throat… Why did I love to timelessly sip upon mesmerizing streams of water? Well it was solely because of the most hedonistically despondent existence; of my unsurpassably parched tongue…. Why did I love to unendingly tantalize every of my goose-bump? Well it was solely because of the most fanatically delirious existence; of my venomously victimized skin…. Why did I love to invincibly sleep? Well it was solely because of the most parsimoniously subjugated existence; of my brutally pulverized and defeated nerves…. Why did I love to tirelessly procreate? Well it was solely because of the most unbelievably petulant existence; of my unstoppably overflowing virility… Why did I love to victoriously dance? Well it was solely because of the most unceasingly agonized existence; of my pertinently imploring and restless legs… Why did I love to hoist orphaned urchins to their destinations of compassionate comfort? Well it was solely because of the most inexorably beseeching existence; of my boisterously brimming shoulders… 693

Why did I love to unrelentingly roll in fields of rain soaked grass? Well it was solely because of the most unfathomably ignited existence; of my uxoriously lambasted thighs… Why did I love to hear the most panoramically enigmatic sounds of mother nature? Well it was solely because of the most remorsefully bemoaning existence; of my treacherously starved ears…. Why did I love to indefatigably flirt in the aisles of pristine mischief? Well it was solely because of the most bizarrely reverberating existence; of my enthrallingly mystical eyebrows…. Why did I love to majestically sketch? Well it was solely because of the most unabashedly slithering existence; of my relentlessly teasing and impetuously resonating fingers… Why did I love to endlessly discover till even beyond the realms of infinity? Well it was solely because of the most wretchedly incarcerated existence; of my forlornly divested and monotonous soul… Why did I love to insatiably breathe? Well it was solely because of the most hopelessly asphyxiated existence; of my disastrously shriveled and crinkled lungs… And why did I love to perpetually and impregnably love? Well it was solely because of the most unflinchingly ardent existence; of every part; pore and beat of your divinely sensuous body; O! Omnipotent beloved…

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NO NEW DEFINITIONS When our lusciously poignant lips met; there were invincibly new definitions which were coined; of unconquerably triumphant and bountifully unlimited; desire, When our immaculately benign eyes met; there were spell-bindingly new definitions which were coined; of pricelessly impregnable and beautifully untainted; empathy, When our harmoniously eclectic fingers met; there were majestically new definitions which were coined; of victoriously enamoring and resplendently impeccable; artistry, When our unabashedly blushing cheeks met; there were insuperable new definitions which were coined; of marvelously unprejudiced and piquantly unparalleled; excitement, When our astoundingly sensitive eyelashes met; there were unbelievable new definitions which were coined; of wondrously unadulterated and pristinely immaculate; mischief, When our effulgently burgeoning brains met; there were spectacular new definitions which were coined; of unconquerably redolent and timelessly evolving; fantasy, When our uninhibitedly tantalizing feet met; there were unassailable new definitions which were coined; of ebulliently wild and inimitably discovering; adventure, When our fantastically rubicund tongues met; there were incredulous new definitions which were coined; of imperially rekindling and indomitably endless; electricity, When our incomparably princely palms met; there were revolutionary new definitions which were coined; of symbiotically enthralling and inscrutably titillating; destiny, When our intricately flapping ears met; there were jubilant new definitions which were coined; of interminably enamoring and fabulously reinvigorating; sensitivity, When our profoundly charged thighs met; there were undisputed new definitions which were coined; of undyingly mesmerizing and undefeatedly sparking; thunder, 695

When our voluptuously nubile navels met; there were unfettered new definitions which were coined; of unlimitedly charismatic and ubiquitously unshakable; sensuousness, When our stupendously ravishing hair met; there were unbreakable new definitions which were coined; of serenely serendipitous and perennially seductive; heavenliness, When our effervescently tender necks met; there were unchallangable new definitions which were coined; of everlastingly fructifying and universally melanging; compassion, When our righteously humanitarian bloodstreams met; there were undefeated new definitions which were coined; of perpetually transcending and fragrantly spawning; humanity, When our unprecedentedly aroused bellies met; there were irrefutable new definitions which were coined; of incorrigibly exuberant and handsomely unperturbed; magnetism, When our tenderly resonating spines met; there were intransigent new definitions which were coined; of tirelessly faithful and aristocratically augmenting; belonging, When our passionately electrified bodies met; there were ever-pervading new definitions which were coined; of stupendously affable and unstoppably immeasurable; virility, Whilst when our immortally throbbing hearts met; there were not the tiniest of new definitions coined; as our love was not a new thing at all for this human birth of ours; but had its most Omnipotent rudiments embodied deep within our innermost heartbeats; since an infinite previous births of ours; which had been in an unimaginably different spectrum of shapes and forms…

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I’D PREFER TO LIVE; THAN DIE WITH ALONGWITH YOU… I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my sight; rather than maniacally blind both my eyes alongwith you; only so that I could sight ever single bit of panoramic space that we’d so blissfully frequented when we’d just triumphantly proposed; till I exhaled my very last and ardently philanthropic breath, I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my artistry; rather than brutally chopping all my fingers alongwith you; only so that I could sketch you in your most royally resplendent shape and form; till I exhaled my very last and passionately ecstatic breath, I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my voice; rather than lecherously massacre my throat alongwith you; only so that I could interminably sing and inundate the atmosphere with the praises of your eternally fructifying soul; till I exhaled my very last and poignantly enamoring breath, I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my smile; rather than sacrilegiously marauding both my lips alongwith you; only so that I could bestow an indefatigably invincible volley of kisses upon every of footprint you left behind; till I exhaled my very last and effulgently handsome breath, I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my perseverance; rather than preposterously freeze every droplet of my sweat alongwith you; only so that I could endlessly strive forward to disseminate the ideals of your benign peace and love; till I exhaled my very last and iridescently effusive breath, I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my hearing; rather than wretchedly slain both my ears alongwith you; only so that I could fervently hear the enchantingly inimitable cadence of your voice again and again; till I exhaled my very last and exuberantly redolent breath, I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my tranquility; rather than wantonly surrender my soul alongwith you; only so that I could celestially imbibe the everlasting sweetness of our unshakably humanitarian relationship; till I exhaled my very last and supremely exultated breath, I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my virility; rather than ridiculously massacre my

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genitillia alongwith you; only so that I could tirelessly impregnate every conceivable part of my flesh with your perennially venerated footprints; till I exhaled my very last and unbelievably ebullient breath, I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my humanity; rather than insanely puke every droplet of my blood alongwith you; only so that I could embrace every tangible ounce of your beautifully lingering goodness; till I exhaled my very last and wondrously eclectic breath, I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my adventure; rather than insidiously pulverize both my feet alongwith you; only so that I could wholeheartedly explore every fragrantly unconquerable trail that you left on planet divine; till I exhaled my very last and supremely undying breath, I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my palms; rather than uncouthly erase my destiny lines alongwith you; only so that I could treasure every of my bounteously compassionate moment with you in my existence; till I exhaled my very last and victoriously blessed breath, I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my hair; rather than barbarously tonsure my scalp alongwith you; only so that I could ravishingly float in the heavens of your silken sensuality; till I exhaled my very last and fantastically enamoring breath, I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my titillation; rather diabolically silence every of my goose-bump alongwith you; only so that I could sense your miraculously ameliorating caress from even a billion kilometers away; till I exhaled my very last and emphatically mesmerizing breath, I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my fantasies; rather than sinfully squelch my brain alongwith you; only so that I could perceive your majestically undefeatable form in an infinite different ways; till I exhaled my very last and unconquerably emollient breath, I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my thirst; rather than devilishly torch my tongue alongwith you; only so that I could quell even the most inconspicuous of my desire by unstoppably uttering your name; till I exhaled my very last and unfathomably symbiotic breath, I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my reinvigoration; rather than unthinkably asphyxiate my breath alongwith you; only so that I could celebrate the sky of your untainted freshness every unfurling instant; till I exhaled my very last and uninhibitedly jubilant breath,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my love; rather than indiscriminately behead each of my heartbeat alongwith you; only so that I could perpetually garner empathy in my eyes for every bit of your insuperable selflessness; till I exhaled my very last and magically mollifying breath, I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my truth; rather than sadistically sell my conscience alongwith you; only so that I could infallibly propagate the simplicity of your benevolent existence; till I exhaled my very last and magnetically exultated breath, And I’d irrefutably prefer to remain wholesomely intact with my life; rather than depressingly plunge into the mortuary of death alongwith you; only so that I could savor the unassailable valor of your princely existence; till I exhaled my very last and stupendously voluptuous breath…

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HOMELESS- IN ALL MY MIND; BODY AND SOUL…. It was you who infact abruptly went away from my invincibly compassionate eyes; but strangely this left me haplessly and gruesomely blind in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my inimitably priceless lifetimes, It was you who infact abruptly went away from my poignantly enamoring lips; but strangely this left me brutally and heartlessly infertile in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my bountifully celestial lifetimes, It was you who infact abruptly went away from my indefatigably fantasizing brain; but strangely this left me hopelessly and venomously robotic in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my spell-bindingly fructifying lifetimes, It was you who infact abruptly went away from my unassailably masculine shoulders; but strangely this left me devastatingly and irretrievably weak in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my marvelously jubilant lifetimes, It was you who infact abruptly went away from my majestically burgeoning destiny; but strangely this left me forlornly and lividly chanceless in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my triumphantly eclectic lifetimes, It was you who infact abruptly went away from my effervescently chattering tongue; but strangely this left me torturously and unbearably silent in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my ecstatically infallible lifetimes, It was you who infact abruptly went away from my euphorically adventurous feet; but strangely this left me worthlessly and wantonly monotonous in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my victoriously beautiful lifetimes, It was you who infact abruptly went away from my vivaciously artistic shadow; but strangely this left me treacherously and tawdrily delirious in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my vibrantly inscrutable lifetimes, It was you who infact abruptly went away from my ravishingly tantalizing belly; but strangely this left

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh me blasphemously and egregiously famished in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my mystically resplendent lifetimes, It was you who infact abruptly went away from my golden globules of sweating perseverance; but strangely this left me inexplicably and fetidly meaningless in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my unendingly exhilarating lifetimes, It was you who infact abruptly went away from my mellifluously ardent throat; but strangely this left me maniacally and obliviously thirsty in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my fathomlessly exuberant lifetimes, It was you who infact abruptly went away from my sensuously virile nape; but strangely this left me pathetically and forlornly impotent in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my eclectically magnanimous lifetimes, It was you who infact abruptly went away from my symbiotically unconquerable blood; but strangely this left me disastrously and despicably inhuman in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my fantastically effulgent lifetimes, It was you who infact abruptly went away from my mischievously unabashed eyebrows; but strangely this left me morbidly and amorphously paralyzed in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my spectacularly innovative lifetimes, It was you who infact abruptly went away from my uninhibitedly liberated chest; but strangely this left me despondently and horrifically imprisoned in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my splendidly iridescent lifetimes, It was you who infact abruptly went away from my extraordinarily sensitive ears; but strangely this left me gruesomely and intolerably deaf in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my blessedly enthralling lifetimes, It was you who infact abruptly went away from my insuperably emollient conscience; but strangely this left me horribly and inconsolably lying in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my blissfully venerated lifetimes, It was you who infact abruptly went away from my fierily undaunted nostrils; but strangely this left me intractably and forever dying in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my eternally undefeated lifetimes, It was you who infact abruptly went away from my immortally unflinching heart; but strangely this left me hopelessly and horrendously infidel in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my beamingly chivalrous lifetimes,

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And it was you who infact went away from my impregnably peerless dwelling; but strangely this left me perennially and unforgivably homeless in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my royally unfettered lifetimes…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

IMMORTAL LOVE- IS IN GIVING HAPPINESS…. If indefatigably possessing your lover; is what makes her perpetually happy; then that’s exactly according to me; the definition of Immortally fructifying love, If stringently monitoring your lover at every step; is what makes her perpetually happy; then that’s exactly according to me; the definition of Immortally compassionate love, If giving unabashed freedom to your lover to do what she wants; is what makes her perpetually happy; then that’s exactly according to me; the definition of Immortally burgeoning love, If incarcerating your lover in chains of your fervently one-tracked obsession; is what makes her perpetually happy; then that’s exactly according to me; the definition of Immortally truthful love, If tirelessly dancing with your lover under the iridescently utopian moonlight; is what makes her perpetually happy; then that’s exactly according to me; the definition of Immortally unshakable love, If inconsolably weeping alongwith your lover whenever she felt distressed; is what makes her perpetually happy; then that’s exactly according to me; the definition of Immortally invincible love, If eating every meal of yours shared in your lover’s rustic plate; is what makes her perpetually happy; then that’s exactly according to me; the definition of Immortally transcending love, If staying an infinite miles away on persevering work to earn for your lover; is what makes her perpetually happy; then that’s exactly according to me; the definition of Immortally mollifying love, If ardently admiring every aspect of your lover for times immemorial; is what makes her perpetually happy; then that’s exactly according to me; the definition of Immortally unassailable love, If speaking everytime for your lover whenever the desire to express arose in her throat; is what makes her perpetually happy; then that’s exactly according to me; the definition of Immortally ameliorating love, If unstoppably fornicating with your lover in the aisles of ecstasy; is what makes her perpetually happy; then that’s exactly according to me; the definition of Immortally blessing love, If not waiting for your lover the slightest even if she didn’t come back after an infinite births; is what makes her perpetually happy; then that’s exactly according to me; the definition of Immortally

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reinvigorating love, If timelessly staring into the intimate eyes of your lover; is what makes her perpetually happy; then that’s exactly according to me; the definition of Immortally vivacious love, If allowing your lover to work shoulder to shoulder in this overwhelmingly masculine society; is what makes her perpetually happy; then that’s exactly according to me; the definition of Immortally majestic love, If dragging behind your lover like your sole shadow wherever and whenever and for whatever you went; is what makes her perpetually happy; then that exactly according to me; the definition of Immortally Omnipotent love, If not expecting the tiniest from your lover even though she was wholeheartedly robust and in the prime of youth and health; is what makes her perpetually happy; then that’s exactly according to me; the definition of Immortally fragrant love, If commanding your lover to unquestioningly dedicate her entire life at your humanely feet; is what makes her perpetually happy; then that’s exactly according to me; the definition of Immortally ubiquitous love, If letting your lover bond the beats of her passionate heart with an infinite more of your kind alongwith you; is what makes her perpetually happy; then that’s exactly according to me; the definition of Immortally miraculous love, If overpowering your lover at every step; wholesomely and forever representing her entire personality like her ultimate bodyguard; is what makes her perpetually happy; then that’s exactly according to me; the definition of Immortally bewitching love, For Immortally Omnipresent love is in everything by which you give happiness to your lover; whenever; wherever and for whatever reason that he/she wants it; and not in dictatorially finding your very own happiness; like a greedy ghost fortunately and quickly slipping out of its corpse…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

AS ALL THE HEART EVER KNEW…. Neither did it know any religion; the most royally invincible epitomes of the venerated Church/Temple/Mosque/Monastery; or the most haplessly oblivious alleys of inexplicably thwarting blindfaith, Neither did it know any color; the most pricelessly impeccable of scintillating white; or the most perilously bemoaning shades of sadistic black, Neither did it know any height; the most majestically infallible apogees of unimpeachable victory; or the most despondently skulking and parsimoniously threadbare stones; lying on lackadaisically lugubrious soil, Neither did it know any beauty; the most voluptuously aristocratic reflections of the perennial castle; or the most hideously grotesque faces; of the devils of cannibalistic hell, Neither did it know any power; the most demonically menacing of politicians; or the most pathetically mercurial of ants; which got barbarously pulverized by the billions; at the rise of a singleton foot, Neither did it know any wealth; the most unsurpassbaly sumptuous treasuries of undefeated glittering gold; or the most lecherously inconsolable beggars; parasitically clinging forever and ever and ever to the fabric of celestial society, Neither did it know any versatility; the most brilliantly unassailable skies of spell binding talent; or the most nonchalantly immutable of bricks; which dogmatically refrained to budge even an inch forward; even as the ghastliest of hell inclemently rained down on earth, Neither did it know any scripture; the most victoriously bestowing pages of undefeated literature; or the most despicably besmirched mortuaries of fetidly livid illiteracy, Neither did it know any boundary; the most insuperably blazing borders of the sanctimoniously dictatorial society; or the most disdainfully dingy confinements of sacrilegiously vindictive jail, Neither did it know any shape; the most ubiquitously ever-pervading forms of unalterable superiority; or the most inconspicuously dithering and digressing worms of derogatory hatred, Neither did it know any culture; the most ostentatiously flavored parties of profusely smoke-laden baselessness; or the most rustically bohemian impressions of the flagrantly uncivilized thumb,

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Neither did it know any influential; the most charismatically enchanting of luminaries; or the most hopelessly dumb carrions of inane meaninglessness; which did nothing else but inundate the atmosphere with dastardly stench, Neither did it know any magic; the most miraculously victorious metamorphosis of all poverty into a cloudburst of torrentially unrelenting currency coin; or the most irately burnt; unproductively infidel and cursed soil, Neither did it know any fertility; the most indefatigably proliferating chapters of precocious civilization; or the most profanely impotent corpses of bizarrely devastating stagnation, Neither did it know any fear; the most ominously massacring graveyards of the unsparingly jinxed spirit; or the most wretchedly plagued carcasses of the worthlessly wanton devil, Neither did it know any victory; the most dynamically resurgent trouncing of the enemy at war; or the most forlornly lamenting losses of the gallows of wickedly annihilating lies, Neither did it know any fragrance; the most spell-bindingly tantalizing aroma of the poignantly scarlet rose; or the most unbearably melancholic odor of the abominable village gutter, Neither did it know any language; the most blessedly sacrosanct of virile dialects; or the most vituperatively lambasting tongues of abhorrently truculent contemptuousness As all the heart ever knew on the trajectory of this fathomlessly iridescent Universe and ever since this earth was conceived and created; was to immortally throb for the unshakably burgeoning spirit of love; love and perpetual love; infact the only word upon which its dictionary of insatiable passion; started and indefinitely ended…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

SHE REALLY, TRULY AND IMMORTALLY LOVED YOU… When you possessed the most wealth in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely because of the lure of forever and ever and ever; leading a majestically luxurious and opulent life, When you possessed the most impregnably conspicuous muscles in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely because they knew that there was none other than you; who could protect them from even the most diabolical of catastrophe, When you possessed the most inimitably gifted sense of humor in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely because they perennially wanted to be unabashedly tickled in their funny bone; even when uncontrollable mayhem reigned supreme upon the planet divine, When you possessed most rare gift of magical clairvoyance in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely because they thought they’d lead a sparkling life forever; wholesomely averting every ghastly disaster that came their way; pre-warned by your miraculous aura, When you possessed the most hypnotically mellifluous voice in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely because they thought that they’d eternally float in the aisles of paradise; as you sang the most sensuously romantic of songs, When you possessed the biggest birthmark in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely because they felt that timelessly being with you; would also ensure that their otherwise jinxed and jilted destinies; would suddenly metamorphose into the most burgeoning flower of good luck, When you possessed the most pricelessly embellished poems in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely because of wanting their beauty to be transcended to the ultimate epitomes of superiority; as you indefatigably immortalized them in your verse, When you possessed the most number of Nobel prizes for peace in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely because they thought that they’d never get a man more tranquil and tame than you; to infallibly exist for a countless more lifetimes, When you possessed the most slavish nature in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely because they could make you lick the grime from their boots all day and night; victoriously keep the chains

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of every aspect of your life in their tiny fist, When you possessed the most unassailably scented body in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely because they could forever drift away from the ghoulish stink of sanctimonious worldliness; compassionately mollify their nostrils till their very last breath, When you possessed the most insuperably masculine form in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely because they could then give vent to the most uninhibitedly uncurbed of their desires; ravenously cuddling up the electrified hair on your brilliantly sculpted chest, When you possessed the most terrorist organizations in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely to trade their tantalizingly seductive flesh; for every moment of their vividly undefeated life, When you possessed the most number of Kingdoms in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely to unconquerably control the lives of boundless countrymen; as the invincibly unbridled queen of all times, When you possessed the most intriguingly innovative brain in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely to be discovered of a limitless intricate emotions of theirs; which were otherwise deplorably spat upon by the sleazily commercial planet, When you possessed the most poignantly sensuous lips in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely to be endlessly kissed and thereby culminate into a untamed fireball of unfettered passion; for as long as this earth exists, When you possessed the most artistically blessed fingers in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely so that even the most infinitesimal part of their body could be admired and sketched; at the tiniest of their commands; and in every conceivable shade of light, When you possessed the most unshakable fame in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely so that even the most untrimmed cranny of their bohemian fingernails; became the perpetually 24 X 7 X 365 talk of every single organisms mouth; on this unceasing globe, When you possessed the most sharp vision in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely so that that they could put their foot into every possible profitable venture existing; and then exit whenever the odds were astutely foreseen by you, When you possessed the most loudly throbbing heart in the world; perhaps an infinite women came to you; solely assuming that here was where they could get the ultimate fructification and friendship of their

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh otherwise; wantonly infidel lives, But when you didn’t possess any of the above; and if yet there was just a single woman who came to you on the trajectory of this fathomlessly bewitching Universe; then it was solely and solely because she really; truly and immortally loved you; for what you were in your most natural form; just as the Almighty Lord had bountifully sent you….

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WORRY. WORRY. WORRY. INFINITE TIMES WORRY. Fatherless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to symbiotically exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally devastated; but still emerging victorious in whatever philanthropic you did; by the grace of the Omnipotent Lord Almighty, Motherless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to peerlessly exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally drained; but still emerging victorious in whatever synergistic you did; by the grace of the unassailable Lord Almighty, Sisterless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to pricelessly exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally flabbergasted; but still emerging victorious in whatever benign you did; by the grace of the ever-pervading Lord Almighty, Brotherless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to holistically exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally pulverized; but still emerging victorious in whatever innocuous you did; by the grace of the everlasting Lord Almighty, Auntless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to innovatively exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally evaporated; but still emerging victorious in whatever celestial you did; by the grace of the Omnipresent Lord Almighty, Uncleless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to unimpeachably exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally deteriorated; but still emerging victorious in whatever innovative you did; by the grace of the unshakable Lord Almighty, Grandmotherless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to blazingly exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally disheveled; but still emerging victorious in whatever proliferating you did; by the grace of the impregnable Lord Almighty, Grandfatherless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to inimitably

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally slithering; but still emerging victorious in whatever eclectic you did; by the grace of the ever-pervading Lord Almighty, Friendless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to bounteously exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally castrated; but still emerging victorious in whatever artistic you did; by the grace of the unsurpassable Lord Almighty, Childless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to royally exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally wrecked; but still emerging victorious in whatever humanitarian you did; by the grace of the unlimited Lord Almighty, Religionless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to insuperably exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally confounded; but still emerging victorious in whatever egalitarian you did; by the grace of the ubiquitous Lord Almighty, Voiceless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to effulgently exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally decrepit; but still emerging victorious in whatever panoramic you did; by the grace of the invincible Lord Almighty, Kinless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to gloriously exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally delirious; but still emerging victorious in whatever magnanimous you did; by the grace of the undefeated Lord Almighty, Pastless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to iridescently exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally jilted; but still emerging victorious in whatever rejuvenating you did; by the grace of the eternal Lord Almighty, Directionless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to unbelievably exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally flummoxed; but still emerging victorious in whatever discovering you did; by the grace of the unconquerable Lord Almighty, Dimensionless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to amazingly exist

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till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally flabbergasted; but still emerging victorious in whatever truthful you did; by the grace of the perpetual Lord Almighty, Strengthless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to spell-bindingly exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally squelched; but still emerging victorious in whatever beautiful you did; by the grace of the Omnipresent Lord Almighty, Clothless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to blissfully exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally disintegrated; but still emerging victorious in whatever romantic you did; by the grace of the interminable Lord Almighty, Homeless. Don’t worry. You’d definitely continue to ecstatically exist till the very end of your destined breath and time; perhaps emotionally squandering; but still emerging victorious in whatever righteous you did; by the grace of the Omniscient Lord Almighty, But LoveLess. Worry. Worry. Worry and infinite times do Worry. For you’re going to die this right now this very moment; as where there’s no love; every ounce of destiny; breath and life closes there and then itself; by the grace of the infallibly supreme Lord Almighty…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

I’D STILL INSTANTANEOUSLY DIE… If she said that she would tie the nuptial thread with me after some years; I’d instantaneously die; unable to bear the inexorably demonic tyranny of having to endlessly wait; for the immortally ultimate love of my life, And even if she said that she wanted to perennially bond every of her breath with mine; I’d still instantaneously die; as the thunderbolt of untamed exhilaration; reached to the ultimate crescendo in every conceivable pore of my body…. If she said that she thought unceasingly ill about me; I’d instantaneously die; unable to bear the venomously jilted attitude of a girl towards me; whom I infact loved the most on this fathomlessly enchanting planet, And even if she said that she solely longed for nothing else on this earth but my masculine caress; I’d still instantaneously die; as the volcano of fanatic desire in every ingredient of my blood; would fanatically explode… If she said that she wanted to date an infinite men right under my snaring nose; I’d instantaneously die; unable to bear the dying beats of my venomously dying soul; which had nothing else but her princely image timelessly embedded, And even if she said that she truly and profoundly admired my unflinchingly peerless bravado; I’d still instantaneously die; as the Sun of the most ultimate praise in my life; charred me to my inevitably destined corpse… If she said that she wanted to inexhaustibly use me only for my money; I’d instantaneously die; unable to bear her salaciously parasitic brain; her persona which I’d once upon a time considered the most priceless reflection of the Omnipotent Lord, And even if she said that she hadn’t seen another organism as poignantly artistic as me; I’d still instantaneously die; unstoppably ignited within the countless fervent lines of servitude that I’d sketched to depict her incomparably unbridled beauty… If she said that she’d always wanted to torturously slave me till the ultimate graveyards of sadism; I’d instantaneously die; unable to bear the despicable wickedness of her brain; which I’d once upon a time considered at the most epitomizing cradle of creation in this entire Universe, And even if she said that she interminably adored my unconquerably royal virility; I’d still instantaneously die; limitlessly erupting into the most vociferous expression of unfettered ecstasy; towards the highest peak of the impregnable sky…

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If she said that she wanted to satanically crucify me right infront of the entire world; I’d instantaneously die; unable to bear the diseased words that wafted from her mouth; those sacrosanct lips which I incessantly worshipped all sweltering day and sensuous night, And even if she said that I was her most truthful harbinger on this unassailable planet; I’d still instantaneously die; as every conceivable bone of mine dissolved into nothingness; whilst living up to the fire of extremely immortalizing righteousness… If she said that I was the last person on this earth who ever struck her mind; I’d instantaneously die; unable to bear her prejudiced pompousness; whilst I considered even the most infinitesimal line on her resplendent palms; as my irrefutable destiny, And even if she said that I was redolently altruistic humanitarian on this unceasing globe; I’d still instantaneously die; as I renounced even the last ounce of breath from my lungs; to eternally live up to her benign proclamations about my impoverished soul…. If she said that I was the most cowardly living being on planet earth; I’d instantaneously die; unable to bear her wanton sniggering; inspite of me invincibly safeguarding her against the most pugnaciously terrorizing of devil; at her every step, And even if she said that I was the ultimate messiah of the Omnipresent Lord on this astoundingly proliferating Universe; I’d still instantaneously die; in trying to prove to her that I fearlessly sacrificed my life; so that every other fraternity of living kind could triumphantly survive… If she said that she wanted to unstoppably suck blood from my veins everytime she felt hungry and emaciated; I’d instantaneously die; unable to bear her heartlessly cold-blooded deliriousness; specially when every of her breath was the ultimate signature of my penuriously diminutive life, And even if she said that I was the most beautifully replenished organism on earth; I’d still instantaneously die; spuriously bloating in her praise; till the tallest apogees of infinite infinity…. If she said that she had always loved someone else since her very first cry; I’d instantaneously die; unable to bear her devilish infidelity; after I’d taken birth an infinite times; just to be an integral impression of every of her queenly footstep, And even if she said that I was immortally throbbing in every of her passionately pristine heartbeat; I’d still instantaneously die; out of sheer exhaustion; endlessly triggered by her complete acceptance of my originally uninhibited form…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

UNDER THE VERY BROADEST OF DAYLIGHT I wanted to inconsolably sob only when it was unrelentingly raining; so that every single droplet of my ungainly hysteria went astoundingly unnoticed; in the torrentially unabashed downpour, I wanted to uncontrollably tremble only when it was ghoulish midnight; so that every single of my dastardly apprehension went incredulously unnoticed; in the swirl of the unsurpassably pitch dark blackness, I wanted to intransigently scream only when it was unendingly reining pugnacious war all around; so that ever single of my arrogantly bigoted spark went stupendously unnoticed; in the thunderous roar of the enemy, I wanted to pathetically urinate only when it was ferociously roaring sea all around; so that every single globule of my lividly fetid defecation went amazingly unnoticed; in the fathomlessly impregnable waters of the ocean, I wanted to inevitably lie only when it was in the premises of the politicians dwelling; so that every single ingredient of my humanitarian fallacy went unbelievably unnoticed; in the ultimate mortuary of sacrilegiously unbearable wrongdoing, I wanted to unceasingly bleed only when it was amidst a fathomless field of sliced watermelons all around; so that every single element of my unfathomable agony went spectacularly unnoticed; in a cosmos of endlessly enriching redness, I wanted to vindictively spit only when it was on the frosty shores of the boundlessly undulating ocean; so that every single molecule of my worthless saliva went victoriously unnoticed; in a passionately unparalleled inferno of foaming froth, I wanted to worthlessly yawn only when it was thunderously lightening cats and dogs all around; so that every single whisper of my lugubriously thwarted laziness went miraculously unnoticed; in the inexorably unstoppable roars of compassionate thunder, I wanted to unabashedly groan only when it was an atmosphere being interminably inundated by the mellifluously selfless nightingale’s sounds all around; so that every single penurious discrepancy of mine went magically unnoticed; in the melody of universally bonding togetherness, I wanted to childishly squabble only when it was solely a world of innocuously new born infants all

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around; so that ever single of my ridiculous babyishness went wholesomely unnoticed; in the incoherent wailing of uninhibitedly fresh born life, I wanted to humanitarianly lose only when it was earth consisting of boundlessly glistening desert all around; so that every single of my decrepit loss went wondrously unnoticed; in the inexplicably unlimited cocoons of slippery sand, I wanted to heartlessly massacre both plant and animal for feeding my stomach only when it was the absolute descent of oblivion all around; so that every single of my indispensably committed misdeed went forgivably unnoticed; in the cadaverous vacuum of already existing nothingness, I wanted to visit the most sensuously nubile vixens only when it was the devil’s invisible hour upon planet earth; so that every single desire of my rapaciously titillated flesh went wondrously unnoticed; in the forest of cannibalistically lamenting wilderness, I wanted to pugnaciously pack a punch only when it was the epitome of Everest ruling supreme in the atmosphere; so that every single of my bludgeoning impetuousness went thrillingly unnoticed; in the limitlessly unconquerable peaks of the earth, I wanted to salaciously gamble only when it was an infinite waterfalls of inebriating liquor cascading all around; so that every single of my insatiable greed went uninterruptedly unnoticed; in the uncannily unending haze of uncontrollably faltering alcohol, I wanted to impoverishedly stagger only when it was the mightiest of mountains crumbling down like a pack of frigid matchsticks all around; so that every single of my wastrel faltering went beautifully unnoticed; in the unprecedentedly hurtling ambience of failure weighing supreme, I wanted to defeatedly abort my own child only when it was a planet of hedonistic vultures satanically plucking stinking carrion all around; so that every single of my dastardly misdoings went superbly unnoticed; in the unimaginably demonic maelstrom of guttural malice, I wanted to nimbly surrender only when it was a ludicrously eunuch like planet; neither masculine nor feminine all around; so that every single ounce of my unmanliness went entirely unnoticed; in the frigidly asphyxiating smoke of jinxed impotence,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh And I wanted to be captured by the spirit of Immortal Love; make fierily passionate love; give Omnisciently inimitable love; every unfurling instant of my diminutively destined life; yet more specifically under the most visibly blazing rays of the Omnipotent Sun; under the very broadest of daylight…

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TOWARDS THE HEARBEAT OF OMNIPOTENT LIFE…. There were an infinite violently unstoppable winds; which so demonically lead you; forever towards the wind of ghastily stabbing and hedonistically sadistic death, There were an infinite menacingly stormy seas; which so unsparingly lead you; forever towards the seas of devastatingly asphyxiating and cold-bloodedly butchering death, There were an infinite despairingly acrid deserts; which so aridly lead you; forever towards the deserts of uncouthly barbarous and horridly irrevocable death, There were an infinite ghoulishly wailing spirits; which so deplorably lead you; forever towards the spirits of waywardly wastrel and salaciously maiming death, There were an infinite torridly simmering droughts; which so heartlessly lead you; forever towards the drought of parsimoniously febrile and peevishly disoriented death, There were an infinite belligerently blood-stained thorns; which so mercilessly lead you; forever towards the thorns of diabolically stinging and indescribably venomous death, There were an infinite sadistically perverted leeches; which so cannibalistically lead you; forever towards the leeches of unbelievably maniacal and torturously morbid death, There were an infinite misanthropically surreptitious marshes; which so abjectly lead you; forever towards the marshes of inconsolably fetid and vindictively pugnacious death, There were an infinite anomalously ballistic shards; which so cruelly lead you; forever towards the shards of disdainfully livid and unceremoniously ominous death, There were an infinite fecklessly prejudiced battlefields; which so emotionlessly lead you; forever towards the battlefields of sordidly crumbling and disastrously silencing death, There were an infinite worthlessly obsessive manias; which so wretchedly lead you; forever towards the manias of cadaverously decrepit and dolefully naked

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh death, There were an infinite lethally gobbling earthquakes; which so satanically lead you; forever towards the earthquakes of hideously cantankerous and brutally squelching death, There were an infinite criminally salacious screams; which so murderously lead you; forever towards the screams of bizarrely penalizing and treacherously obnoxious death, There were an infinite gorily demented gutters; which so stealthily lead you; forever towards the gutters of insanely decrepit and indefatigably terrorizing death, There were an infinite sacrilegiously gleaming knives; which so licentiously lead you; forever towards the knives of perilously strangulating and poisonously atrocious death, There were an infinite truculently lambasting nights; which so unjustly lead you; forever towards the nights of horrifically blackened and unsurpassably devilish death, There were an infinite nefariously indigent nooses; which so horribly lead you; forever towards the nooses of perpetually stony and intolerably beheading death, There were an infinite malevolently diseased curses; which so despondently lead you; forever towards the curses of unfathomably blighted and lecherously evaporating death, And then there was just a single beat of her immortally throbbing heart; which so miraculously leads you; far away from the most bludgeoning gorges of death; and forever and ever and ever towards the heartbeat of Omnipotent life; even after you’d veritably surrendered your physical form and died…

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LOVER’S EYE…. Through the lovers eye; even the most fetidly repugnant of gutters; suddenly seemed like the most enchantingly glistening streams of jubilantly victorious paradise, Through the lovers eye; even the most devastatingly burning forests of hell; suddenly seemed like the most unflinchingly blazing beams of the eternally undefeated Sun, Through the lovers eye; even the most tauntingly hapless of failures; suddenly seemed like the most invincibly glorifying epitomes of inimitably unparalleled success, Through the lovers eye; even the most morosely tear stained cheeks; suddenly seemed like the most robustly ecstatic toffees of perennially fructifying happiness, Through the lovers eye; even the most cadaverously perverted of spirits; suddenly seemed like the most infallibly wondrous warriors of an optimistically effulgent tomorrow, Through the lovers eye; even the most deliriously cacophonic madhouses; suddenly seemed like the most ultimate paradise’s of spell bindingly ameliorating symbiotism, Through the lovers eye; even the most acridly fathomless deserts; suddenly seemed like the most tantalizingly replenishing gardens of; majestically bestowing heaven, Through the lovers eye; even the most cold-bloodedly excoriating of blood-coated thorns; suddenly seemed like the most torrentially pristine rain of royally ecstatic pearls, Through the lovers eye; even the most disastrously orphaned of infants; suddenly seemed to be the most unconquerably aristocratic prince and princesses; of every conceivable space and time, Through the lovers eye; even the most cursedly ghoulish houses; suddenly seemed to be the most invincibly compassionate dwellings in which resided countless families; of pricelessly humanitarian togetherness, Through the lovers eye; even the most sadistically gleaming bars of prison; suddenly seemed to be the most blessedly fecund cradles of all-round prosperity; where there existed not the tiniest trace of feckless malice, Through the lovers eye; even the most despondently impotent of barren soil; suddenly seemed to be the most infallibly burgeoning cloud of unchallangable fertility,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh Through the lovers eye; even the most irascibly squabbling of organisms; suddenly seemed to be the most ubiquitously harmonious harbingers of Omniscient truth and peace, Through the lovers eye; even the most lecherously demonic parasites; suddenly seemed to be the most holistically surviving lanterns and mists of unprecedented joy, Through the lovers eye; even the most laconically nonchalant entrenchments of oblivion; suddenly seemed to be the most vividly boisterous playgrounds of uninhibitedly iridescent frolic, Through the lovers eye; even the most satanically plundering of traitors; suddenly seemed to be the most rhapsodically gyrating fairies; just descended from the womb of heaven divine, Through the lovers eye; even the most venomously gory battlefields of prejudice and lies; suddenly seemed to be the most blissfully mollifying rainbows of impregnable universal peace, Through the lovers eye; even the most lethally unbearable anecdotes of infidelity; suddenly seemed to be the most amiably bonding mists of eternally victorious love, And I just wished and wished and incessantly wished and prayed; that each one of us living beings who have so derogatorily become robotically commercial stonepieces these days; fall in true love this very instant irrespective of our age; caste; creed; status; color or tribe; and then forever and ever and ever possess the Immortal “Lovers Eye”….

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OUR RELATIONSHIP… Our relationship was extraordinarily distinguished into an infinite infallible layers: At times that of an obedient disciple and symbiotically sermonizing teacher; whilst blissfully imbibing the chapters of resplendently victorious life, At times that of an impetuously screaming brother and wildly scratching sister; whilst squabbling over the most infinitesimally unwonted things; existing on the trajectory of earth divine, At times that of brutally parched soil and lackadaisically dying grass blades; whilst thirstily suckling even the most inconspicuous globule of priceless rain water; that unabashedly tumbled from fathomless sky, At times that of a ferociously chasing lion and nimbly scampering deer; whilst frenetically searching for those quintessential morsels of life-bestowing food; in the day, At times that of sacredly ameliorating soul and righteously palpitating conscience; whilst unconquerably assimilating the principles of the most royally undefeated truth, At times that of a desperately groping man and adroitly sharp pickaxe; whilst inexhaustibly digging for those indispensably luminescent coins of glittering gold, At times that of an inscrutably dancing pen and impeccably triumphant paper; whilst fervently penning down eternally burgeoning lines of Omnipotent poetry, At times that of the intriguingly electric brain and sensuously magical eyes; whilst unstoppably fantasizing beyond the aisles of victoriously ebullient desire, At times that of a ubiquitously nourishing mother and uninhibitedly expressing child; whilst flagrantly hurt from countless pernicious elements of the atmosphere, At times that of a prudently guiding father and impudently argumentative son; whilst making the most poignantly sensitive decisions of vibrant life, At times that of a blissfully snoring master and inevitably persevering slave; whilst the demands of unceasingly strenuous life; demanded commensurate portions of rest and ardent activity, At times that of insuperably redolent blood and ecstatically blessed veins; whilst being immortally bonded into the most invaluably unshakable religion of humanity, At times that of the eclectically sculptured masculine

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh palm and inexplicably intrepid destiny lines; whilst handsomely rising up to even the most intangible challenge posed by enchanting life, At times that of a compassionately invincible nest and wholeheartedly sprawling tree; whilst jubilantly trying to safeguard diminutively innocent infants; from every precariously stabbing element of life, At times that of an indomitably towering edifice and impregnably unflinching foundation; whilst trying to timelessly maintain the most peerlessly undefeated equilibrium of existence, At times that of frostily effervescent milk and royal toppings of enamoring cream; whilst passionately trying to savor even the most imperceptibly seductive flavor of survival, At times that of an immortally passionate heart and unassailably throbbing beats; whilst freshly falling into the gorges of everlastingly epitomizing love, And at times that of a stupendously virile husband and ravishingly potent wife; whilst invincibly wrapped in conjugal rhapsody in the fronds of the naked mattress; and making fearlessly untamed love….

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WILL YOU STILL ACCEPT ME AS YOUR HUSBAND ??? Does only going to the corporate office from an exact 9 in the morning to 9 in the bewitching night; prove that a man is indeed an infallibly true husband to his jubilantly vivacious wife? Does only possessing a perfectly sculptured masculine and virile body; prove that a man is indeed an unconquerably blessed husband to his euphorically tantalizing wife? Does only earning infinite bundles of quintessential currency note every month; prove that a man is indeed an inimitably worthy husband to his pristinely effulgent wife? Does only attending the world’s premium cocktail parties and conferences; prove that a man is indeed a pricelessly undefeatable husband to his wondrously enthralling wife? Does only draping each conceivable pore of the skin with the most opulent fabric; pearls; and ties available in the world; prove that a man is indeed a stupendously enamoring husband to his beautifully effervescent wife? Does only attracting gargantuan hordes of crowds towards with the mere essence of a celebrity personality; prove that a man is indeed a deservedly smart husband to his insuperably redolent wife? Does only unceasingly perpetuating the atmosphere with the scent of majestic cigar smoke and kingly wine; prove that a man is indeed a effulgently princely husband to his poignantly intricate wife? Does only having an inimitably infallible signature proudly embossed on every existing check; prove that a man is indeed a regally eclectic husband to his triumphantly gyrating wife? Does only conversing at an unbelievably adroit nineteen to the dozen in the most enviably impregnable British accent; prove that a man is indeed an amazingly fulfilling husband to his unimpeachably contemporary wife? Does only exuding into a billion globules of perseveringly golden sweat every day; prove that a man is indeed an earnestly hard working husband to his piquantly boisterous wife? Does only possessing supernaturally miraculous qualities of being able to fly bare-chested in freezing air; prove that a man is indeed a truly devoted husband to his eternally replenishing wife?

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh Does only possessing an unparalleled sense of humor wherein even the most deliriously suicidal metamorphosed into smiling saints; prove that a man is indeed a proficiently versatile husband to his robustly exhilarating wife? Does only having a magically unwavering baritone that spell bound millions in minute seconds; prove that a man is indeed a bountifully ardent husband to his unfathomably sensuous wife? Does only writing countless lines of “Nobel Prize Winning” literature on Immortal Love; prove that a man is indeed an uniquely pioneering husband to his unconventionally Samaritan wife? Does only endlessly winning over every territory of the boundless earth; prove that a man is indeed a fervently unassailable husband to his magnetically enthralling wife? Does only being inundated with infinite hair and glistening muscle on the chest; prove that a man is indeed an astonishingly audacious husband to his gregariously pretty wife? Does only being an unequivocally svelte emperor on the world stage of unprecedented power; prove that a man is indeed a wondrously iridescent husband to his gorgeously supple wife? Does only indefatigably gallivanting in the most scintillating of “Rolls Royce” and “Mercedes”; prove that a man is indeed an unmatched dream husband to his unfathomably vanity wife? Does only astoundingly sketching the persona of any organism on the unceasing Universe merely by fantasizing about the same; prove that a man is indeed a jubilantly embracing husband to his charmingly benign wife? And if didn’t posses even a single quality amongst the several spell bindingly enriching ones as listed above; although each beat of my immortally throbbing heart loves you like noone else could on this tirelessly proliferating planet; will you still accept me as your husband; O! darling wife???

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LETS FOREVER STAY; SOLELY AND ONLY AS IMMORTAL LOVERS….

Marriages. Mostly lead to a battalion of unceremoniously shameful expletives; hurled at each other in the very broadest of daylight; and with the sane world outside laughably watching, Marriages. Mostly lead to severe difference of opinions; which many a times perpetuates the most sadistically gory bloodbath; profusely soaked in the savage devil’s voice, Marriages. Mostly lead to an infinite reproachful frustrations; with either partner unrelentingly tossing and turning in insatiably blood-curling malice; whilst the other slept celestially all throughout the royal night, Marriages. Mostly lead to unsurpassably unbearable exhaustion; with either partner working unrelentingly and round the clock; to prove it to each other; as to how earnest they were in the process of sustaining indispensable life, Marriages. Mostly lead to unfoundedly abashing fear; with either partner deplorably crouching down in deteriorating submission; to the other’s chauvinistically venomous ways and commands, Marriages. Mostly lead to unwontedly suicidal situations; with either partner many a times; found at the ultimate crumbling tip of the gigantically steep mountain; or with an inexhaustible barrel of poison in his hands, Marriages. Mostly lead to wretchedly lambasting mental trauma; as both partners incessantly kept on pinpointing at the congenital weaknesses of the other; without the tiniest of ostensible reason or rhyme, Marriages. Mostly lead to uncouthly tormenting blackness; as each beam of blazing optimism was brutally and iteratively crucified; as each partner irascibly dug up the obliviously sinful past; as the ultimate panacea to mollify the soul, Marriages. Mostly lead to the diabolically vindictive coffins of squelching hell; as either partner so maliciously inflicted the same upon their destinies; executing infinite devilishly cursed acts in the tenure of their destined lifetime, Marriages. Mostly lead to cannibalistically demented war; with each partner surreptitiously harboring the deadliest lethal contraptions of battle; to proclaim the commencement of disastrously consequential fierceness, Marriages. Mostly lead to that preposterously meaningless court of justice; where the deliverance of an impartial verdict is impossible; as each partner equally shouted till eternity of the torture meted out to him; by the other, Marriages. Mostly lead to the graveyards of satanically whipping emptiness; as each partner unstoppably surged forward to pursue his/her own goals; whilst miserably floundering to culminate into a heaven of compassionately united love, Marriages. Mostly lead to perennially sacrilegious hatred; as either partner was pathetically unable to meet upto the expectations of the other; puking abhorrence as the sole vent to express unfinished desire, Marriages. Mostly lead to flagrantly biased accusations; as either partner pugnaciously blamed the other; for not being able to parent a child; or a boundless other trivially inexplicable issues; of the kind, Marriages. Mostly lead to hideously cadaverous prison; as either partner inevitably truculently faces the cold-blooded gallows of condemnation; for ruthlessly asphyxiating the other from his/her life,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh Marriages. Mostly lead to intolerably criminal isolation; with either partner hail and heartily present at centimeters from each other; but yet preferring to wantonly stare into open space for hours immemorial; rather than amiably talk, Marriages. Mostly lead to ignominiously incarcerating slavery; with either partner having to stoop down to the most inhumanitarian limits; and dementedly lick each ounce of grime on cold ground; to bring a smile of utter dictatorship to the other, Marriages. Mostly lead to salaciously malevolent betrayal; as either partner at some or other stage in his/her life; gleefully absconded with the partner of his/her choice; overwhelmingly fed-up with the robotically dictatorial relationship, So sweetheart!. Lets forever discover even the most inconspicuous aspects of our personalities with unabashedly endless fervor. Lets forever unite our priceless souls in the bonds of compassionate love; liberating it for all responsibilities. Lets forever stay; solely and only as the most Immortally embracing of lovers….

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LOVE STORIES ARE IMMORTAL Love stories are immortal; but what makes them irrefutably succeed; is the art of uninhibitedly poignant sharing; devoting every element of your destined life; to the custody of your immaculate partner, Love stories are immortal; but what makes them irrefutably succeed; is the wave of stupendously supreme faith; a perpetual trust in the character of your impeccable partner, Love stories are immortal; but what makes them irrefutably succeed; is a tornado of tumultuous newness unleashing every instant; flooding the soul with boundless colors of vibrant spice, Love stories are immortal; but what makes them irrefutably succeed; is the idol of impregnable belief; an unimaginably everlasting trust in your partners ability to emerge ebulliently triumphant; in every path of fabulously enamoring life, Love stories are immortal; but what makes them irrefutably succeed; are winds of immaculately robust nostalgia; perpetuating both partners to float in the aisles of innocent desire; and forever be exuberantly alive, Love stories are immortal; but what makes them irrefutably succeed; are mountains of astronomically vivacious courage; defending the sacrosanct essence of mesmerizing relationship; for centuries immemorial, Love stories are immortal; but what makes them irrefutably succeed; are rays of unassailably optimistic hope; overshadowing all those penuriously devastating moments in life; with the light of enchanting happiness, Love stories are immortal; but what makes them irrefutably succeed; are intermittently transient beams of mischievous flirtation; reinvigorating your relationship with the astounding colors of piquant existence, Love stories are immortal; but what makes them irrefutably succeed; are pillars of mutually synergistic support; which harmoniously weave the stupendously supreme fabric of oligarchic romance, Love stories are immortal; but what makes them irrefutably succeed; is the spirit of escalating belonging; which makes both partners feel forever young and boisterously gyrating to embrace radiantly handsome survival, Love stories are immortal; but what makes them

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh irrefutably succeed; are fathomless milestones of insurmountably tingling newness; incinerating each pore of your abominably frazzled body; with unfathomably celestial melody, Love stories are immortal; but what makes them irrefutably succeed; are the fruits of eternally flamboyant caring; deluging each ingredient of scarlet blood; with the panacea to survive against the most treacherously acrimonious of times, Love stories are immortal; but what makes them irrefutably succeed; are clouds of tantalizingly voluptuous craving; which make both partners wholesomely oblivious to the lecherously manipulative vagaries; of this manipulatively blood sucking society, Love stories are immortal; but what makes them irrefutably succeed; but what makes them irrefutably succeed; is the sky of incomprehensible possession; which impregnably bonds both partners; in threads of amicably symbiotic brotherhood, Love stories are immortal; but what makes them irrefutably succeed; is the unequivocal shelter of bountiful compassion; sequestering both partners; in an inexorable fortress of everlasting solidarity, Love stories are immortal; but what makes them irrefutably succeed; is the flower of eternally fragrant humanity; invincibly ensuring that both partners benevolently embraced all their immaculate counterparts; irrespective of caste; creed and religion; alike, Love stories are immortal; but what makes them irrefutably succeed; is the cradle of divinely romance; transpiring both partners to bond with realms of sacrosanct heaven; for centuries immemorial, Love stories are immortal; but what makes them irrefutably succeed; is the fabric of unsurpassably heavenly empathy; which indefatigably coalesces both partners; in threads of rhapsodically contented symbiosis, Love stories are immortal; but what makes them irrefutably succeed; is the resplendent fountain of forgiveness; uplifting the honest conscience to entirely melange with Omniscient Godhead, And love stories are immortal; but what makes them irrefutably succeed; is the ocean of ardently never ending heartbeats; spawning infinite new lives of perpetual yearning at every step; altruistically ensuring that God’s most revered entrenchment of creation; forever and unconquerably stayed alive….

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THE GARLAND OF IMMORTAL LOVE

Not the slightest of apprehensions at all; basking in a land of gloriously flamboyant sunlight and wonderfully tantalizing imagery, Not the slightest of cynicism at all; unequivocally marching forward in the melodiously blissful triumph of unfettered success, Not the slightest of tears at all; smiling wholeheartedly as each instant of life unveiled; whether in acrimoniously menacing storm; or whether in blissful valleys with grandiloquent moonshine bountifully pelting down, Not the slightest of lechery at all; with every cloud of horrifically augmenting despair; automatically metamorphosing into a fountain of perennially blooming happiness, Not the slightest of defeat at all; with unparalleled victory kissing you at every step you alighted; invincibly paving its way toward an unconquerable tomorrow; centuries immemorial, Not the slightest of manipulation at all; uninhibitedly bouncing in a world of eternally cascading richness; and tranquilly resplendent calm, Not the slightest of desperation at all; perpetually relishing the unfathomably gorgeous reservoir; of natures magnificent sparkle; compassionately dancing with the impeccably descending fairies, Not the slightest of shame at all; congenially embracing and bonding with all religions; caste; creed on this planet; alike, Not the slightest of hesitation at all; plunging like a majestically silken fairy; into an unsurpassably mystical valley; of endlessly exhilarating adventure, Not the slightest of fanaticism at all; ubiquitously disseminating the immortal essence of peace and harmonious love; to the most remotest corner of this enthrallingly fathomless Universe, Not the slightest of debilitation at all; with all Herculean power on this boundlessly Omnipotent planet; becoming your integral strength to face even the most mightiest of inexplicable disaster, Not the slightest of disease at all; indefatigably sprouting into a paradise of mesmerizing fantasy; and voluptuously seductive charm, Not the slightest of nervousness at all; audaciously catapulting to the absolute zenith of prosperity; walking shoulder to shoulder with the winds of courage; fortitude and scintillating bravado,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh Not the slightest of fracas at all; celestially flowering into the most stupendously divine world of overwhelming calm, Not the slightest of dullness at all; unrelentingly spawning into a curtainspread of vibrantly vivacious perception; an insurmountably magical festoon of royal boisterousness, Not the slightest of morbidity at all; perennially proliferating into a sky of everlasting youth as time thunderously unleashed; irrevocably ensuring that the sacrosanct essence of life; never had a chance to end, Not the slightest of dumbness at all; relentlessly humming the most marvelously enlightening tunes on this colossal globe; evolving into heavenly rays of freedom and unprecedented optimism, Not the slightest of hopelessness at all; forever gushing with the incomprehensibly untamed ebullience of existence; bestowing the winds of peace and priceless humanity; upon one and all, And Not the slightest of discrimination at all; incarcerating every organism with a passionately throbbing heart; in the fabulously impregnable ocean of enigma and romantic passion, Such was the garland of immortal love; which was the very reason that you were breathing alive today; and would continue to exist as the most blessed for countless more births to come; everytime the Creator waved his little finger for you to be born once again…

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AS MUCH AS I LOVED HER As much as I loved her lips beyond anything else on this mesmerizing Universe; profoundly enthralled by the voluptuous sheen that encapsulated their royal periphery, I incessantly prayed to the Almighty Lord to bless them with the tenacity to survive against inexplicable gloom; which I knew was an inevitable impediment at some stage or the other; of everybody’s vibrantly synergistic life…. As much as I loved her eyes beyond anything else on this boundlessly beautiful Universe; relentlessly staring into their impeccable whites; as she traversed like a fairy in my barren garden of nothingness, I indefatigably prayed to the Almighty Lord to bless them with the fortitude to survive against devastatingly crippling tears; which I knew were an inevitable hindrance at some stage or the other; of everybody’s rhapsodically blooming life… As much as I loved her hair beyond anything else on this sparklingly colossal Universe; intransigently drowning in their fabulous glory for times immemorial, I irrevocably prayed to the Almighty Lord to bless them with the resilience to survive against ludicrously withering whiteness; which I knew was an inevitable decay; at some stage or the other; of everybody’s bountifully charismatic life…. As much as I loved her voice beyond anything else on this majestic Universe; profusely blending each step of my impoverished existence with the stupendous magic of her heavenly tunes, I unfathomably prayed to the Almighty Lord to bless it with the solidarity to survive against ridiculously wavering cacophony; which I knew was an inevitable obstacle at some stage or the other; of everybody’s ecstatically vivacious life…. As much as I loved her cheeks beyond anything else on this gregariously wonderful Universe; compassionately kissing them under the pearly mysticism of milky moon; till times beyond veritable eternity, I tirelessly prayed to the Almighty Lord to bless them with the courage to survive against obnoxiously abominable wrinkles; which I knew were an inevitable barricade at some stage or the other; or everybody’s enchantingly blissful life…. As much as I loved her ears beyond anything else on this wonderfully ravishing Universe; suckling heavenly peace from their pricelessly dangling lobes, I perpetually prayed to the Almighty Lord to bless them with the conviction to survive against mockingly

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh turbid deafness; which I knew was an inevitable hurdle at some stage or the other; in everybody’s euphorically galloping life…. As much as I loved her stomach beyond anything else on this congenially symbiotic Universe; being captivated in a tantalizing entrenchment of seductive thrill each time she nimbly swished her divinely countenance, I perennially prayed to the Almighty Lord to bless it with the ardor to survive against unprecedented pangs of hunger; which I knew was an inevitable blockade at some stage or the other; in everybody’s celestially blessed life…. As much as I loved her feet beyond anything else on this unsurpassably enigmatic Universe; passionately kissing every mark that they left on bedraggled bits of soil, I forever prayed to the Almighty Lord to bless them with the fervor to survive against acrimoniously ghastly thorns; which I knew were an inevitable criminal at some stage or the other; in everybody’s sacredly contented life… As much as I loved her shadow beyond anything else on this fathomlessly mystical Universe; basking in the inscrutably delectable enigma of her gorgeously alluring reflection, I incorrigibly prayed to the Almighty Lord to bless it with the resolution to survive against ethereally surreptitious extinction; which I knew was an inevitable culprit at some stage or the other; in everybody’s wonderfully sprouting life…. And as much as I loved her breath beyond anything else on this gigantically poignant Universe; taking birth a countless more times with the incomprehensibly unparalleled life that she exhaled, I constantly prayed to the Almighty Lord to bless it with the realization to survive against diabolically sinister death; which I knew was an inevitable end at some stage or the other; in everybody’s ubiquitously redolent life….

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THE MOST BLESSED Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single jewel in this entire lifetime of mine; I would still consider myself the most blessed man on earth, Because I had her immortally priceless love incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she incessantly led me through a trail of unrelenting fantasy and insurmountable yearning; making me blossom into profoundly enamoring newness with the profuse captivation in her enamoring lips… Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single moment of happiness in this entire lifetime of mine; I would still consider myself the most blessed man on earth, Because I had her immortally priceless love incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she compassionately stared at me till times beyond conceivable eternity….. Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single cloth in this entire lifetime of mine; I would still consider myself the most blessed man on earth, Because I had her immortally priceless love incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she cast her invincible magic through each element of my impoverished blood and diminishing senses…. Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single roof to survive in this entire lifetime of mine; I would still consider myself the most blessed man on earth, Because I had her immortally priceless love incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she enigmatically teased me into a land more majestic than bountifully resplendent paradise…. Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single space to enjoy in this entire lifetime of mine; I would still consider myself the most blessed man on earth, Because I had her immortally priceless love incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she titillated me indefatigably; to ebulliently arouse me out of my ghastly corpse; every time I tried to sleep; in the heart of pernicious midnight…. Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single talent in this entire lifetime of mine; I would still consider myself the most blessed man on earth, Because I had her immortally priceless love incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she pacified all my murderously hedonistic apprehensions; with the ingratiating melody in her voice… Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single fantasy in

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh this entire lifetime of mine; I would still consider myself the most blessed man on earth, Because I had her immortally priceless love incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she instilled the virtue of uninhibited sharing and brotherhood; in each ingredient of my severely decayed blood…. Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single adventure in this entire lifetime of mine; I would still consider myself the most blessed man on earth, Because I had her immortally priceless love incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she made me perceive the most voluptuously ravishing sights on this fathomless planet; with the impeccable softness embedded in her marvelous eyes…. And even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single droplet of water; a single morsel of food in this entire lifetime of mine; I would still consider myself the most blessed man on earth, Because I had her immortally priceless love incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she danced like a celestial fairy to grant me a countless more lives; enshrouding my diminutively bedraggled existence with the Omnipotent light of humanity; a mellow greater than the handsomely divine….

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YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE My life was a languid lake of nothingness; evaporating at tumultuous speeds at each second unleashed itself into a wholesome minute, Your were the only one to step in it; ignite cloudbursts of insatiably untamed desire; as you sighted it with the Omnipotent fire in your heavenly eyes…. My life was a wisp of extinguishing smoke; subsiding to worthless nothingness even before the most insipid of flames could arise, You were the only one to step in it; metamorphose its dreary complexion to a land above paradise; as you caressed it with your majestically divine feet…. My life was a bedraggled cloth; disdainfully tattered at umpteenth number of places; and the ungainly holes augmenting horrendously on each impoverished step that I tread, You were the only one to step in it; add boundless glittering stars to its miserably grotesque demeanor; with the tantalizing cadence in your stupendous voice…. My life was a stinking gutter; with the savagely uncouth world stuffing its surplus dirt in my devastated belly; each time it passed by, You were the only one to step in it; transform it into an everlasting ocean of uninhibited passion; with the unfathomable poignancy in your crimson blood…. My life was a pathetically squelched flower; with beasts indiscriminately trampling over it; to eventually make it blend with infinitesimal specks of morbid dust, You were the only one to step in it; enshroud it with a perpetual fragrance of humanity from all sides; with the ravishing melody in your magnanimously enchanting stride…. My life was an ultimate disaster; stubbornly staggering to coalesce with inexplicable pain every instant; even before I could alight a single foot, You were the only one to step in it; evolve it into a fountain of blossoming rhapsody and tangy happiness; with your benevolently charming smile; that escalated above the starry skies…. My life was a treacherously sinister wave; indefatigably shattering against the rocks of horrific despair; even before it could culminate into the

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh minutest of ecstatic froth, You were the only one to step in it; impregnate its sordidly fading contours with unrelenting enigma; as you bounced perennially in a garden seductive excitement; compassionately embracing the winds of newness… My life was an infertile battalion of seeds; ludicrously stagnating and stifling to a remorseful death; beneath the soil of worthlessly manipulative malice, You were the only one to step in it; engendering it to bear the most unsurpassable repertoire of fruit on this boundless Universe; as you weaved a trail of irrefutable truth and sharing; across its haggardly crumbling swirl…. And my life was a scorching desert withering towards veritable extinction; as the Sun blazed a trifle extra in the sweltering afternoon skies, You were the only one to step in it; enlighten it immortally with love; feeling; a spirit to unflinchingly survive; with your gloriously relentless heartbeats forever bonding with mine….

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I WOULD STILL CONTINUE TO LOVE HER Even if you massacred both my eyes; gruesomely blinding me for the remainder of my pathetically devastated life, I would still continue to love her immortally with my ears; ensuring that the tiniest insinuation of danger stayed countless miles away from her overwhelmingly mesmerizing countenance…. Even if you assassinated both my ears; diabolically slashing my dangling lobes apart into a ludicrously pulverized curry of sinister flesh and bone, I would still continue to love her immortally with my cheeks; compassionately grazing across her divinely forehead; witnessing her bloom in a corridor of perpetual ecstasy for times immemorial… Even if you bombarded both my cheeks; exonerating their profusely rubicund cheer into disastrously barbaric sadness, I would still continue to love her immortally with my nostrils; instilling fireballs of unsurpassable passion in every breath of hers; that she magnetically exhaled…. Even if you barbarically stabbed both my nostrils; satanically decimating them to infinitesimal specks of languid ash, I would still continue to love her immortally with my lips; becoming the majestic smile that besieged her perennially; in times of gloom as well as unprecedentedly untamed happiness…. Even if you devilishly thrashed both my lips with chains of acrimonious hatred; transformed their complexion into a ghastly fountain of invidiously fulminating blood, I would still continue to love her immortally with my shoulders; carrying her to the most invincible places of safety; to the ultimate paradise of her royal choice…. Even if you annihilated both my shoulders; extinguishing them gorily with ferocious strokes of the savagely scintillating sword, I would still continue to love her immortally with my palms; uninhibitedly bestowing each element of my prosperous destiny upon her; marvelously embellished and sacrosanct life… Even if you mercilessly chopped both my palms; transposing their conglomerate of flesh and bone with the inner most recesses of the remorsefully morbid grave, I would still continue to love her immortally with my

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh legs; galloping at a velocity faster than white lightening in the sky; to grant her the most insatiable euphoria of her magnanimously blessed life…. Even if you crippled both my legs; uncouthly squashing the most intricate of their nerves with hideously monstrous tyres of the speeding truck, I would still continue to love her immortally with my shadows; mystically enshrouding every cranny of her seductively tantalizing existence…. And even if you blended the unfathomably deplorable island of hell with both my shadows; murderously extricating every bit of their stupendous charisma and grace, I would still continue to love her immortally with my heart; soul and conscience; which try as much you could; you wouldn’t be able to ever conquer; as they proliferated indefatigably even after this planet had ceased to exist; poignantly bonded with the OMNIPOTENCE OF HER LOVE…..

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CLINGING TO MY BELOVED When I clung to the body of the preposterously huge shark; it made sure within the next few seconds; that I would never be able to cling on any tangible or intangible surface; once again, When I clung to the body of the satanically serrated crocodile; the beast relished this as the chance of its life; pulverizing me to nascent mincemeat; before he had time to wink his large eyes, When I clung to the body of the pompously inflated gas balloon; the plastic snapped deliberately some thousand feet above the ground; leaving me literally counting my every breath; before I eventually disintegrated to minuscule pieces with the stones, When I clung to the body of seductively silvery snake; the monster savagely hissed all tales of his private life into my intricate ears; before venomously sealing the tale of my impoverished existence, When I clung to the body of the diabolical dinosaur; it gazed at me contemptuously like a grizzly haired lizard; the finally christened me a worthless mosquito; before stamping the last breath out of my shivering chest; with his gigantic feet, When I clung to the body of the tumultuously enraged bull; it nastily stared at my uncontrollably trembling countenance for a few instants; before goring insidiously treacherous holes in each part of my skin, When I clung to the body of the crazily dancing tarantula; it supremely enjoyed spinning a web all across every part of my body; before injecting its pernicious venom deep down my slavering throat, When I clung to the body of the drearily exhausted traveler; he hurled me into the gory well without any second thoughts; commanding me to fetch him his inevitably golden pail of water; from amidst hostile fish; century old tortoise and slimy frog, When I clung to the body of the fulminating volcano; the maelstrom tossed me like a piece of infinitesimally meaningless cake; before charring me to threadbare bits of miserly white ash, When I clung to the body of the voluptuously tantalizing seductress; she extracted all the happiness she could from my clattering skeleton; before dumping me amidst invidiously wandering ghosts in the morbid graveyard, When I clung to the body of the ludicrously guffawing clown; he first and foremost tossed me like elastic candy to appease his famished spectators; and then made me laugh out my entire breath out of my lungs; tickling me voraciously with his sleazy wand, When I clung to the body of the ravishingly slippery

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh creeper; I dozed harmoniously under the milky moon for a few minutes; before I eventually realized that devilish leeches hovering around; had consumed the last drop of my blood and flesh, When I clung to the body of the spell binding magician; he ardently stared at me for marathon hours; before metamorphosing my rubicund demeanor into a burnt matchstick; which he then proudly flung into his cheering crowd, When I clung to the body of the lethally black scorpion; it frantically wandered all over my skin; before finally deciding to vindictively stab me; right in the center of my eye, When I clung to the body of the Herculean boxer; he suspended me at perilous inches from the ceiling; using the frigidly curled intestines of my stomach; as his ultimate boxing bag, When I clung to the body of the indiscriminately conquering devil; he made it irrefutably sure; that I resided in the island of penalizing hell; in every birth I got a chance to be born, When I clung to the body of the incongruously unruly butcher; he held me upside down seizing my writhing feet; massacring the hair on my scalp; before masticating me to pungently delicious and high calorie meat, When I clung to the body of the body of the betraying solider; he threw me as a titillating bait for his hedonistically marching enemy; then rested in celestial harmony; as they bombarded me to absolution with their; incomprehensible flurry of tanks and grenades, And finally when I clung to the body of my sacrosanct beloved; it was here that I was reborn once again; for countless more times than I had lost life previously; immortally bonding with the passionate heat of her heart; mind and soul; to blissfully change the complexion of commercially strangled human kind….

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ONCE AGAIN After witnessing your ravishingly enamoring eyes; I felt as if as bountiful feathers of beauty had descended upon this impoverished planet; once again; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your fabulously congenial lips; I felt as if the drearily dilapidated winds had suddenly commenced to vivaciously sing; once again; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your tantalizingly delectable belly; I felt as if stars in the sky had profoundly enlightened every cranny of this ludicrously gloomy planet; once again; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your immaculately golden cheeks; I felt as if the withering summits had ebulliently escalated well above the corridors of azure sky; once again; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your voluptuously bushy eyebrows; I felt as if the monotonously bedraggled Universe had embraced the aisles of uninhibited freedom; once again; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your ingratiatingly mesmerizing voice; I felt as if the blanket of manipulatively bizarre apprehensions had metamorphosed into an enchanting paradise; once again; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your immaculately compassionate palms; I felt as if streams of tingling melody cascaded through the agonizingly scorching sands; once again; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your stupendously brazen hair; I felt as if the unfathomable battalion of sullen peacocks; danced the best dance of their lives; once again; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your profusely inscrutable shadow; I felt as if each ray of the majestic Sun scintillated in magnificent brilliance; once again; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your marvelously ecstatic earlobes; I felt as if milky moonlight seductively chased all beauty on this fathomless earth; once again; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your gloriously gyrating belly; I felt as if angels had plummeted down from the cosmos to frolic; once again; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your unbelievably inebriating redolence; I felt as if the lackadaisical evening blazed through the corridors of untamed exhilaration; once again; after centuries immemorial,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh After witnessing your intriguingly sprouting nostrils; I felt as if every treacherously tyrannized stone on this earth had metamorphosed into celestial life; once again; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your incredulously glistening fingers; I felt as if a carpet of astounding enthrallment had settled miraculously on every dwelling besieged with inexplicable pain; once again; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your supremely divinely sound; I felt as if all those tottering pathetically towards the tunnels of abominable extinction had got a reason to live; once again; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your majestically poignant feet; I felt as if a fantastically euphoric garden of roses had spawned on every desolately capricious path; once again; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your astonishingly sparkling perspiration; I felt as if the clouds of prosperity had caressed the globe’s feet; once again; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your passionately diffusing breath; I felt as if the perpetual essence of peace and unity had ubiquitously disseminated to every quarter of the staggering planet; once again; after centuries immemorial, And after witnessing your immortally beating heart; I felt as if every invidiously sinister anecdote of uncouth betrayal had transformed into the chapter of eternal love; love and only love; once again; after centuries immemorial…

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ALIVE AS A GHOST Even though I was in the heart of a crucial business meeting; I still couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except her immaculately ravishing eyes; the glow that immortalized their stupendous glory; beyond the corridors of eternity, Even though I was in the center of the acrimonious battlefield; with arrows and bullets venomously ricocheting from all sides; I still couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except her voluptuously smiling lips, Even though I was eating my meal after a thousand days; desperately trying to rejuvenate my drearily dried intestines; I still couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except her celestially tinkling and inscrutable feet, Even though I was trespassing over a dungeon of hideously lethal reptiles; I still couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except the compassionate warmth which diffused poignantly from her philanthropic palms, Even though I was being brutally thrashed with barbaric glass; each pore of my skin bleeding towards submission; I still couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except her tantalizingly slender neck; which made me insatiably wild, Even though I was thrown uncouthly from the aircraft; without a parachute strapped on my back; I still couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except her charismatically alluring eyelashes, Even though I was given poison to drink; with each iota of the diabolical liquid treacherously forced into my tiny throat; I still couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except the insurmountable titillation of her majestic belly, Even though I was scorching miserably; orphaned till times beyond infinity in the midst of the heinously sweltering desert; I still couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except her mystically enchanting and incredulously enthralling shadow, Even though I had a few seconds left before being pulverized by the satanic dinosaur; as his preposterously pernicious form closed upon my chest; I still couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except her voluptuously rubicund cheeks, Even though I was tossed like a matchstick in the sky; after a deadly juggernaut of trucks collided head on with my ribs; I still couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except her magnanimously benevolent stride, Even though I was indiscriminately tyrannized as a

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh slave; lecherously forced to lick the saliva of my master as he vomited pools of it with every sneeze; I still couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except her ingratiatingly melodious voice, Even though I was ripped apart into a countless halves by the savagely speeding tornado; I still couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except her tumultuously rhapsodic freedom; the supreme enchantment in her eyes, Even though I was whipped with waves of despicable desolation; with all the richness of this planet kicking me like a piece of adulterated shit; I still couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except her vivaciously bouncing hair, Even though I was gruesomely burnt alive; with the conventionally murderous society hurling every ounce of petrol in their dwellings upon my impoverished form; I still couldn’t fantasize about anything else except her unbelievably rosy and delectable tongue; the gorgeous cadence that wafted from her voice, Even though I was sinking to the bottom of the gargantuan ocean; with a fleet of rebellious shark darting at whisker lengths from my body; I still couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except her seductively charming adams apple, Even though I was being absorbed by the island of flagrantly devastating hell; I still couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except her exquisitely embellished and artistic fingers, Even though I was being ruthlessly asphyxiated with threadbare rope; a horde of criminals trying their best to slit every portion of my throat; I still couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except her astoundingly dangling and surreally fantastic earlobes, Even though I was staggering on each path of life; licking dust even before I could alight a single foot of mine; I still couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except the tumultuously fiery breath that cascaded beautifully from your nostrils, And even though I had died centuries ago; without a single trace of me or my rudiments now to be found on this boundlessly majestic Universe; I still couldn’t fantasize about anything else except her passionately immortal heartbeats; her immortal love that had kept me ebullient and alive; even as an insipid ghost…

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DEFINITELY NOT ONE OF THOSE I might be just a minuscule speck of dust loitering aimlessly under the fathomless belt of sky; shivering inexplicably every now and again, But I was definitely not one of those; who got devoured pathetically with the tiniest draught of electric wind…. I might be just a grizzly haired rat; poking my nose pertinently at every smudge of cheese; playing hide and seek with my scornful master; every now and again, But I was definitely not one of those; who got ruthlessly got trapped within the diabolical mousetrap; surreptitiously laid at every corner to besiege me… I might be just a cube of insipidly frigid ice; cold-bloodedly reacting to all the tumultuous heat enshrouding me; every now and again, But I was definitely not one of those; who melted into horrendously tame submission; as the Sun shone a trifle more than it usual self…. I might be just an obdurately infinitesimal stone; uncouthly bereft of the slightest of emotion; gruesomely stumbling in life; every now and again, But I was definitely not one of those; who got satanically kicked beyond the realms of obsolete oblivion; even before the infant could raise its nimble foot…. I might be just a diminutively stray droplet of water; reflecting the profound staleness in the lecherously corrupt atmosphere; every now and again, But I was definitely not one of those; who got evaporated into baseless wisps of ridiculous nothingness; as the season of sweltering summer; overtook the cold winds in the sky…. I might be just a rotten fruit; swishing capriciously with the viciously swirling breeze; every now and again, But I was definitely not one of those; who got devilishly pulverized; even as the giant transgressed boundless kilometers away from my body…. I might be just an insurmountably torn cloth; dissipating into a countless fragments as people walked; every now and again, But I was definitely not one of those; who got ripped apart into tyrannical extinction; as the menacing pigs rampaged to appease their murderous gluttony… I might be just a tiny alphabet inscribed gently on shimmering sands; disgruntling my shape horrifically as the waves struck the shores; every now and again, But I was definitely not one of those; who blew past

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh the corridors of deplorably stinking hell; each time the dictator exhaled his light breath… And I might be just a profoundly devastated beat; vacillating between the tenterhooks of life and death; every now and again, But I was definitely not one of those; who got swiped in entirely from the trajectory of this planet; witnessing the girl of my dreams slip from my heart; to bond with the boy whom I considered an irascible pest…

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THE ONLY PANACEA There was medicine available to kill the hideously parasitic rats; savagely corrupting the robust pile of salubriously sparkling apples, But the only panacea to wholesomely decimate treacherous terrorism from its very non-existent roots; was immortally united harmony… There was medicine available to kill the ominously slithering reptile; trying to invidiously infiltrate its lethal fangs into delectable curtains of impeccable flesh, But the only panacea to wholesomely massacre the web of ghastly lies from every quarter of this planet; was unflinchingly irrefutable truth…. There was medicine available to kill the flurry of obnoxious termites; disdainfully crawling upon immaculately shimmering wood, But the only panacea to wholesomely annihilate malicious prejudice from insidiously dilapidated hearts; was the ocean of perennially uninhibited sharing…. There was medicine available to kill the mountain of devastating ants; capitalizing on every opportunity to pertinently suck and feast on gloriously radiant blood, But the only panacea to wholesomely assassinate monotonous manipulation from the lecherous society; was the unfathomable fortress of compassionate belonging…. There was medicine available to kill insanely mad dogs on the road; diffusing the deadly germs of rabies in every innocent pedestrian wandering around, But the only panacea to wholesomely scrap barbaric bloodshed and indiscriminate racializm; was the irrefutably everlasting religion of humanity… There was medicine available to kill miserably pathetic dysentery; metamorphose overwhelmingly drained bodies into one with sparkling charm and astounding charisma, But the only panacea available to wholesomely slaughter senselessly orphaned greed; was the ointment of perpetually wholehearted and unequivocal acceptance…. There was medicine available to kill the savagely diabolical vultures; perniciously trying to pluck out immaculately glistening eyes,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh But the only panacea available to wholesomely destroy traitors from the complexion of soil; was the intrepidly flamboyant spirit of eternal bravery…. There was medicine available to kill the abominably repelling cockroaches; loitering in countless numbers beside the sullen lavatory seat, But the only panacea to wholesomely swipe ungainly death forever from this colossal Universe; was vivaciously Omnipotent and sacred life… And there was medicine available to kill the irascibly hovering mosquito; infuriatingly disrupting celestially delightful snores of; ravishing nocturnal sleep, But the only panacea to wholesomely finish horrifically crippling betrayal from poisoned souls; was the cloudburst of impregnably IMMORTAL LOVE….

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THOSE WHO BREATHED IT Those who followed it; became the most blessedly bountiful entities on this fathomless planet; blending with the invincible fortress of perpetual harmony, Those who dreamt about it; became the most fabulously surreal winds on this wonderful planet; celestially leading each moment of their compassionate lives, Those who craved for it; became the most aspiring organisms on this mesmerizing planet; relentlessly marching forward to achieve above their defined targets in life, Those who respected it; became the most learned idols on this boundless planet; stupendously imbibing and executing the symbiotic laws of existence, Those who embraced it; became the most impregnably powerful lands on this astronomically extraordinary planet; defending the most treacherously mightiest battles with the tenacity in their souls, Those who admired it; became the most ardently fabulous artists on this unfathomably wonderful planet; capturing the incomprehensible beauty lingering around; on their immaculately Omnipotent canvas, Those who stared at it; became the most passionate philosophers on this magnificently enchanting planet; absorbing even the most infinitesimal iota of happiness lingering uninhibitedly in free space, Those who chased it; became the most exhilaratingly adventurous fountains on this charismatically magnetic planet; plunging into a valley of mysticism as each second wholesomely unveiled itself, Those who prayed for it; became the most Omnipotently proliferating organisms on this enigmatic planet; unitedly surging forward in the religion of humanity, Those who worshipped it; became the most majestic endowments on this royally blooming planet; manifesting each of their benevolent dreams into a perpetual reality, Those who saluted it; became the most bestowed organism on this insatiably gorgeous planet; transforming each instant of monotonously threadbare life into a sky diffusing resplendently opulently light, Those who caressed it; became the most sensually romantic whirlpools on this grandiloquently princely planet; unconquerably sizzling to infernos of untamed desire; as the night unleashed into dazzling day, Those who danced with it; became the most

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh rhapsodically perennial butterflies on this seductively colossal planet; soaring euphorically in the skies; till times beyond eternal eternity, Those who kissed it; became the most fantastically compassionate waterfalls on this tantalizing planet; disseminating the immortal essence of peace and love on every path they merrily philandered through, Those who preached it; became the most sagaciously learned on this marvelously robust planet; immortalizing the essence of benevolently philanthropic existence, Those who nostalgically reminisced it; became the most impeccable child on this wonderfully boundless planet; shrugging debilitating disease and disparaging dilapidation forever, Those who empathized with it; became the most profusely poignant pearls on this exotically enlightened planet; enshrouding each moment of life with bountifully ecstatic paradise, Those who breathed it; became the most voluptuously titillating whirlwind which never died; spawning countless of its kind; even as the earth outside interlocked in pugnaciously hostile war and malice, And even the greatest of God’s bowed down before it; instilling its goodness inevitably; in each organism that they splendidly created; for it was none other than LOVE; LOVE AND JUST IMMORTAL LOVE….

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PLACE ME IN HER IMMORTAL FEET I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether a dinosaur would brutally pulverize me; or whether the electric bolts of lightening would strike me head-on from the ominous sky, But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and blend with gruesomely pathetic cocoons of soil…. I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether a sword would rip me apart to infinite pieces; or whether the lion would swallow me without a single yawn, But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and settle down forever in the interiors of my abominably ghastly corpse… I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether a speeding truck would satanically crush my bones; or whether a dungeon of venomous snakes would stab each part of my eye, But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and coalesce with stinkingly grizzly walls of my murderous coffin… I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether an earthquake would devastate me to raw ash; or whether a forest of wild elephants would break each bone of my tender spine, But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and melange forever with horrendous worm and termite countless kilometers beneath soil…. I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether a battlefield of hostile vultures would pluck my heart out; or whether the roof would suddenly collapse on my skull; metamorphosing me into an inconspicuous fly, But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and bond with wisps of worthlessly non-existent oblivion… I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh a violently cataclysmic sea would drown me; or whether the horde of cold-blooded wolves would make a curry out of me; for their nocturnal delights, But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and forever sink into the trajectories of imprisoning nothingness… I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether a bullet would explode the most intricate arenas of my brain; or whether the ominously satanic witches would sacrifice me like white mice, But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and leave for my expedition of irrevocably ultimate disaster…. I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether a shock would treacherously electrocute each ingredient of my body and blood; or whether the mountain of lethal scorpions would pierce my innocuous flesh; like barbaric chicken fry, But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and disparagingly disappear without leaving; even a single trace of mine… And I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether the land of mesmerizing heaven sent its harbingers to take me; or whether uncouthly lecherous hell descended on every step that I tread by, But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator; to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and sleep like ghost in my grave; with no medicine able to open my dead eyes….

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JUST KEEP LOVING ME

Just keep looking at me till eternity; as you exactly did so innocently; when you witnessed my impoverished grace; the very first time you met me, Just keep embracing me till eternity; as you exactly did so passionately; when you brushed past my inexplicably shivering countenance; the very first time you met me, Just keep smiling at me till eternity; as you exactly did so impeccably; when you came face to face with the ardent contours of my face; the very first time you met me, Just keep blushing at me till eternity; as you exactly did so fervently, when you kissed me on my insatiably famished cheeks; the very first time you met me, Just keep holding my palms till eternity; as you exactly did so tenaciously; when you marched past compassionately across my penuriously wavering shadow; the very first time you met me, Just keep supporting me till eternity; as you exactly did so resiliently; when you perpetually united with my philanthropic cause to save mankind; the very first time you met me, Just keep staring at me till eternity; as you exactly did so incorrigibly; when you sighted my frantically groping visage; the very first time you met me, Just keep flirting with me till eternity; as you exactly did so magically; when you played hide and seek with my drifting shadow; the very first time you met me, Just keep titillating me till eternity; as you exactly did so ravishingly; when you teased each iota of my drearily devastated senses; the very first time you met me, Just keep inspiring me till eternity; as you exactly did so intransigently; when you focussed me relentlessly to achieve my benign missions of life; the very first time you met me, Just keep frolicking with me till eternity; as you exactly did so enchantingly; when you triggered the child in my soul to blossom beyond the skies; the very first time you met me, Just keep singing with me till eternity; as you exactly did so royally; when you wholesomely coalesced your sound with mine; the very first time you met me, Just keep fantasizing with me till eternity; as you exactly did so magnificently; when you instilled the dreams of tantalizing paradise in my bedraggled persona; the very first time you met me,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh Just keep caressing me till eternity; as you exactly did so voluptuously; incinerating infernos of untamed desire in each ingredient of my poignant blood; the very first time you met me, Just keep talking to me till eternity; as you exactly did so stupendously; impregnating meadows of unfathomably astronomical courage in my nervously fluttering heart; the very first time you met me, Just keep tickling me till eternity; as you exactly did so mischievously; when you made me erupt into whirlpools of uninhibited laughter; the very first time you met me, Just keep surging with me till eternity; as you exactly did so irrefutably; when you profusely melanged your mind; body and spirit with mine; the very first time you met me, Just keep breathing with me till eternity; as you exactly did so unconquerably; when you pledged to live and die with my diminutive form; the very first time you met me, And just keep loving me till eternity; as you exactly did so invincibly; when you immortally bonded each of your heartbeats with the tumultuously throbbing ones that were mine; the very first time you met me….

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THE ONLY MISSION The only mission that my hands were born for; was to defend your magnificently enchanting entity; from the most inconspicuous iota evil lingering around, The only mission that my legs were born for; was to transport you invincibly safe; to the most splendidly rejuvenating destination of your choice, The only mission that my eyes were born for; was to enshroud your life with brilliantly majestic sight; enlightening your every disparagingly gloomy path with profoundly optimistic light, The only mission that my tongue was born for; was to flood each aspect of your monotonously languid existence; with the sound of enamoringly melodious happiness, The only mission that my lips were born for; was to trigger an everlasting smile upon the impeccable contours of your face; kiss you till times beyond eternal infinity, The only mission that my teeth were born for; was to perspicaciously disentangle the thorns from the fruits you ate; pulverize all the gruesome impediments that came your way, The only mission that my shadow was born for; was to entrench your royal countenance from all sides; with incredulously fabulous enigma; and mystically tingling excitement, The only mission that my neck was born for; was to dexterously drift for you in an infinite directions; finding you the ultimate clouds of paradise; which you had perennially desired, The only mission that my fingers were born for; was to maneuver you like an invincible fortress even in the most treacherous of darkness; even in the most insidiously bizarre moments of life, The only mission that my ears were born for; was to indefatigably massacre those diabolical voices trying to ghastily perpetuate through your pristine surroundings; decimate even the most infinitesimal trace of obnoxious sound before it could arise, The only mission that my blood was born for; was to impregnate all those despairingly lackluster moments of your bedraggled life; with an insurmountably overpowering aroma; more poignant than the rain pelting down, The only mission that my versatility was born for; was to marvelously fulminate the artist lingering profusely in each of your ecstatically royal senses;

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh engender you to erupt into an unfathomable myriad of bountiful directions, The only mission that my mind was born for; was to propel you to tirelessly fantasize; dream in an ocean of incomprehensibly silken charm; oblivious to the manipulative vagaries of the uncouth world outside, The only mission that my lashes were born for; was to ignite the flirtatious child in your charismatic persona; make you feel every instant as if blooming with the freshest cry of blissful life, The only mission that my patriotism was born for; was to unrelentingly march forward till the time you achieved your absolute goal in life; wholesomely evict the flurry of disastrously abominable traitors hovering around your divine countenance, The only mission that my skin was born for; was to sequester your immaculately shivering visage; from the acrimonious rays of midday Sun; as well as avalanches of gruesomely freezing winter, The only mission that my soul was born for; was to perpetually ensure that your irrefutably heavenly spirit continued to robustly exist; even centuries after you had died, The only mission that my breath was born for; was to make you forever live with the astronomical fervor of life; witness you magnificently blossom into a fountain of resplendently dancing moonlight, And the only mission that my heart was born for; was to immortally grant you the love of your destined life; not only for this; but fathomless more exotically vibrant lifetimes…

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OR ELSE BECOME Either give all those impoverished; their relentless festoon of dreams; granting every blissful fantasy of theirs lingering in their hearts, Or become a majestic pearl of imagination yourself; diffusing royally grandiloquent thoughts from your innermost soul… Either give all those feebly dithering towards extinction; their lost quota of invincibly formidable strength, Or become a perpetual mountain of power yourself; sequestering the disastrously infirm; from every uncouthly treacherous onslaught of manipulatively stinking mankind… Either give all those shivering in gruesome blackness; their oligarchic tunnels of brilliantly flamboyant light, Or become a perennially everlasting inferno of flames yourself; compassionately healing inexplicably oozing wounds; with the Omnipotence in your senses… Either give all those ruthlessly famished; their tantalizingly appetizing morsels of robust food, Or else become a fountain of gloriously rubicund fruit yourself; appeasing inevitable pangs of life-threatening hunger; with the indispensable nutrients in your scarlet blood… Either give all those pathetically sad; their share of unprecedentedly blossoming happiness, Or else become a garland of wholehearted smiles yourself; incessantly metamorphosing diabolical gloom into rhapsodically exuberant joy…. Either give all those barbarically orphaned; their indispensable winds of unequivocal sharing and warmth, Or else become a river of bountiful endowment yourself; uplifting the treacherously deprived till the time they reached the ultimate paradise; that they had always intrinsically desired… Either give all those with maimed arms and feet; their insatiable exhilaration to gallop forward ebulliently in every aspect of enigmatic life, Or else become a messiah of unfathomable peace and love yourself; enlightening all satanically devastated lives; with the ingratiatingly gorgeous aura of your countenance… Either give all those mentally retarded; their naturally nascent ocean of incredulous creativity, Or else become a cloud of fragrant intelligence yourself; ubiquitously disseminating the spirit of fabulous newness in every township besieged with lackadaisically dumb boredom….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh And either give all those having lost romance; their unsurpassable sky of ecstatically ravishing happiness, Or else become an immortally unceasing idol of sacrosanct love; showering the essence of philanthropic humanity; passionately bonding every tumultuously bereaved heart that you witnessed…

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DESTINED TO LOVE Perhaps he was destined to relentlessly swim in the poignantly tangy oceans; tirelessly wading across the unsurpassably stormy waves all sweltering day and resplendently star studded night, While perhaps she was destined to laze like a princess on the surreally untamed mountaintop; with the mystical entrenchment of clouds majestically tantalizing every iota of her voluptuously nubile skin…. Perhaps he was destined to trespass on a battalion of indiscriminately satanic thorns; unrelentingly oozing into an ocean of ghastly blood; more rampantly as the instants unfurled into wholesome minutes, While perhaps she was destined to blend with the fragrance of heavenly goodness all her life; coalescing even the most infinitesimal iota of her regale countenance; with the winds of unbelievably benevolent tranquility…. Perhaps he was destined to guzzle preposterously ominous venom; incarcerating every ingredient of his immaculate blood with the coffins of horrifically asphyxiating torture, While perhaps she was destined to float in the aisles of unparalleled desire for infinite more births yet to unveil; coalescing every element of her vivacious life with the stupendously ingratiating melody of this enchanting planet….. Perhaps he was destined to abominably rot in the dungeons of condemnation; with every entity trespassing him; rebukingly whipping his nimble body with swords of diabolical exasperation, While perhaps she was destined to timelessly philander on unfathomable meadows of pure silk; uninhibitedly freeing each of her impeccable senses to perennially bond with the divine…. Perhaps he was destined to transgress through only disastrously gory impediments every unleashing second of his life; sardonically bearing the brunt of the conventionally turgid and ruthless society, While perhaps she was destined to embrace the waves of irrefutably invincible triumph since the moment she opened her celestial eyes; wonderfully assimilating all spellbinding righteousness lingering in the magical atmosphere…. Perhaps he was destined to deplorably loiter in dolorously fetid lavatories of baseless lies; exploding into a graveyard of licentious manipulation

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh even as he was about to exhale his very last breath, While perhaps she was destined to be the ultimate harbinger of eternally sacrosanct truth; propagate the unconquerable essence of symbiotic humanity; to even the most obsolete cranny of this limitless planet…. Perhaps he was destined to be uxoriously torched into realms of worthless extinction; indefatigably be pulverized by the truculent maelstrom of treacherously trampling demons, While perhaps she was destined to replenish even the most inconspicuous speck of her soul; with the unendingly eclectic artistry of this gigantically exuberant earth…. Perhaps he was destined to taste meaninglessly atrocious dust and stone; even before he could tread a single step; even before he could execute the most mercurial puff of his disdainfully staggering breath, While perhaps she was destined to unveil into a fabulous festoon of boundlessly beautiful colors; romance in the sensuously fathomless entrenchment of enigmatic life; for times immemorial…. Perhaps he was destined to unsparingly burn under the ferociously blazing inferno of debilitatingly persevering summer; having to climb mountains as Herculean as the Omnipotent Sun; for moistening his lips with even a single droplet of water, While perhaps she was destined to ebulliently frolic in the lanes of heavenly mischievousness; leading each moment of her blessed life like an ecstatically newborn princess…. But one thing was unassailably; one thing was what even the Omniscient grace of the Almighty Lord couldn’t ever deny, That they were both destined to immortally love; marvelously bonding the rhythm of their compassionately throbbing hearts; with the beats of impregnable existence; with the spirit of everlasting living kind….

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THERE WAS NO HEART BORN

There was no balloon born on this Universe which did not preposterously burst; unrelentingly diffuse into boundless fragments of gruesomely pulverized rubber; at being pricked, There was no desert born on this Universe which did not acrimoniously simmer; relentlessly torch countless organisms in vicinity; to inconspicuously threadbare fragments under the sweltering Sun, There was no ocean born on this Universe which did not ravishingly undulate; enchantingly disseminate into an unsurpassable mountain of mesmerizing froth; every unfurling minute of the night and flamboyant day, There was no star born on this Universe which did not gregariously twinkle; aristocratically pacify even the most inexplicably traumatic misery; with the profoundly miraculous Omnipotence in its shine, There was no camel born on this Universe which did not laggardly hunch; exhilaratingly ingratiate even the most drearily alien of travelers; with its amiable smile in all times, There was no rose born on this Universe which did not bountifully blossom; ubiquitously propagate the essence of wonderfully timeless equality; to even the most remotely fathomless quarter of this Omniscient planet, There was no cloud born on this Universe which did not celestially intoxicate; indefatigably mesmerize all gruesomely remorseful morbidity in the atmosphere; with infinite colors of vibrantly fulminating love, There was no dewdrop born on this Universe which did not fabulously romance; sensuously enlighten every treacherously whipping iota of drudgery on this commercial globe; with an unfathomable canvas of optimistic light and artistry, There was no eyelash born on this Universe which did not mischievously flutter; blissfully transit even the most monotonously mechanical entities; back into realms of impeccably heavenly childhood, There was no mind born on this Universe which did not wildly fantasize; let itself uninhibitedly wander in the lanes of untamed voluptuousness; fervently hoping that this reverie didn’t end for centuries immemorial, There was no shadow born on this Universe which did not enigmatically shimmer; perpetuate every bit of dolorously vengeful space in the cosmos; with stupendously princely tranquility, There was no truth born on this Universe which did not symbiotically unite; coalescing all thunderously

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh powerful and diminutively timid; in threads of eternal mankind and alike, There was no destiny born on this Universe which did not handsomely magnetize; baffling even the most sagaciously stringent norms of science and contemporary chemistry; with the unsurpassable ocean of intricacies in vivacious life, with an unsurpassable ocean of piquant vacillations in vivacious life, There was no tortoise born on this Universe which did not tirelessly laze; feasting its unbelievably potbellied belly in overwhelmingly harmonious tandem; with the light of the simmering Sun, There was no rainbow born on this Universe which did not vividly enthrall; bestowing a limitless entrenchment of eclectically fructifying desire upon every despicably bereaved organism; on this fascinating planet, There was no lion born on this Universe which did not majestically roar; unconquerably reign supreme as the king of the mystical jungle; everytime this earth magnanimously proliferated and was enchanting born, There was no woman born on this Universe which did not graciously attract; inevitably drawing even the most sonorously whiplashing of organisms; in her tumultuously tantalizing and sensuously divine swirl, There was no breath born on this Universe which did not unstoppably bless; evolve an impregnable entrenchment of godly solidarity and charisma; on every deplorably barren cranny of this endless earth, And there was no heart born on this Universe which did not perpetually love; bonding each of its beats with its unendingly transpiring passion; immortally following its tunes for infinite more births yet to come; irrespective of whatever might come its way….

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PREGNANT He made my eyes spell bindingly pregnant; with insurmountable mountains of perennially compassionate empathy; the unrelentingly fantastic tunnels of desire hovering in his life, He made my lips magnetically pregnant; with an unlimited festoon of poignantly amiable smiles; the winds of boundlessly triumphant euphoria that indefatigably circumvented his existence, He made my skin resplendently pregnant; with a valley of fathomlessly nubile goose-bumps; handsomely disseminating the charismatic electricity of his majestic persona; wholesomely into mine, He made my hair astoundingly pregnant; with an unsurpassable ocean of stupefying exhilaration; permeating them ravishingly with the ebulliently magical caress that lay in his princely palms, He made my ears exotically pregnant; with waterfalls of everlasting melody; blissfully enshrouding the baseless hollowness of my life with his tunes of vibrantly victorious existence, He made my mouth beautifully pregnant; with an endlessly fructifying garden of harmonious scent; enthrallingly imparting the fragrance of his eternally flamboyant survival entirely into mine, He made my blood passionately pregnant; with untamed infernos of ecstatically scintillating yearning; celestially diffusing his spirit of philanthropically divine mantra of life; profusely into even the most inconspicuous of my stride, He made my pulse ingratiatingly pregnant; with the waves of intrepidly unflinching adventure; sensuously bestowing his mystically emphatic touch all over my uncontrollably trembling body, He made my shadow fascinatingly pregnant; with magnificent cisterns of fantastically unending enigma; bestowing upon his cradle of unbelievably royal voluptuousness on every cranny of my drearily lambasted skin, He made my teeth blazingly pregnant; with limitless skies of bountifully scintillating shine; gorgeously bequeathing the legacy of his aristocratically patriotic footsteps; upon the fabric of my shattered life, He made my fingers dexterously pregnant; with unfathomable shades of regale artistry; chivalrously blending the reservoir of gargantuan sensitivity of his senses; in unshakable entirety with mine, He made my chest fearlessly pregnant; with fortresses of solidarity and invincible courage; altruistically imparting the magnanimously pristine goodness of his

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh soul; to every bit of inadvertently malicious lies in the chapter of my life, He made my conscience pregnant; with unassailable fireballs of godly truth; marvelously wafting the astonishingly proliferating and righteous scent of his stride; into my miserably withering life, He made my cheeks pregnant; with an unending entrenchment of bountifully embellished scarlet blushes; magically pouring the reverberations of his overwhelmingly sensitive visage; into the meaninglessly wavering crux of heartless existence, He made my hands gloriously pregnant; with an impregnably ubiquitous canvas of aristocratic destiny lines; timelessly maneuvering even the most mercurial iota of my existence with the winds of uninhibited freedom; that incessantly emanated from his demeanor, He made my brain fabulously pregnant; with unlimited aisles of thunderously overpowering fantasy; the enthrallingly heavenly rhythm of his existence being the ultimate dream that I tirelessly perceived, He made my breath pricelessly pregnant; with insatiably untamed whirlpools of vibrantly eclectic life; miraculously healing even the most inexplicably cancerous of my wounds; with his melody of benign mankind, He made my belly sacredly pregnant; with his mischievously bouncing child; making me feel as the most richest organism on this Universe; without even a penny in my pocket and for infinite more births of mine, And he made my heart immortally pregnant; with his tale of jubilantly iridescent love; a perpetual bonding which none on the planet could ever conquer; even after the planet itself came to a veritably ghastly end….

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RENUNCIATION Renunciation from dolorously heinous stagnation; the corpses of crippling decay that had so vindictively strangulated every aspect of my impoverished existence, Renunciation from preposterously dastardly stench; the unfathomably abominable filth of bizarre manipulation; that had so treacherously pulverized me on every step that I dared to tread, Renunciation from despicably claustrophobic monotony; the knives of insane bloodshed and gory war; pugnaciously stabbing me from all sides, Renunciation from indefatigably squelching dreariness; the seeds of invidious laggardness; making me disdainfully collapse like a pack of frigid matchsticks; even before I alight a single step, As I perpetually blended myself with the unsurpassably exotic petals of the poignantly proliferating nature; solely inhaling its Omnipotently philanthropic fragrance; for infinite more births of mine yet to handsomely unveil….. 1…. Renunciation from tyrannically lambasting slavery; the blood-stained chains of malevolent dictatorship which had so brutally excoriated the shades of my vivaciously resplendent existence, Renunciation from robotically corporate machinery; the pompously spurious and ghastly walls of ignominiously castigating office; which had so indiscriminately incarcerated me from nine to nine, Renunciation from graveyards of fretful cowardliness; the ghosts of baselessly horrific fear; venomously poisoning my immaculately fantastic mind all the time, Renunciation from the shells of grotesquely sinister diffidence; the feckless hypochondriac that tried to annihilate me with its swords of unrelenting viciousness; every unfurling minute of the day and the bountifully star studded night, As I surrendered every ingredient of my mind; body and soul; to the invincibly Omnipresent inferno of spell binding righteousness; coalescing with the fabric of unflinching truth till the Lord had destined the very last breath of my life….. 3…. Renunciation from the conventionally meaningless society; the derogatorily sinful wisps of sleazy cigar smoke and sanctimonious slang; which had rendered my

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh survival more exacerbated than the wounds of a wailing dog, Renunciation from the tornadoes of gory war; the rain of innocent blood that poured unstoppably on my countenance; as countless lost their lives in battles of color and tribe, Renunciation from the gutters of unforgivable corruption; the raunchy wad of salacious notes; indefatigably trying to weigh every ingredient of my holistically blessed survival, Renunciation from disastrously stray loneliness; the winds of murderously rebuked isolation; overwhelmingly overpowering me; for ostensibly not the slightest fault of mine, As I wholeheartedly embraced the religion of eternally endowing humanity; blissfully burgeoning in its swirl to continue God’s most sacred chapter of creation; perpetually bonding with every synergistically living organism and its kind…. 4….. Renunciation from shattered glasses of asphyxiated boredom; the whiplashes of irascibly pernicious and anomalous sodomy that truculently impeded me; on every stage of my life, Renunciation from the web of transiently surreptitious desire; the untamed infernos of insurmountably bawdy delight that sporadically crept up from nowhere in clear space; into my wandering soul, Renunciation from the tunnels of abhorrently sordid betrayal; the pathetically reverberating edifices of prurient prejudice; parasitically deteriorating the beats of my marvelously celestial existence, Renunciation from inexplicably slandering misery; the incomprehensibly livid ant holes of cancerous disease; which so tumultuously augmented in every part of my sensitive blood and skin, As I immortally bonded every beat of my heart with hers forever and ever and ever; with the unassailably unparalleled fires between our bodies miraculously quelling all agonizing pain not only for this birth; but each time the Creator gifted this earth to eclectic mankind….

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PERPETUAL WERE THE MOMENTS Golden were the moments; when I gallivanted through the rain soaked hills; with the boisterous chirping of the sparrows being my everlastingly exhilarating rhyme, Golden were the moments; when I swam uninhibitedly in the marvelously undulating sea; with an unfathomable cascade of tangy froth; insurmountably tantalizing each of my monotonously dreary senses, Golden were the moments; when I unrelentingly whispered with the enigmatically rustling trees; profusely blending even the most infinitesimal of my senses with the winds of inimitably ebullient ecstasy, Golden were the moments; when I poignantly danced with the resplendent peacocks; euphorically relishing every bit of majestically crimson cloud; in the fathomless firmament of blue sky, Golden were the moments; when I indefatigably floated in the aisles of unsurpassable fantasy; tirelessly conceiving the exuberantly unending beauty of this bountifully boundless earth, Golden were the moments; when I was an immaculate child; wholesomely bereft of even the most inconspicuous vagaries of existence; blissfully bouncing in the lap of my divinely sacrosanct mother, Golden were the moments; when I had first stepped into the dormitories of school; ingratiatingly relishing the camaraderie of my mates; erupting into compassionate whirlpools of laughter at even the tiniest of provocation, Golden were the moments; when I felt the blazingly beautiful rays of the morning Sun; Omnisciently healing even the most inexplicable trace of disease; invidiously enshrouding my nimble countenance, Golden were the moments; when I relentlessly rolled on gregariously fresh grass; sensuously inhaling the tantalizing aroma of glistening dewdrops; as the Moon glimmered to its most profound radiance in the cosmos, Golden were the moments; when I suckled honey from the melodiously brimming hives; embellishing my impoverished visage with the astronomically aristocratic sweetness of the Mother Nature, Golden were the moments; when I clambered like an untamed chimpanzee upon the mystically philandering hills; drifted in surreal unison with the romantically gorgeous clouds; for centuries unprecedented, Golden were the moments; when I smelt the unbelievably effulgent lotus; profusely drowning my mind; body and wavering soul; into an unsurpassable ocean of chivalrously fabulous scent, Golden were the moments; when I played with the

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh rollicking crabs on the pristine seashores; with the majestic froth of the titillating sea handsomely tingling each of my haplessly staggering breath, Golden were the moments; when I innocuously flirted with ravishingly nubile maidens in the realms of ardent desire; igniting fires of unconquerable passion; even in the heart of the morbidly insipid night, Golden were the moments; when I earnestly prayed to the Almighty Lord; philanthropically serving all fraternities of harmoniously holistic living kind, Golden were the moments; when I reminisced my past with my eternal parents; irrefutably saluting all insurmountably endless perseverance that they had displayed to bring me up; every instant of their hard-fought life, Golden were the moments; when I unfurled into a meadow of fascinatingly limitless artistry; vivaciously painting the infinite shades of existence; on the barren canvas of my devastatingly wandering life, Golden were the moments; when I gallivanted barefoot under the enchantingly streaming moonlight; beautifully submerging my entire persona in impeccable cisterns of emollient milk, Golden were the moments; when I regally expunged my every breath; was triumphantly endowed by a chance from the Almighty Lord; to celestially diffuse into fabulously voluptuous and vibrant shades of eclectic life, Golden were the moments; when I divinely penned down gorgeously symbiotic poetry; profusely reveling the countless shades of charismatic enchantment; that were a stupendous gift from the Lord Almighty, Golden were the moments; when I thoroughly enthralled even the most intricate of my senses; intensely listening to the enigmatically astounding reverberations of the; thunderously echoing valley, Golden were the moments; when I amiably communicated with different tribes; caste and creed; feeling the niceness of wonderfully royal humanity; heavenly perpetuate every shade of my dwindling survival, Golden were the moments; when I traced the piquant outlines of my palms; resplendently endeavoring to decipher the eluding trajectories of spell binding destiny, Golden were the moments; when I timelessly lay at the feet of my revered mother; incorrigibly following her paths of unshakable righteousness; on every sphere of the earth that she humbly tread, Golden were the moments; when I feasted my penuriously blinded eyes; on the magically proliferating winds of glorious nature; witnessed in awe-struck splendor; as innocent fledglings hatched in mesmerizing tandem from

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their crystalline eggs, Golden were the moments; when I patriotically marched forward to unflinchingly lead life; resolutely pledged to unite all mankind one and alike; even as the most treacherously ghastly impediments tried to brutally thwart me on my way, But perpetual were the moments; when I fell in love; immortally bonding every ingredient of my blood with her godly life; as she led me like a priceless prince through the corridors of magnificent newness; through the fortresses of a friendship which would continue taking birth; even after the entire earth had come to a gruesomely stuttering end…..

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I WASN’T PREPARED I was prepared to wait for robust health; spending many a limitless decade; miserably entwined in the dungeons of decaying debilitation, I was prepared to wait for fascinating desire; worthlessly whiling countless hours on the trot; in the mists of disparagingly dolorous monotony, I was prepared to wait for enchanting prosperity; remorsefully stagnating on infinitesimally threadbare soil; with my haplessly tattered rags splitting more obnoxiously than ever before; under the sweltering Sun, I was prepared to wait for unflinching camaraderie; staggering like a worthless urchin on the desolate streets; with only insidiously parasitic mosquitoes perched in unfathomable quantities on my lambasted chin, I was prepared to wait for scintillating righteousness; wasting the entire tenure of my impoverished life; truculently besieged by the graveyard of delinquently deteriorating lies, I was prepared to wait for voluptuous desire; meaninglessly trespassing through the aisles of nothingness and cripplingly lackluster stoicism; for infinite more births yet to unveil, I was prepared to wait for triumphant happiness; horrendously kissing the corpses of ghastly malice and defeat; till the time I traumatically tread on the trajectory of this earth, I was prepared to wait for insatiable ecstasy; derogatorily rotting in unsurpassably pallid doomsday; letting my entire visage metamorphose into a gutter of criminally sucking leeches, I was prepared to wait for unconquerable glory; meekly subjugating my body to the whiplashes of the society; pathetically collapsing like a pack of soggy matchsticks; even before a soul could raise his voice, I was prepared to wait for dazzling flamboyance; stupidly diffusing every unfurling instant of my life; into a coffin of delinquently gruesome morbidity, I was prepared to wait for Herculean strength; withering away like an insipidly insulted porcupine; at even the most diminutive draught of parsimonious wind, I was prepared to wait for majestic eloquence; barking like a disastrously cacophonic and wounded crow; till the last breath I ghoulishly exhaled, I was prepared to wait for unequivocally explicit candidness; substituting the chapter of my life; with

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the webs of satanically bizarre manipulation instead, I was prepared to wait for patriotic victory; baselessly pulverizing myself every unleashing moment of my life; with the threadbare smoke of derogatorily dastardly defeat, I was prepared to wait for exhilarating mysticism; deliberately enshrouding my agonizingly trembling demeanor; with maliciously devilish monotony from all sides, I was prepared to wait for prolific success; nonchalantly swallowing the tail of thwarting failure; everytime I exuded into even the most infidel of movement, I was prepared to wait for spell binding aristocracy; lecherously staggering on each path of my life; abhorrently dedicating each second of my time; swapping flies on the walls of my sordidly stinking hutment, I was prepared to wait for ravishingly perpetual breath; insanely offering every element of my mind; body and soul; to the thunderously marauding demon and the hell of torturous death, And I was prepared to wait for every conceivable comfort and richness on this fathomless earth O! Almighty Lord; but I wasn’t the slightest prepared to wait for her ecstatically vibrant caress; I wasn’t the slightest prepared to wait for her celestially immortal and bountiful love….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

OPENLY Secretly she admired my fluttering eyelashes; insatiably wanting to trap every element of her magnetic countenance; forever and wholesomely with mine, Secretly she insatiably romanticized about my patriotic stride; relentlessly wanting me to trespass through her gateways of unparalleled romance, Secretly she unrelentingly dreamt about intermingling her fingers with mine; compassionately incarcerating even the most infinitesimal ingredient of my countenance; with her bountiful rhyme, Secretly she timelessly perceived about philandering with me behind the gloriously sun soaked hills; mischievously nibbling the barren regions of my chest; as frosty winds of winter embraced us from all sides, Secretly she intransigently fantasized about wandering with me through the aisles of boundless desire; basking in the untamed glory of my ardently blazing perspiration, Secretly she limitlessly conceived herself to be perennially sandwiched within my frantically outstretched arms; replenishing even the most mercurial of her senses; with the scent of unprecedented brazenness that enshrouded my visage, Secretly she insurmountably pictured herself in my lap on the absolute summit of the moonlit hills; profoundly relishing the ravishing beams of the moon; as my breath poignantly cascaded on her tantalizing skin, Secretly she indefatigably visualized my rollickingly fluttering earlobes; fervently desiring to peck them with her sensuous teeth; all sweltering day and night, Secretly she continuously envisaged the periphery of my charismatically rubicund lips; triumphantly wishing to enigmatically kiss me; till the very end of my time, Secretly she fathomlessly wanted to encapsulate the irrefutably sparkling honesty of my soul; exotically blending with the fragrance that diffused from my masculine armpits, Secretly she endlessly daydreamt about my swirling hair; irrevocably wanting to run her poignantly intricate fingers through my boundless garden of silken strands, Secretly she ingratiatingly gallivanted with my ethereally sensuous shadow; eternally coalescing with my fantastically wandering impressions for decades immemorial, Secretly she blissfully gyrated with my nimbly

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compassionate visage; pulsating with the persevering rhythm of my life; on even the most acrimoniously disastrous step that I tread, Secretly she uxoriously lay at my rustically bohemian feet; drowning into a world of unfathomable enchantment; celestially enthralled as I innocuously snored, Secretly she irrefutably philosophised even the most diminutive cadence that I uttered; unflinchingly believing in whatever I decided to undertake in the chapter of my vibrantly mesmerizing life, Secretly she found me the ultimate prince of even the most evanescent of her dreams; divinely patronizing the essence of my ideals to even the most fathomless quarters of this colossal Universe, Secretly she kept me forever in the innermost realms of her conscience and breath; sacredly cherished even the most inconspicuous iota of my aura in the very center of her majestic chest, Secretly she remained imprisoned in the whites of my eye for infinite more births of mine yet to unveil; immortally bonding every aspect of her existence forever with my every stride, But OPENLY she loved me; transcending over all caste; creed; spurious religion and tribe on the trajectory of this fathomless Universe; and OPENLY she disclosed it to one and all on this earth and beyond; that I was hers and would always remain like that till the end of time….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

LOVE IS BLIND It could be overpoweringly uncompromising; with its magnetic swirl transcending over every conceivable organism in holistic vicinity, It could be profoundly one sided; with the unfathomable chariots of ardent desire chasing the mesmerizing mists of eluding seduction; day in and day out, It could be brutally unforgiving; with even the most mercurial iota of suspicion; disastrously ruining its silken fabric; till times beyond infinite infinity, It could be unflinchingly exhilarating; with even the truculently mighty of maelstroms disintegrating like a pack of frigid matchsticks; in front of its invincibly divine caress, It could be majestically passionate; with its kiss of timeless voluptuousness becoming an Omnipotent glow; even as the gallows of disparaging hell wholesomely coalesced with sacred earth, It could be ebulliently promiscuous; with its spell of inevitably everlasting sensuousness; diffusing amongst entities even before the perpetual bondage of sacred marriage, It could be endlessly jittery; with even the most minuscule of event unfurling; engendering a boundless flutter in its whirlpool of fathomless sensitivity, It could be euphorically triumphant; with its unassailably fragrant spirit; blazingly emerging as the ultimate messiah of amiable togetherness; even from the coffins of treacherously thwarting death, It could be unconquerably resplendent; with every other color in the boundless atmosphere; proving a shade too dolorously dull; in front of its ravishingly spell binding vivaciousness, It could be uxoriously timid; succumbing in wholesome entirety to even the most poignantly intricate commands of its partner; howsoever baselessly worthless that they might have seemed, It could be flamboyantly blistering; irrefutably dominating even the most contemporarily gracious styles; with its aura of Omniscient symbiotism and enthrallingly enchanting beauty, It could be indefatigably tantalizing; engulfing the gigantic planet in mists of unendingly vivid compassion; fabulously pacifying the voice of murderous monotony with the mantra of unshakable companionship, It could be Omnipresently philanthropic; bonding every religion; caste; creed; and tribe; in the beats of

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perennially beautiful and melanging mankind, It could be relentlessly dreamy; with even the most torturously devastating winds of gory bloodshed and crime; miserably failing to have the tiniest of impact on its gregariously fantasizing demeanor, It could be tirelessly penalizing; as one partner altruistically bore the brunt of the other’s pompous idiosyncrasies; still garnering all love on this planet for his lambasting rhyme, It could be thunderously sensuous; with its rays of eternally gratifying compassion; ubiquitously overpowering even the heart of the most exotically ecstatic night, It could be indomitably truthful; with its reflection of undefeatably sparkling righteousness; pricelessly disseminating to even the most forlornly fretful and malicious quarters of this gargantuan earth, It could be unbelievably sacrificing; with both partners blissfully ready every unfurling minute to relinquish the last iota of their breath; for timelessly saving each other, But one thing was profusely indisputable and for sure; that love new no religion; boundaries or limits; Love was an uninhibited bird soaring higher than the skies for times immemorial; Love was a thread which none could break except the Gods; Love was bold; Love was Berserk; Love was beautiful; Love was bountiful, Love was boundless, O! Yes, Love is BLIND…..

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

EVEN AFTER THIS EARTH; WAS NO LONGER MINE Some loved her for her ravishingly sensuous lips; insatiably wanting to feast on their enchantingly mesmerizing softness, Some loved her for her tantalizingly seductive smiles; tirelessly wanting to become every tinkle of rapturous laughter; that she ebulliently diffused from her poignant throat, Some loved her for her exotically glistening sweat; salaciously wanting to titillatingly suckle it; till the very end of their times, Some loved her for her rhapsodically heaving bosom; treacherously wanting to incarcerate its voluptuous contours; in the delights of their cold-bloodedly bohemian palms, Some loved her for her ravishingly tantalizing hair; perennially wanting to feel its exhilarating cascaded; upon their brutally impoverished lap’s, Some loved her for her enticingly melodious voice; unsurpassably wanting to be the every tune that she so majestically wafted; from within the inner most realms of her soul, Some loved her for her ingratiatingly flapping ears; satanically wanting to nibble their gloriously tingling sweetness; till times beyond infinite infinity, Some loved her for her fascinatingly intoxicating belly; indefatigably wanting to nestle in its compassionate softness; every unfurling instant of the sweltering and well past the heart of vibrantly vivacious midnight, Some loved her for her euphorically reverberating legs; uxoriously wanting to dance with her triumphant form; and their bodies wholesomely intermingled with her compassionate rhyme, Some loved her for her charmingly silken palms; devilishly wanting to coalesce every element of their destiny with hers; hide their ungainly faces in her invincibly unflinching fists, Some loved her for her immaculately scintillating teeth; tyrannically wanting to make them their nimbly listening slave; chattering in obeisant submission to even the most mercurial of their commands, Some loved her for her spell bindingly heavenly fragrance; timelessly wanting to captivate its miraculous freshness; in their truculently manipulative repertoire, Some loved her for her royal sensitivity; forcefully

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wanting to forever melange with her astoundingly celestial artistry; to fantastically alleviate their haplessly shattered lives, Some loved her for her impeccably blessing stride; unrelentingly wanting to incarcerate every step on which she tread; to irrefutably uplift themselves in all aspects of mystically unveiling life, Some loved her for her aristocratically fluttering eyelashes; inexorably wanting to flirt with her playfully rollicking countenance; gloriously catapulting them back into the realms of their innocent childhood, Some loved her for her unfathomably satiny gentleness; endlessly wanting to assimilate all the sweetness of her survival; in the horrifically spurious masks of their satanic crime, Some loved her for her unassailably priceless honesty; intransigently wanting to capture her indomitably humanitarian spirit; in the whites of their pathetically dwindling eyes, Some loved her for her stupendously exultating breath; irrevocably wanting to deluge their disdainfully lugubrious and worthlessly cacophonic corpses; with the Omnipresent elixir of her magically endowing existence, While I loved her for her divinely immortal heart; for the uninhibited reservoir of togetherness that she spread on every direction that she holistically traversed; for the Omnipotent purpose that she had so optimistically illuminated in my slithering life; for the perpetual love which she had so selflessly showered upon me; bonding her beats with me even after this earth was no longer mine….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

IMMORTAL ELECTRICITY When their wandering eyes met; indefatigably stared at each other even under the most flamboyantly blazing rays of the midday Sun, The electricity generated was flirtatiously profound; enveloping the atmosphere with the astronomical magnetism of symbiotic existence…. When their blushing cheeks met; unrelentingly stroked each other even as the most thunderous of maelstroms truculently crept from all sides, The electricity generated was astoundingly poignant; igniting an unsurpassable inferno of spell binding desire; in the heart of disastrously frozen death…. When their nubile fingers met; invincibly bonded with each other; even as the most diabolically Herculean impediment tried to pulverize them; into infinitesimal chunks of raw mincemeat, The electricity generated was stupendously unflinching; charismatically enlightening every agonizingly bereaved section of the society; with the light of Omniscient companionship….. When their sensuous lips met; frenziedly discovered each other; even as the whiplashes of the barbarically conventional society tried to insidiously thwart them into the aisles of nothingness, The electricity generated was voluptuously mesmerizing; triggering sparks of unprecedented excitement; in all witheringly ailing and the monotonously young; handsomely alike….. When their innocuous shadows met; unassailably coalescing with each other; even as unfathomable whirlwinds of abhorrent malice tried to invidiously infiltrate into their holistic stride, The electricity generated was unbelievably harmonious; aristocratically blending all religion; caste; creed and spurious color alike; into the religion of unbreakable mankind….. When their trembling chests met; bountifully romancing in eternal glory; even as the coffins of ghoulishly crippling loneliness brutally stabbed them into relinquishing their last iota of breath, The electricity generated was majestically ravishing; beautifully commemorating every trace of despicable disease in vicinity around; with the spirit of timelessly unending brotherhood….. When their enchanting toes met; amiably intermingling in the silken sands; even as the most abominably lecherous parasites tried to relentlessly suck their pristinely youthful blood, The electricity generated was insurmountably

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tantalizing; inevitably fomenting every trace of dilapidated absolution to erupt into a thunderball of unlimited ecstasy…. When their fecund breaths met; regally blending with each other’s divinely fragrance; even as the tyrannical stench of horrendously dictatorial superpowers tried to tumultuously overwhelm; every iota of their benign goodness, The electricity generated was impregnably patriotic; insatiably urging every venomously corrupt organism; to forever kiss the gregariously redolent rudiments of his existence…. And when their passionate hearts met; rhythmically pulsating as a united beat for centuries immemorial; even as hell rained from the fathomless carpets of sky and the earth slapped all traces of holistic existence, The electricity generated was immortally Omnipotent; celestially metamorphosing all gory bloodshed; pain and malevolent war; into a township of undefeated love; forever and ever and ever….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

LOVE ME Caress me; triggering every part of my diminutively impoverished countenance; to fulminate into a thunderstorm of sensuously exhilarating fantasy, Kiss me; wildly igniting every dormant pore of my pathetically dwindling skin; to erupt into a paradise of everlastingly mesmerizing beauty, Tickle me; making me mischievously reminisce all innocuously glorious moments of my philandering childhood; engulfing the mists of disparaging desperation enshrouding my forehead with the hills of rollicking playfulness, Pat me; compassionately consoling even the most infinitesimal pore of traumatized agony in my trembling soul; profoundly reinvigorating every step that I transgressed with the light of Omnipotent togetherness, Cuddle me; resplendently tracing the murderously exhausted outlines of my sagging ribs; with the insatiably enchanting magic in your divinely fingers, Enlighten me; Omnisciently filtering a path of magically proliferating righteousness in the chapter of my disastrously disappearing and faltering life, Refresh me; voluptuously painting the canvas of my baselessly treacherous existence; with the colors of your panoramically spell binding enchantment, Bless me; inundating the insidiously shattering threads of my life; with the untamed fires of perpetual truth; majestically blazing in your unflinching eyes, Titillate me; indefatigably melanging the tantalizing rivulets of golden sweat in your ravishing visage; with the unparalleled heat that diffused from my form; all the time, Fascinate me; unfurling into an unsurpassable entrenchment of exotically harmonious newness; marvelously awakening me from my despairing coffin of brutally sullen remorsefulness, Pinch me; flirtatiously carving an unfathomable tunnel of desire through my obsoletely drifting senses; metamorphosing every diffidently deteriorating pore of my body into a fathomlessly regale valley of perennial poetry, Inspire me; incessantly urging me to intrepidly keep marching ahead; evolve into the Sun of unconquerably humanitarian victory on every step that I nimbly tread, Drown me; profusely encapsulating even the most inconspicuous element of my truculently extradited

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demeanor; with the mantra of ecstatically symbiotic sharing, Tempt me; inevitably evoking even the most dolorously deadened arena of my lackluster body; to timelessly coalesce with the profoundly unsurpassable artistry diffusing from your breath, Unwind me; uninhibitedly freeing every ingredient of asphyxiating manipulation from my countenance for centuries unprecedented; endowing a wind of eternal bliss upon every droplet of my invidiously evaporating blood, Tame me; holistically blending the merciless prejudice ruthlessly ingrained in my worthless persona; with the pricelessly aristocratic rudiments of mother nature, Embrace me; wholesomely bonding even the most feeble part of your magnetic body forever with mine; letting your amiably Omnipresent warmth; be my most faithful friend till the end of my time, Tease me; being the ultimate angel of my indigently cursed life; fomenting me to ebulliently explode into an insurmountably endless gorge of endless cries, And love me; immortally uniting the beats of your philanthropically palpitating heart forever with mine; irrefutably making sure that not even the most minuscule of ghost or spirit could ever invade; our tireless rhyme….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

ALL THAT WAS NEEDED To fill in the crevices of fathomlessly barren sky; all that was needed was an unfathomable conglomerate of ravishingly crimson clouds, To fill in the crevices of the gigantically corrugated mountain; all that was needed was a fragrant concoction of freshly mesmerizing mud, To fill in the crevices of the baselessly empty hive; all that was needed was a spell binding waterfall of poignantly harmonious honey, To fill in the crevices of the lackadaisically sultry edifice; all that was needed was a stream of sparklingly harmonious and rich cement, To fill in the crevices of meaninglessly insidious lies; all that was needed was the Omnipotently flaming Sun of irrefutable truth, To fill in the crevices of horrifically debilitating weakness; all that was needed was an inferno of timelessly unassailable strength, To fill in the crevices of the drearily hollow pen; all that was needed was a gloriously sapphire fountain of artistically aristocratic ink, To fill in the crevices of the disastrously broken friendship; all that was needed was a perpetually unshakable bond of unflinching trust, To fill in the crevices of traumatically bizarre agony; all that was needed was an unsurpassable river of everlastingly triumphant happiness, To fill in the crevices of devastatingly gory bloodshed; all that was needed was a boundless sky of unbreakably scintillating unity, To fill in the crevices of inexplicably miserable disease; all that was needed was the mantra of eternally celestial compassion, To fill in the crevices of the truculently scorching desert; all that was needed was bountiful droplets of enchantingly sparkling rain, To fill in the crevices of the forlornly decaying tree; all that was needed was a flirtatiously frolicking horde of innocuously bushy squirrels, To fill in the crevices of agonizingly bereaved humanity; all that was needed was an invincible entrenchment of beautifully Omniscient togetherness, To fill in the crevices of abominably abhorrent prejudice; all that was needed was a unendingly silken fabric of symbiotic existence, To fill in the crevices of the disparagingly blinded eye; all that was needed was a mirror of unequivocally priceless sight, To fill in the crevices of the haplessly shattered bone; all that was needed was an impregnable fortress

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of holistically resilient calcium, To fill in the crevices of the worthlessly deadened nostril; all that was needed was a mystically enlightening forest of Omnipresent breath, To fill in the crevices of the ominously besieged conscience; all that was needed was an Omnipotently blazing arrow of undefeatable truth, And to fill in the crevices of the pathetically shattered and broken heart; all that was needed was a limitless reservoir of love; love and only miraculously heavenly love…..

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

TRAMPLED BY HER LOVE When I was trampled by an devilish horde of menacing crocodiles; invidiously clambering upon my nimble body from all sides, All that was left of me after a while; was orphaned bits of gruesomely pulverized chowder and stray bone; with the contours of body now unfathomably beyond the corridors of sane recognition…. When I was trampled by a savage pack of hideous eyed vultures; cold-bloodedly pecking at my poignantly intricate flesh, All that was left of me after a while; was a mercilessly mangled mass of veins; and an endless river of gory blood pouring from all sides…. When I was trampled by an irascible fleet of satanic ants; salaciously crawling upon even the most infinitesimally naked arena of my sensitive skin, All that was left of me after a while; was a grotesquely irate blanket of agonizing redness; an overpowering sensation to itch till centuries immemorial; even after I died…. When I was trampled by a traumatic battalion of gargantuan dinosaurs; gnawing at my trembling visage like a cherry on the minuscule pie, All that was left of me after a while; was a whirlpool of inconspicuously threadbare sawdust; being whistled beyond the dungeons of absolution; at the slightest puff of somebody’s breath…. When I was trampled by a limitless well of acrid scorpions; truculently jabbing their tail into my petite demeanor; left; right and complete center, All that was left of me after a while; was a severely asphyxiated and butchered carcass; ghoulishly scaring every sagacious organism in near vicinity…. When I was trampled by an insurmountable mountain of swords; barbarically excoriating the fabric of my holistic existence; like the treacherous demon marauding in overwhelmingly gay abandon, All that was left of me after a while; was a gory chunks of distorted flesh; the sockets of my eye ludicrously bouncing to blend with the island of derogatorily dilapidated hell…. When I was trampled by the licentiously sleazy corpse of manipulation; with the noose of disgusting lies strangulating me more vindictively as each instant unveiled into an entire minute, All that was left of me after a while; was a

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remorsefully fretting ghost without even the most inconspicuous of stature; miserably slithering towards the mists of oblivious nothingness….. When I was trampled by an invidious graveyard of perniciously sinister spirits; with the ghosts of unfinished desire crippling me on every step that I intrepidly transgressed, All that was left of me after a while; was an uncontrollably trembling shadow; that was indescribably ostracized and spat upon by macabre monsters wandering at will…. But when I was trampled by her immortally aristocratic grace; the fragrance of her spell binding righteousness infiltrating every famished pore of my devastatingly dithering body, All that was left after a while; was an Omnipotently blazing Sun of eternal truth that not only overpowered all of the above; but instilled in me the unflinching tenacity to be reborn for a countless more lifetimes; as her celestial love had perpetually bonded with mine….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

THAT WOMAN Every tree flooded the atmosphere with vibrantly exhilarating breeze; blissfully impregnating a wave of enchantment in the dolorously deadened atmosphere around, But my eyes were intransigently searching for that tree which yielded compassionate shade; engulfing even the most infinitesimal iota of my monotonous dreariness; with astoundingly heavenly tranquility…. Every cloud in the fathomless sky looked vividly enchanting; celestially drifting into boundless bits of satiny space, But my eyes were uncompromisingly searching for that cloud which would torrentially rain; entrench every dying pore of my countenance with ecstatic tumblers of; divinely ravishing rain water…. Every wave in the gigantic ocean was gloriously undulating; disseminating into a festoon of enamoring froth after clashing against the chain of majestically ragged rocks, But my eyes were unrelentingly searching for that wave which would reach the shores of my tyrannically tortured life; Omnisciently enlightening it with unconquerable optimism and tanginess…. Every flower marvelously blossomed at the crack of bountifully fascinating dawn; regally lighting the complexion of the mystically resplendent valley, But my eyes were indefatigably searching for that flower which would deluge the withering coffin of my existence with unassailable fragrance; handsomely perpetuate each aspect of my life with the sacred spirit of mankind…. Every shadow beautifully lengthened after the ball of flaming Sun disappeared behind the horizons; eventually blending with the fabric of the royally twinkling night, But my eyes were irrevocably searching for that shadow which would wholesomely drape my diminutively trembling form; with an unprecedentedly enthralling maelstrom of eternal sensuousness…. Every trail unfurled into a mystically appeasing entrenchment; an uncanniness that was a challenge for the living organism to dexterously tackle, But my eyes were relentlessly searching for that trail which would perennially lead me into the aisles of amiable togetherness; where I could uninhibitedly bond with life; irrespective of spurious caste; creed; color of tribe…. Every ray of the Omnipresent Sun ingratiatingly sizzled the earth; blazing its way through even the

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most clammiest crannies of disparagingly darkened malice, But my eyes were unfathomably searching for that ray which would trigger a sky of benign goodness in my brutally lambasted life; maneuver me towards the meadows of irrefutably princely righteousness…. Every breath that diffused pumped quintessential life into the abysmally collapsing form; rejuvenating the undefeatedly unparalleled elixir of survival to the most unsurpassable limits, But my eyes were inexhaustibly searching for that breath which would be my timeless companion for infinite more births to come; never making me feel that I was treacherously solitary; orphaned and alone…. And every woman on this colossal globe was inherently beautiful; possessing the most pricelessly tender characteristics of the Lord’s symbiotic creation, But my eyes were tirelessly searching for that woman who would bond the beats of her heart forever with mine; forever love me more than I could ever love my own life….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

THE MOST FERVENT SLAVE Tantalizing were her beautiful eyelashes; as I danced in the aisles of insatiable ecstasy; to even the most infinitesimal of her mischievously spell binding flutter, Tantalizing were her compassionate lips; as I catapulted to the scintillating walls of ravishingly supernatural heaven; to even the most diminutive of her magnetic pursing, Tantalizing were her silken ears; as I poignantly reminisced all those sacrosanct moments of my philandering childhood; to even the most inconspicuous of her sensuous swishing, Tantalizing were her iridescent cheeks; as I fructified into an unfathomable island of panoramic color and charm; to even the most fugitive of her blissful blushing, Tantalizing were her exhilarating legs; as I exuberantly galloped forward in the wholesomely profound fervor of life; to even the most evanescent of her nimble stride, Tantalizing were her charismatic palms; as I replenished each of my disastrously dwindling senses to the ointment of philanthropic humanity; to even the most ethereal of her magnanimous claps, Tantalizing was her resplendent belly; as I profusely engulfed myself into an unsurpassable township of gorgeous sensuousness; to even the most fleeting of her ecstatic thrusts, Tantalizing were her ravenous hair; as I discovered the priceless rudiments of my impoverished existence; to even the most minuscule of her volatile vivaciousness, Tantalizing was her everlasting righteousness; as I jubilantly escalated to the epitome of irrefutably unconquerable companionship; to even the most tiniest of her sagacious footsteps, Tantalizing were her enchanting eyebrows; as I triumphantly transcended past the boundaries of exotic mysticism; to even the most non-existent of her innocuous twitches, Tantalizing was her fascinating brain; as I Omnipotently lit the lanterns of seductive desire in my eyes; to even the most mercurial of her glorious fantasy, Tantalizing were her melodious fingers; as I imbibed the vividly enamoring sweetness of this fathomless planet; to even the most parsimonious of her celestial strokes, Tantalizing was her harmonious throat; as I

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ingratiatingly experienced the Omniscient charisma of existence; to even the most capricious of her gregarious sounds, Tantalizing was her scintillating sweat; as I enthrallingly blended with the true essence of timeless perseverance; to even the most invisible diffusing of her unbelievably unending ardor, Tantalizing were her reinvigorating smiles; as I boundlessly assimilated all poignant jubilation on this tireless planet; to even the most intricate unfurling of her heavenly lips, Tantalizing was her unassailable conscience; as I learnt to unflinchingly confront every acrimonious element of survival; to even the most intangible aura of her celestial existence, Tantalizing was her unshakable breath; as I fulminated into a fireball of resilience to lead a countless more lifetimes; to even the most ephemeral of her victorious exhalations, Tantalizing was her undefeatable humanity; as I relinquished all spurious caste; creed and tribe to perennially coalesce with the religion of mankind; to even the most transient of her Godly impressions, But Immortal was her ubiquitous heart; as I madly fell in eternally limitless love; became the most fervent slave of her Omniscient aura; to even the most momentary of her passionately proliferating beats….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

PLEASE NEVER FREE ME You could free me this very instant from my eyes; but please never free me of that everlastingly bountiful entrenchment of beauty; that they had so marvelously witnessed; during the tenure of my impoverished life, You could free me this very instant from my shoulders; but please never free me of the unflinching in which they had so handsomely blazed; during the tenure of my truncated life, You could free me this very instant from my lips; but please never free me of the philanthropic festoon of smiles that they had so gregariously executed; during the tenure of my traumatically shortened life, You could free me this very instant from my feet; but please never free me of the exhilarating adventure that they had so gorgeously experienced; during the tenure of my disastrously dithering life, You could free me this very instant from my eyelashes; but please never free me of the unfathomable seduction that they had so tantalizingly blended with; during the tenure of my indigently curtailed life, You could free me this very instant from my ears; but please never free me of the magnanimously enthralling sounds that they had so ravishingly heard; during the tenure of my preposterously ungainly life, You could free me this very instant from my fingers; but please never free me of the spell binding artistry that they had so majestically diffused; during the tenure of my pathetically slithering life, You could free me this very instant from my blood; but please never free me of the religion of humanity that it had so royally coalesced with; during the tenure of my timidly disappearing life, You could free me this very instant from my voice; but please never free me of the unparalleled righteousness that it had so regally exhibited; during the tenure of my sordidly despicable life, You could free me this very instant from my skin; but please never free me of the unconquerable titillation that it had so wonderfully felt; during the tenure of my dolorously bereaved life, You could free me this very instant from my brain; but please never free me of the unfathomably enchanting fantasy that it had so seductively perceived; during the tenure of my fugitively destitute life, You could free me this very instant from my hair; but please never free me of the unassailable ecstasy that they had so ebulliently been a part of; during the tenure of my ethereally nonchalant life, You could free me this very instant from my teeth; but

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please never free me of the intrepid resilience that they had so magnificently oozed; during the tenure of my insipidly dwindling life, You could free me this very instant from my perspiration; but please never free me of the persevering essence that it had so resplendently disseminated; during the tenure of my ghoulishly asphyxiating life, You could free me this very instant from my bones; but please never free me of the astronomical resilience that they had so flamboyantly displayed; during the tenure of my profoundly lambasted life, You could free me this very instant from my shadow; but please never free me of the voluptuous softness that it had so fantastically diffused; during the tenure of my agonizingly fluttering life, You could free me this very instant from my conscience; but please never free me of the irrefutably sparkling righteousness that it had so tirelessly wafted; during the tenure of my manipulatively besieged life, You could free me this very instant from my soul; but please never free me of the humanitarian goodness that it had so bountifully liberated; during the tenure of my monotonously obsolete life, You could free me this very instant from my breath; but please never free me of the timeless sensuousness that it had so Omnisciently perpetuated; during the tenure of my lugubriously faltering life, And you could free me this very instant from my heart O! Almighty Creator; but please never free me of the immortal love that it had so blissfully bonded with; during the tenure of my diminutively relinquishing life…..

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

DON’T BREAK MY HEART Play insidiously with my eyes; eventually smashing them into a boundless halves; and then feeding them to the pack of savagely diabolical wolves, Play uncouthly with my fantasies; eventually metamorphosing them into a web of cold-blooded drudgery and sinfully disparaging monotony, Play ruthlessly with my palms; eventually pulverizing them to disdainfully squashed curry; and then stashing them into the undescribably gory coffins, Play invidiously with my lips; eventually snatching away even the most infinitesimal iota of their smiles; stoning them with whiplashes of utter abhorrence for centuries immemorial, Play heinously with my voice; eventually transforming it into a graveyard of ominously crippling silence; evicting it in gruesomely wholesome entirety from the innermost realms of my throat, Play grotesquely with my neck; eventually reducing it to a pile of inconspicuously mangled shit; and then feeding it to the rambunctiously unruly pigs, Play raunchily with my ears; eventually bombarding them like miserably orphaned stones; making them incessantly bleed till times beyond infinite infinity, Play disastrously with my memory; eventually rendering me the most penuriously kicked entity on this gigantic Universe; making me obnoxiously oblivious to even the reflection of my very own countenance, Play barbarically with my intestines; eventually adulterating them profoundly with threadbare gasoline; and then inviting the unfathomable horde of vultures to have their ultimate feast, Play indiscriminately with my cheeks; eventually excoriating their exhilarating blush into the graveyards of penalizing nothingness; and then mercilessly disintegrating them bit by bit; like an edifice of soggy cards, Play ghoulishly with my conscience; eventually poisoning every bit of its irrefutably sparkling righteousness; into a lackadaisically decaying dungeon of manipulatively bizarre lies, Play devilishly with my flamboyance; eventually converting it into an entrenchment of remorsefully trembling timidness; making me lick fetid dirt even before I could alight a single foot, Play fiendishly with my patriotism; eventually rendering me as the most lecherously disgusting traitor on this unsurpassable globe; with every corner of the society brutally whipping me for my plethora of horrific misdeeds,

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Play bewitchingly with my innocence; eventually dragging me into the salaciously sleazily markets; where infinite parasites traded me for my innocuously resplendent flesh, Play unsparingly with my hair; eventually converting my enchanting scalp into a cacophonically bald egg; with pedestrians spitting on it in livid nonchalance; as they merrily trespassed by, Play demonically with my feet; eventually chopping them with sordid strokes of the treacherous cleaver; and then witnessing the entire world wholeheartedly guffaw; as I staggered like a mercurial ant on every step, Play abominably with my soul; eventually converting its path of unassailable philanthropism; into a despicably wandering ghost without the slightest of purpose or mission in vibrantly vivacious life, Play lethally with my breath; eventually asphyxiating the fangs of my priceless existence with the blood stained hands of hell; removing even the most evanescent trace of my survival from the trajectory of this fathomless planet, And you could play and eventually smash any part of my body; my mind; my soul; as I still had the insurmountable tenacity to lead mesmerizing life; but please don’t break my heart; please don’t lackadaisically play with the immortal paradise of my true love for you O! Beloved; as then I wouldn’t even be accepted by the chapter of death….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

EXCEPT THE DIVINE It was perhaps my despairing misfortune; that I couldn’t embellish even the most infinitesimal iota of your body with a fountain of unfathomably extravagant silk, It was perhaps my criminal misfortune; that I couldn’t assimilate all titillating delicacies of this fathomless planet; into your outstretched palette, It was perhaps my penalizing misfortune; that I couldn’t tirelessly inundate even the most diminutive space round your majestic countenance; with the unsurpassable treasury of wealth on this gigantic planet, It was perhaps my debilitating misfortune; that I couldn’t deluge every step that you royally transgressed; with an insurmountable festoon of gloriously scintillating cars, It was perhaps my lambasting misfortune; that I couldn’t fly you on my shoulders to kiss the profound Moon; snatch every star from the sky to perpetually become the grace of your sacred lap, It was perhaps my treacherous misfortune; that I couldn’t adorn your fantastically nubile skin; with all incomprehensible glitter and diamonds; bountifully studded on the periphery of this mesmerizing Universe, It was perhaps my salacious misfortune; that I couldn’t gift you the most opulently golden mirror every morning; for you to sensuously appreciate every iota of your ravishing countenance; till times beyond infinite infinity, It was perhaps my ominous misfortune; that I couldn’t embed each step that you aristocratically transgressed; with a boundless entrenchment of spell binding gold, It was perhaps my invidious misfortune; that I couldn’t engulf your heavenly sleeping body; with unending blankets of ingratiatingly resplendent pearls, It was perhaps my slithering misfortune; that I couldn’t caress even the most fleeting speck of your visage; with feathers of everlasting paradise; every unfurling minute of the sweltering day and even after the heart of enchantingly fabulous midnight, It was perhaps my preposterous misfortune; that I couldn’t incarcerate every bit of melody on this limitless earth; to unrelentingly shower upon your vivacious grace; for times immemorial, It was perhaps my pugnacious misfortune; that I couldn’t buy you the most extraordinarily expensive

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nailpolish on this unprecedented globe; paint the immaculate budding crusts of your toes with regally beautiful color, It was perhaps my prejudiced misfortune; that I couldn’t irrevocably light the lanterns of your celestial eyes; with flames of unassailable and never-ending prosperity, It was perhaps my tyrannical misfortune; that I couldn’t mold the most Orientally exquisite figurines for you on this indefatigable planet; at the tiniest flutter of your marvelously rubicund lips, It was perhaps my ruthless misfortune; that I couldn’t erect a palace of fascinatingly charismatic silver on every path that you philandered; on even the most obsolete chunk of land that you cast your poignant sight, It was perhaps my indiscriminate misfortune; that I couldn’t metamorphose every inadvertently malevolent element of your innocent conscience; into the sky of unconquerably truthful righteousness, It was perhaps my indescribable misfortune; that I couldn’t commemorate every breath that you exhaled; as the ultimate throne on this eclectically vibrant Universe, But believe me even if there was somebody who could grant you all of the above at the most mercurial wink of your eye; he still couldn’t infiltrate a fraction into your Omnipotent life; or posses you as much as I, For although I might be disastrously penurious; the immortal beats of my heart loved you more than any organism on this earth could ever conceive; my love for you was that undefeated spirit that none could conquer; except the divine…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

ONLY IN YOUR PRICELESS HEART It was only in your heavenly eyes; that I could see tales of my unprecedented mischief; the mists of untamed desired through which I tirelessly philandered till I relinquished the very last iota of my breath, It was only in your voluptuous lips; that I could see the insatiable inferno of my poignant desire; sensuously blooming every time that you eternally smiled, It was only in your bountiful blood; that I could see my irrefutably inseparable rudiments; the most impregnable elixir of my existence; which perennially kept me coalesced with the trajectory of mother earth, It was only in your titillating stride; that I could see my spirit of exhilaratingly ebullient adventure; unfurling into a cloud of everlasting newness; everytime you gyrated your ravishing body under the milky moon, It was only in your divinely palms; that I could see even the most infinitesimal ingredient of my mystically vacillating destiny; Omnisciently maneuvering every path that I dared to tread in the chapter of life, It was only in your majestic brain; that I could see the unrelenting cloudburst of my fervent fantasies; celestially culminating into a paradise of unbelievably fecund enthrallment, It was only in your Omnipotent voice; that I could see my indefatigably unflinching tenacity; which grew more stronger and stronger; as you sacredly chanted the mantra of righteousness; forever and ever and ever, It was only in your silken shadow; that I could see my unsurpassable entrenchment of spell binding dreams; which unfurled into an unassailable reality as you compassionately embraced the romantically swirling winds, It was only in your ravishing eyelashes; that I could see my fountains of boundless empathy; my integral desire to perpetually bond with all mankind; irrespective of caste; creed or spurious color; philanthropically and alike, It was only in your articulate fingers; that I could see my unfathomable reservoir of triumphant artistry; the infinite vivaciously panoramic shades of this Universe; lurking royally in my soul, It was only in your seductive cheeks; that I could see my lanterns of unparalleled excitement; ecstatically enlightening into a sky of fathomlessly ingratiating togetherness,

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It was only in your tantalizing toes; that I could see my final odyssey in vibrant life; feel the overpowering reverberations of time that relentlessly surged me forward to blend with the oneness of all living kind, It was only in your nubile skin; that I could see my flirtatiously prowling childhood; the countless droplets of freshness that I exuded into; at the crack of every melodiously replenishing dawn, It was only in your dimpled chin; that I could see my profoundly effeminate impressions; the insurmountably unbelievable sensitivity in each of my senses; that magically bonded with every iota of benevolence in the atmosphere, It was only in your magnanimous shoulders; that I could see my benign virtues to serve all despicably beleaguered humanity; miraculously mitigate all those tyrannically deprived to the corridors of perennial prosperity, It was only in your sparkling conscience; that I could see my mirrors of unequivocally marvelous truth; the pages of unconquerable innocence that kept turning one after another; in the journey of my penurious life, It was only in your mesmerizing belly; that I could see my uninhibitedly endless horizons of gyrating freedom; the forests of aristocratic enthrallment which encapsulated me from all sides, It was only in your Omnipresent breath; that I could see every aspect of my impoverished life beautifully evolving; blooming into a valley of endless euphoria even after my veritable death, And it was only in your priceless heartbeats; that I could see my immortal love; the true and most blessed gift of the Creator; compassionately throb for infinite more births of yours and mine….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

YOUR KISS Your Kiss; was like sensuous droplets of fresh rain water; magnificently caressing the petals of the majestically blossoming rose, Your Kiss; was like the marvelously young fledglings pecking on their mothers compassionately silken breast; enveloping my frigidly trembling countenance with the warmth of miraculously Omniscient togetherness, Your Kiss; was like untamed streaks of flamboyant thunder in fathomless sky; igniting sparks of unparalleled enchantment on every step that I nimbly transgressed, Your Kiss; was like a splendidly burgeoning inferno of everlasting happiness; engulfing even the most traumatically anguished cranny of my life with unfathomably unending triumph, Your Kiss; was like an avalanche of unsurpassably augmenting yearning; triggering me to take a countless more births to relish its wonderful softness again and again, Your Kiss; was like a mirror which solely reflected the mesmerizing entrenchment of resplendent paradise; blissfully inundating even the most famished pore of my existence with unbelievably gorgeous exultation, Your Kiss; was like a fairy dancing tirelessly in the aisles of tantalizing graciousness; painting the lugubriously remorseful canvas of my life with; vivaciously magical colors of symbiotic existence, Your Kiss; was like the Omnipresently eternal blessings of Almighty Lord; holistically replenishing each aspect of my life with the aristocratically supreme embellishment of; unconquerable mankind, Your Kiss; was like a romantically poignant expedition that never ended; uncontrollably metamorphosing me more and more into a cloud of insatiable fantasy; as the Sun rolled down the hills, Your Kiss; was like a relentlessly marching unflinching soldier who never knew what it was to look back; perpetuating each element of my bedraggled visage with the vibrantly charismatic melody of enchanting life, Your Kiss; was like an uninhibited bird soaring through the endless cosmos; celestially liberating even the most insidiously lambasted vein of body; into a cloudburst of limitless ecstasy, Your Kiss; was like gregariously unfurling dewdrop of beauty; handsomely transpiring me to blend with even the most mercurial rudiments of my past time, Your Kiss; was like the royally galloping panther with

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a mischievous smile; making me gorgeously reminisce all my moments of exuberant childhood; flirtatiously rollicking in the caverns of timelessness, Your Kiss; was like unassailable flames of blazingly crimson fire in the heart of the deadened lake; irrefutably making me realize that life was to be led each moment like a prince; no matter what adversities did acrimoniously stab me in my way, Your Kiss; was like the vividly eclectic feathers of the ravishingly titillating peacock; superbly deluging the fabric of my morbidly vengeful life with inimitable dexterity and astoundingly undefeated charm, Your Kiss; was like the most unshakably heavenly walls of sparkling truth that spawned on this gigantic Universe; Omnipotently substituting even the most parsimonious fraction of lechery in my demeanor with the mantra of humanitarian righteousness, Your Kiss; was like an ebulliently tangy wave which never crashed; transporting every pore of my flesh higher and higher into the clouds of exotic ecstasy as each instant rapidly unleashed into a wholesome minute, Your Kiss; was like a priceless forest of aristocratically panoramic breath; perpetually ensuring that the beats of my existence forever blended with the chapters of proliferation; even as hell blended with earth at every step, And Your Kiss; was like the ingratiating cry of immortal love; unbelievably emancipating me of all my loneliness in mystical life; making me experience the everlasting shine of the divine; on even the most disparagingly obfuscated path of mine….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

BUT ALL THAT HARDLY MATTERED Disillusioned were my distraught eyes; traumatically agonized by all bizarrely inflicted misery that they witnessed umpteenth number of times in a single day, Disillusioned were my parched lips; insidiously appalled by the gory scent of grotesque manipulation; in every morsel of food that they tasted, Disillusioned was my beleaguered brain; truculently lambasted by the indefatigable whirlpools of insane corruption and treacherously abhorrent prejudice, Disillusioned were my dwindling fingers; solely feeling only morbidly robotic space on every speck of atmosphere that they ardently caressed, But all that hardly mattered to me; as by the Grace of Omnipotent Lord; every beat of my heart bonded more immortally with my beloved with the unfurling of time; and I found myself wholesomely blended with her shadow of eternally resplendent truth; forever and ever and ever…. 1…. Disillusioned were my trembling bones; ghastily collapsing as the winds of parasitically unsparing savagery; struck them from every quarter of this Universe, Disillusioned were my beleaguered ears; intransigently shutting themselves for centuries immemorial; as all they heard were boundless screams of the innocently deprived; the only beats that reached them were the sound of the mercilessly marauding devil, Disillusioned were my flailing arms; as all that they ever got a chance to hoist were corpses grotesquely disproportioned; by frenziedly indiscriminate bloodshed on this satanically uncouth globe today, Disillusioned were my withering hair; as cold-blooded demons ruthlessly tore on them from everywhere; with the breeze whipping them eventually metamorphosing into cloudbursts of remorseful blood, But all that hardly mattered to me; as by the Grace of Omnipresent Lord; every beat of my heart bonded more immortally with my beloved with the unfurling of time; and I found myself in due obeisance on her divinely feet; as she perpetually drifted my soul towards the path of priceless righteousness….. 2…. Disillusioned was my asphyxiating neck; as the swords of disdainfully fretful lechery tried their venomous best; to annihilate it into an infinite pieces of

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undecipherable shit, Disillusioned were my crumbling palms; as even the most pristine droplets of sacrosanct inspiration that they touched; had been invidiously adulterated by the acrimoniously power hungry society outside, Disillusioned were my bleeding feet; as every path that they holistically transgressed; had the thorns of malicious hatred ardently awaiting to maim them for a countless more lifetimes, Disillusioned was my terrified reflection; as the entity I sighted in my mirror of my own conscience; had now been transformed into a murderous ghost; by inevitable circumstances and the emotionless world outside, But all that hardly mattered to me; as by the Grace of Omniscient Lord; every beat of my heart bonded more immortally with my beloved with the unfurling of time; and I found myself blissfully assimilating every iota of her heavenly sensuousness; perennially suckling the majestic artistry that bountifully showered from her vivacious bosom….. 3…. Disillusioned were my tortured intestines; as even the most infinitesimal granule of fodder that I consumed; was greedily evicted by the spuriously pompous society that vengefully followed my stride, Disillusioned was my shivering spine; as every draught of air that hit my countenance; had in it the cries of my despairingly penalized siblings; the barbarically orphaned children of my kind, Disillusioned were my frigid eyelashes; as the unrelentingly pugnacious war on this colossal planet; had horrifically crippled them of even the slightest of their mischievously flirtatious fluttering, Disillusioned was my dreary breath; as every ingredient of air that entered my diminutive nostrils; brutally strangulated me towards the last visible nail of my veritably preposterous coffin, But all that hardly mattered to me; as by the Grace of unconquerable Lord; every beat of my heart bonded more immortally with my beloved with the unfurling of time; and I found myself tirelessly dancing as her only slave; to the tunes of her everlastingly humanitarian existence….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

CHASE The sweltering sands of blistering desert; unrelentingly chased tantalizing globules of golden rain; pelting ferociously from the crimson sky, The ominously slithering scorpion; insatiably chased innocuous flesh; dying to infiltrate its nefarious hood deep within; robustly glistening skin, The merrily gallivanting crab; intransigently chased the slimy shores of the sea; so that it invidiously cropped up every now and again; playing hide and seek with the marvelously fading light, The gruesomely dilapidated gutter; fervently chased ravishing scent; to transform its stinkingly impoverished caricature into one replete with heavenly goodness, The miserably shivering night; ardently chased flamboyant streaks of brilliant sunshine; passionately wanting to bask in the magnificently untamed glory of the mesmerizing day, The disdainfully stammering parrot; intractably chased the melodiously chirping nightingale; relentlessly envying its stupendous articulation and inherent charm, The obnoxiously rusty nail; tirelessly chased the boisterously sweet beehive; wanting to deluge each iota of its abominable periphery with unprecedented streams of harmonious honey, The ludicrously fat pig; irrevocably chased the sagaciously bountiful saint; wanting to inundate its preposterously ridiculed persona with charismatic knowledge; gait and grace, The uncouthly barking dog; incessantly chased the alluringly meaty slab of gigantic bone; to celestially pacify the overwhelmingly fanatic pangs of hunger in its savage stomach, The enigmatically crawling spider; indefatigably chased the outlines of its silvery web; endeavoring to make its grip more invincible than ever; upon its sole dwelling throughout existence, The piquantly pepped up racer car; euphorically chased the astronomical summit of the towering mountain; wanting to ecstatically triumph amongst the gorgeously mystical clouds, The obsessively augmenting ambition; uncontrollably chased its royal festoon of sparkling dreams; wanting to metamorphose as soon as possible; into the pinnacle of veritable reality, The tawny eyed clever cat; astutely chased the bowl of immaculately scintillating milk; stealthily creeping upon the kitchen sink; after its mistress had retired

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for the marathon night, The infinitesimally diminutive ant; belligerently chased the might elephant; profoundly enjoying him collapse like a hill of cards; at just a single swish of its tiny mouth, The cold-blooded icebergs; insidiously chased innocently lurking ships; insurmountably wanting to pulverize them to threadbare chowder; before eventually discarding beneath deep sea, The horrendously starved fisherman; incessantly chased even the smallest of fish; desperately wading his net for countless hours; in the turbulently cataclysmic waters, The manipulatively white collared executive; inexorably chased his boss all night and day; applying mountains of spurious butter upon his face and feet; surrendering all his benevolence for sleazily paltry notes of corrupt currency, The fantastically fabulous artist; incomprehensibly chased beauty to the most supremest of its form; trying to assimilate all passionate goodness wandering amicably on this vast planet; in the vivaciously poignant strokes of his paint brush, The newly born infant; inevitably chased its mother till the last bit of enthusiasm left in its bones; frantically searching for that divinely comfort; the ultimate messiah which had bestowed it with vibrant life, And each beat of my thunderously throbbing heart; immortally chased your magnanimously philanthropic love; not resting a single breath until it impregnably bonded with your love; to propagate the essence of humanity for a fathomless more lifetimes…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

TOMORROW’S OF LOVE Before we even knew the color of our eyes; the insatiable flurry of dreams vivaciously circulating through their handsome whites, Our vision had immortally interlocked with each other; as we blossomed into a magnificently ravishing dream which transcended beyond the realms of unsurpassable eternity…. Before we even knew the cadence in our voice; the unfathomable myriad of likes and dislikes that encompassed our visage, Our sound had immortally interlocked with each other; as we bloomed into an insurmountable fleet of melody; absconding euphorically to the farthest corner of this incredulously gigantic Universe… Before we even knew the destinies that lay sandwiched beneath our closed fists; the inexplicable anecdotes about to confront us head-on in near future, Our palms had immortally interlocked with each other; as we unrelentingly escalated as a united wave of triumph and compassion; caressing each other perennially amidst the tantalizing conglomerate of clouds… Before we even knew the religion we belonged too; wholesomely oblivious to our fathomless repertoire of ancestral heritage, Our names had immortally interlocked with each other; as we danced under the enchanting moonlight for times immemorial; while the uncouthly conventional society manipulatively sucked each other’s blood outside… Before we even knew the ideas that rhapsodically conquered our brains; the incomprehensible tunnel of directions our minds tirelessly ventured, Our mission had immortally interlocked with each other; as we unflinchingly surged forward to accomplish each of our philanthropic dreams; metamorphose this planet once again into a blissful paradise… Before we even knew the contours of our faces; the gargantuan armory of reasons for which they uninhibitedly smiled and smirked, Our lips had immortally interlocked with each other; tumultuously swirling into the most passionate kiss ever on this planet; triggering thunderbolts of desire in miserably dead roots of soil… Before we even knew the directions in which we were progressing; the unsurpassable network of paths on which we liked to explore and tread, Our footsteps had immortally interlocked with each other; as we gallivanted exuberantly in an

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entrenchment of mesmerizing joy; uplifting our orphaned mates; to help them reach their ultimate smile… Before we even knew the compassion in the breaths that descended relentlessly from our nostrils; the seductively enigmatic story hidden in their boundlessly augmenting aura, Our lives had immortally interlocked with each other; as we irrefutably pledged not only to celestially lead this lifetime; but stay forever coalesced like an organism and its shadow; for countless more births to come… And before we even knew the beats entrapped and throbbing till eternity in our chests; the unending ocean of aspirations fulminating more vivaciously than the Sun outside, Our romance had immortally interlocked with each other; as our spirits rose as one well above the monotonous discrepancies of this barbarically estranged world; to procreate an infinite more tomorrow’s of LOVE, LOVE AND ONLY LOVE…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

GIVE ALL MY LIFE TO HER Give all my blood to her; imparting each vital constituent entrapped within its profusely crimson persona, So that her disastrously severed nerves got splendidly revived; the instants she felt that she was about to coalesce with winds of obsolete extinction…. Give all my sound to her; donating each iota of the captivating melody in its passionate cadence, So that her pathetically dwindling voice; harmoniously united with tantalizing paradise above the clouds; for enchantingly everlasting times… Give all my embellishment to her; chivalrously bequeathing each ornamental characteristic of my rubicund countenance, So that her gruesomely shivering body; got enveloped with the winds of indispensable compassion; as she sought her sole solace amidst the uncouthly treacherous world… Give all my strength to her; extricating each trace of power entrenched beneath my conglomerate of flesh and bones, So that she handsomely alighted every time she fell; marched towards her philanthropic festoon of dreams; with a perpetual smile spreading on her boisterous lips…. Give all my fragrance to her; evacuating each element of benevolent goodness incarcerated in my persona, So that she bountifully blossomed in her times of murderous distress; reached the absolute zenith of her life; magnanimously helping and embracing all humankind…. Give all my nostalgia to her; draining me wholesomely of each poignant imagery that floated compassionately in my mind, So that she completely shrug all the insane lunatism that had imprisoned her treacherously from all sides; frolicked in realms of her impeccable childhood; till times beyond immaculate eternity… Give all my enthusiasm to her; sapping each virtue of ebullience from my relentlessly racing pulse, So that she triumphantly emerged from her cocoon of ghastly sadness; euphorically gallivanting towards the impregnable corridors of sweet paradise… Give all my soul to her; wholesomely extracting each thread of irrefutable righteousness from deep within my conscience, So that she gathered herself from the devastating ashes strewn all around; bloomed into an unsurpassable flurry of dreams; in a single lifetime….

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Give all my heart to her; benevolently taking away each of its passionately throbbing beats, So that she never felt that she was that despicable orphan deprived of immortal love; dissipating the magical spirit of sharing; in every neglected corner of this fathomless Universe… And give all my life to her; emptying it to the most unprecedented degree of its color and ingratiating charm, So that she existed as the most blissful entity alive till the time she wanted; metamorphosing each of her fantasies into a veritable reality; wholesomely forgetting the chapter of death and abominable malice…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

SUCH WAS THE POWER OF IMMORTAL LOVE It made you uninhibitedly laugh; triggering you to escalate perennially above a land of unparalleled happiness, It made you turbulently cry; candidly divulging the inner most voices of your soul; in each iota of ebullient atmosphere around, It made you melodiously sing; emanate the most harmonious tunes from your despairing throat; although you miserably stuttered to spell your very own name, It made you bounce rhapsodically on mists of enchanting paradise; till the last droplet of blood in your veins compassionately flowed, O! yes such was the power of immortal love; that it made you feel the richest entity alive; perpetually bonding your immaculate spirit with angels above the divine…. It made you wholeheartedly embrace; shrugging all your abominable apprehensions; despicably discriminating united humanity, It made you bask in the glory of unrelentingly untamed fantasy; surreally floating in a magical entrenchment of everlasting excitement, It made you stand like an impregnable fortress; weather the most acrimonious of storm with astronomical fire blazing in your eyes, It made you philander like an innocent child; exploring and blossoming into exhilarating newness; as each instant unveiled philosophically outside, O! yes such was the power of immortal love; that it made you feel like an embellished prince; perpetually bathing in the scent of voluptuous lotus; on cloud nine… It made you believe in yourself; reaffirming your faith in every sect of wonderful human kind, It made you break the estranged monotony of your bedraggled life; reminisce in the enthrallment of all those beautiful moments that you had encountered in adventurous life, It made you soar like a majestic eagle through the fathomless expanse of exuberant sky; even as you made the most nimblest of effort to walk, It made you successful in whatever philanthropic you

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undertook; enveloping your drearily diminishing persona; with tornado’s of unsurpassable delight, O! yes such was the power of immortal love; that not only did it make each moment of your present life a veritable paradise; but granted you the unconquerable tenacity to exist for an infinite more lifetimes… It made you attempt the unbelievably alluring; yet emerge out triumphant without a scar to your robust smiles, It made you tirelessly dream; perceiving and evolving the most wonderfully mesmerizing feelings; lingering bountifully on the trajectory of this colossal planet, It made you benevolently empathize for your fellow comrades in inexplicable agony; treat every element of their pain as your very own, It made you desire beyond the realms of pragmatically conventional imagination; incinerating whirlpools of passionate electricity in each of your indolently dormant veins, O! yes such was the power of immortal love; that it blessed you with the most blissful characteristics to be alive; took you the closet to your ultimate mission in life and Almighty Lord; alike…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

THE WAVES OF IMMORTAL LOVE The waves of profuse tanginess; culminated into a spray of unprecedented mischief; after clashing against the chain of rhapsodically black rocks, The waves of insatiable nostalgia; culminated into a spray of vivaciously boisterous childhood; after clashing against the voluptuously alluring rocks, The waves of overwhelming congeniality; culminated into a spray of blissful relationship; after clashing against the impregnable fortress of seductively scintillating rocks, The waves of bizarre sadness; culminated into a spray of inexplicable depression; after clashing against the marvelous festoon of dynamically flamboyant rocks, The waves of unsurpassable enigma; culminated into a spray of incredulous mysticism shimmering resplendently like the stars; after clashing against the piquantly ingratiating conglomerate of rocks, The waves of unprecedented happiness; culminated into a spray of tantalizing joy and desire; after clashing against the summit of the handsomely majestic rocks, The waves of horrendous bloodshed; culminated into a spray of deplorably extinguishing oblivion; after clashing against the insurmountable façade of royally sparkling rocks, The waves of irrefutable honesty; culminated into a spray of sacrosanct righteousness; after clashing against the titillating mirror of unfathomably magnetic rocks, The waves of unrelentingly augmenting desire; culminated into a spray of incredulously untamed passion; after clashing against the gigantic fountainhead of unequivocally ecstatic rocks, The waves of satanic violence; culminated into a spray of pathetically maimed lechery; after clashing against the garland of astoundingly poignant rocks, The waves of philanthropically alluring charisma; culminated into a spray of splendidly blossoming freshness; after clashing against the mesmerizing silhouette of the unsurpassably everlasting rocks, The waves of benevolent goodwill; culminated into a spray of magnanimous mankind; after clashing against the heart of the diamond crested rocks, The waves of spell binding melody; culminated into a spray of stupendously augmenting harmony; after clashing against the periphery of the brilliantly scarlet rocks,

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The waves of maniacal frustration; culminated into a spray of treacherously menacing suicide; after clashing against the persona of the flamboyantly glistening and crystalline rocks, The waves of perpetual solitude; culminated into a spray of bizarre devastation; trickling disastrously down the ocean bed; after clashing against the amazing complexion of the magically vibrant rocks, The waves of uncouth lies; culminated into a spray of dastardly remorse; after clashing against the countenance of the ravishingly glittering rocks, The waves of uninhibitedly free beauty; culminated into a spray of enchanting enthrallment; after clashing against the silken bed of the celestially pacifying rocks, The waves of ghastly death; culminated into a spray of horrifically parasitic hell; after clashing against the surreally dancing visage of the fragrantly exotic rocks, And the waves of immortal love; culminated into a spray of inevitably precious life for centuries immemorial; after clashing against the oligarchic entrenchment of the magnificently Omnipotent rocks….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

ONLY FOR YOUR IMMORTAL BEATS My hands lived only for your philanthropic destiny lines; the magnanimous essence of humanity which they encapsulated in their enigmatic myriad of terminations, My eyes lived only for your astoundingly charismatic form; the Omnipotent aura it marvelously radiated; even in the most gloomiest of dwindling light, My skin lived only for your majestically royal caress; the unprecedented tremors of unbelievable excitement it ignited; the instant it sensuously stroked my impoverished flesh, My lips lived only for your stupendously rhapsodic melody; the torrential globules of voluptuous passion; which cascaded down like an angel from your nape, My blood lived only for your grandiloquently everlasting smiles; the insatiable compassion that enveloped your silhouette; as you alighted your each benign step, My cheeks lived only for your mystically ravishing shyness; the astoundingly bountiful empathy; which profusely disseminated from your impeccable soul, My tongue lived only for your incredulously benevolent disposition; the uninhibited fountain of freedom which gushed from your supreme visage; rendering it obediently wagging for more, My brain lived only for your fabulously unfathomable dreams; the land of stupendous titillation on which you tread every instant; the perpetual fantasies that you harbored to alleviate all suffering from dithering mankind, My conscience lived only for your irrefutably divine righteousness; the immaculate ideals entrenching each iota of your persona; annihilating every bit of heinously lecherous dirt; from the complexion of this gigantic planet, My voice lived only for your unprecedentedly tantalizing shadow; bewildering me like a new born infant; everytime it appeared and then vanished into realms of never ending enchantment, My bones lived only for your supremely heavenly gait; the impregnable conviction with which; you maneuvered tottering mankind towards thunderbolts of unitedly bright light, My ears lived only for your celestially exuberant sound; putting an end to the most inconspicuous of misery with its everlasting cadence; the untamed ardor in its romantically enthralling swirl,

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My nerves lived only for your ecstatically twinkling feet; the unflinching fervor with which they marched forward; making countless a slave of their unending mission to transpire the religion of humanity, My fingers lived only for your magnificently fulminating art; exploring every inch of its incomprehensible richness; getting perennially entangled in the ocean of its inimitably Oriental charm, My neck lived only for your fantastically alluring belly; dexterously manipulating boundless turns a minute; in order to trace its most diminutively seductive movement, My eyebrows lived only for your unbelievable festoon of countless forms; at times a baby clinging to the lap of your mother; while at times towering above all the diabolical; to metamorphose uncouth bloodshed into a blissful paradise, My soul lived only for your unconquerable spirit; instilling the most astronomically emphatic elements of vivacious life; in organisms even infinite kilometers beneath their graves, My nostrils lived only for your passionately turbulent breath; the resplendence of Omnipresent humanity that it wholeheartedly diffused; to the most farthest corner of this shivering Universe, And my heart lived only for your immortal beats; the mesmerizing rhythm with which they flowed while existing higher than the clouds; and affording the same to their fellow compatriots aimlessly wandering around….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

WHY DID YOU COME INTO MY LIFE ? Why did you come into my life in the first place; igniting the most uncurbed passions of my soul ? Only to eventually discard me like a piece of baseless shit; not even feeling the need to shower a single petal upon my veritable grave…. Why did you come into my life in the first place; drifting me into a spell of unbreakable fantasy; evoking me to dance tirelessly when I felt like miserably stumbling at each step ? Only to eventually romance with another man of your dreams in front of my eyes; betraying me worse than the scorpion could betray its innocent prey… Why did you come into my life in the first place; gliding me like a majestic prince to the ultimate summit of my dreams; inundating each of my senses with profusely ingratiating charm ? Only to eventually blow me away like nonchalant wisps of your pompous cigarette smoke; murderously extinguishing each bit of smoke that emanated with the skin of your uncouth feet…. Why did you come into my life in the first place; uniting your palms in mine; standing unflinchingly by my side even as diabolical hell descended in each ingredient of my scarlet blood ? Only to eventually close the doors of your dwelling coldbloodedly on my face; cuddling your paramour inside; as I tyrannically relinquished each of my breath…. Why did you come into my life in the first place; catapulting me to a land higher than mesmerizing paradise; leading me to the most glorious paths of my impoverished existence ? Only to eventually trip me deliberately from the pinnacle of the treacherous terrain; diffusing the most thunderous chortle of your life; as my body disintegrated into a countless pieces against the rocks…. Why did you come into my life in the first place; teaching me the essence of irrefutable humanity; evacuating my dreary visage from a web of horrendous gloom and unprecedented despair ? Only to eventually trade my flesh for a sleazy wad of currency notes; basking in the lap of insatiable luxury; as I rolled tears of blood from beneath the ghastly entrenchment of chains… Why did you come into my life in the first place; giving me your shoulder to lean upon in my times of agony; blossoming my insensitive veins into an enchanting island of vibrant love ? Only to eventually make me the most dreaded terrorist;

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as I beheaded several innocent with torrential malice; as you relentlessly flirted with the rich man above… Why did you come into my life in the first place; marvelously replenishing the void of my orphaned conscience; which lay deserted on the barbaric streets; since my first cry of birth ? Only to eventually blind my gruesomely even in the most flamboyantly dazzling sunlight; as you savagely kicked me off your life; when I needed you the most… Why did you come into my life in the first place; frolicking with me indefatigably through optimistic meadows of hope; embracing me more perpetually than even a mother could cling to her child ? Only to eventually roast all my bones with satanic condemnation; feeding them to your dog with gusto; as your lips were encompassed with the smile of your life… And why did you come into my life in the first place; stealing each beat of my heart; taking an immortal promise along with my soul to lead a boundless lives together ? Only to eventually leave me withering towards the corridors of ghastly extinction; stabbing me in the center of my happiness; as you eloped once again with another innocent of my kind; luring him with the sleazy titillation in your voice…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

WHY SHOULD I ??? Why should I embrace the satanically lecherous; with uncouth blood stained profusely on their devilish palms ? When I had her impeccable memories floating vividly; in the crystalline white of my poignant eyes… Why should I play with the acrimonious demons; frolicking in their land inundated with treacherous sin and blood ? When I had her irrefutably sacrosanct shadow by my side; profoundly alluring me with its ravishing charisma and philanthropic charm… Why should I bow down in front of the horrendously ghastly traitors; barbarically tyrannizing and rebuking innocent mothers? When I had her divine persona nestling indefatigably in my soul; enriching it towards its ultimate goal; its most unfathomable richness in life… Why should I philosophize the indiscriminately illegitimate essence of evil; harnessing coldblooded monsters to escalate higher than the clouds ? When I had her vivaciously benign dreams in my mind; her rhapsodic fragrance which tirelessly kept casting its irrevocable spell; upon each dwindling bone of my penurious countenance…. Why should I frantically search for hideous crime; assassinating blissful life diabolically from the trajectory of this celestial Universe ? When I had the magnanimous festoon of her humanitarian ideals; lingering in even the most inconspicuous ingredient of my crimson blood… Why should I blend with the torturous winds of malice; weighing myself every instant in the heinously stinking scales of manipulative give and take ? When I had her battalion of boundless smiles incarcerated safely within the periphery of my lips; endlessly catapulting me to an island of everlasting joy and stupendous fulfillment… Why should I entangle myself into the murderous battle for insatiable power; baselessly leading each moment of my life to achieve a stardom at the cost of ruthless bloodshed ? When I had her sacred palms perpetually united in mine; her godly feet matching my every step; as I propelled forward to scrap parasites from mankind… Why should I commit horrifically deplorable suicide; relinquish the last breath of my life in utter hopelessness and unsurpassable despair ? When I her incredulously melodious sounds intransigently engulfing my ears; making me desire beyond the realms of the absolute extraordinary;

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marvelously quenching every benevolent ambition of mine…. And why should I dream of another birth with Herculean power; blessed with a miraculous prowess to metamorphose every inconspicuous stone into glitteringly mesmerizing gold ? When I had her immortal heartbeats imprisoned in the innermost realms of my chest; granting me the insurmountable tenacity to lead an infinite more births in this single lifetime of mine; making me feel the richest man alive; even as I stood for a few seconds on the doorsteps of rotting hell…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

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

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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….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

MAXIMUM COMFORT A writer found maximum comfort in his pen; indefatigably penning and exploring with it the mystical vagaries of this astoundingly colossal planet, A frog found maximum comfort in the well; philandering and rhapsodically bouncing in the morbidly smelling interiors for centuries immemorial, A lotus found maximum comfort in the sewage pond; disseminating its fragrance to the most remotest corner of this enigmatically wavering Universe; blossoming into captivating melody as the first rays of Sun kissed the clouds, A philosopher found maximum comfort in his unsurpassable repertoire of philanthropic books; blending each ingredient of his blood profusely; with the patriotically spell binding literature, A shark found maximum comfort in the ocean; gliding like a majestic prince through its profoundly incomprehensible waters; furtively waiting for its chance to pulverize immaculate prey, A dog found maximum comfort in his masters feet; voraciously wagging its tail as it witnessed the magnanimous entity who fed it with bread; invincibly guarding all throughout the treacherous night; as its guardian snored in ravishing delight, An eagle found maximum comfort in the sky; exuberantly soaring higher than the euphoric winds; nestling in the aisles of untamed royalty and ecstatic flight, A corporate tycoon found maximum comfort in his office; astutely ordering and manipulating people like inconspicuous insects; to catapult to unbelievably dizzy heights, A bee found maximum comfort in its hive; feasting and culminating into magnificently golden honey; diffusing its profuse melody; to all those deplorably deprived, A snake found maximum comfort in its gloomy den; loitering in ghastly darkness for decades unprecedented; slithering ominously as surreptitious darkness; wholesomely overshadowed brilliant light, A crocodile found maximum comfort in the overwhelmingly swampy marshes; menacingly writhing its impoverished caricature; twitching its eyes with a sinister gleam; as it saw humans approaching its lethal side, A barber found maximum comfort in his saloon; chopping unruly masses of diabolical hair; with the astounding dexterity of his piquantly pepped up knife, A politician found maximum comfort in his blood stained chair; embedding it deeper and deeper by the

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unveiling minute upon innocent organisms alive; to shake his uncouth hands with the stars twinkling in emerald sky, A mouse found maximum comfort in his island of tantalizing cheese; delectably nibbling its poignantly appetizing periphery; then smacking its diminutive lips; and sleeping upon the same in blissful pride, A mechanic found maximum comfort with his indispensable tools; feeling like the richest man alive; as he fixed the most perplexing of broken machinery; in lightening thunderbolts of time, A spider found maximum comfort in its charismatically silver web; weaving it relentlessly as the world killed and fought outside; clinging to its slimy strands; like the infant irrefutably embracing his mothers lap, A painter found maximum comfort in his fathomlessly spotless canvas; deluging its silken persona; with vivaciously titillating strokes of the enthralling countryside, A cockroach found maximum comfort near the lavatory seat; dancing in a wonderful kingdom of his own; as time swept well past the unearthly hour of cold-blooded midnight, A child found maximum comfort in the lap of his divinely mother; perpetually resting in her lap; as the planet turned upon him like a ruthless warrior from all sides, A nightingale found maximum comfort in the ethereal mists; surreally solitary; as it cast the unconquerable spell of its stupendous melody; upon all those baselessly shivering by the graveside, And my heart found maximum comfort bonding with your immortal beats; and I felt that I had witnessed infinite heavens in a single lifetime; with each of your passionate breath; unitedly diffusing with mine…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

MY LOVE STILL LAY IN YOUR HEART I might have reached the astronomical summit of bountiful prosperity; assimilating unfathomable wealth in the tenure of my short life, But my childhood still lay profoundly in your impeccable eyes; frolicking uninhibitedly with you behind the trees; wholesomely oblivious to the manipulative vagaries of mankind… I might have created magic; registering my name in the ultimate records; insatiably conquering towering conquests by Gods grace, But my destiny still lay in the lines of your immaculately ravishing palms; clinging incorrigibly to your majestic shadow; as you led me through the ravishingly undulating terrain of life… I might have become a cherishable constituent of all society; with people insurmountably craving for my compassionate company; to any other richness in this gigantic Universe, But my desires still lay in your voluptuously wandering skin; tantalizing me beyond the point of untamed control; as I fulminated into fireballs of ecstatic passion; high and handsome towards blue sky… I might have attained the realms of prudent maturity; perhaps faster than any tangible being; leading life higher than the clouds every unleashing instant of the flamboyant day, But my ambitions still lay in your magnanimous soul; which propelled me indefatigably; to sacrifice every moment of impoverished existence; to the service of dwindling humanity… I might have successfully accomplished the unimaginably impossible; winning the accolades of the overwhelmingly rich; and horrendously poor; alike, But my artistry still lay hidden in your compassionate veins; unrelentingly making me blossom into a fountain of versatile magic; making me explore the entire beauty of this fathomless planet; as the Sun rose fragrantly in the sky; once again… I might have irrefutably won countless a battle; wholesomely freeing my motherland; from the onslaught of the most acrimoniously treacherous traitors, But my inspiration still lay hidden in your intrepidly unflinching gait; triggering me to leap a boundless steps completely blind; and yet emerge out of the most horrific of fires; as perfectly exuberant and alive… I might have rewritten the parameters of history; inundating the periphery of mesmerizing earth; with my unsurpassable repertoire of intriguing inventions, But my dedication still lay in your delectably

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sacrosanct feet; bowing down to your heavenly grace as your immortal slave; and then winning every race in the world; like thunderbolts of ebullient lightening; falling from the sky… I might have survived for innumerable centuries; transcending over all mortals as an angel; who irrevocably refused to pathetically die, But my breath still lay in your euphorically fiery nostrils; passionately living for all living kind; incessantly bonding with all those alleviating pain; with the blessings of Omniscient lord by our side… And I might have led an infinite lives in a single lifetime; proving an exemplary for all those tottering towards nervous extinction; as a messiah that never cried, But my love still lay incarcerated in your immortal heart; and your invincible ocean of throbbing beats; miraculously giving me all the energy to metamorphose monotonously sinister earth once again; into a veritable paradise…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

YOUR HEART SAID IT ALL You don’t have to utter a single word; your mesmerizing eyes said it all; when they winked like the goddess of everlasting eternity, You don’t have to utter a single word; your voluptuous lips said it all; when they ardently kissed; transiting me to space above cloud nine, You don’t have to utter a single word; your rubicund cheeks said it all; when they flirtatiously blushed; igniting fireballs of untamed desire in my soul, Your don’t have to utter a single word; your dainty feet said it all; when they tinkled in the enchantment of the ravishing night, You don’t have to utter a single word; your enchanting shadow said it all; when it swept past my dreary persona; making me feel the richest man breathing; the happiest soul alive, You don’t have to utter a single word; your tantalizing hair said it all; when they seductively swished; rekindling my faith in horrendously withering mankind, You don’t have to utter a single word; your magnanimous palms said it all; when they exotically caressed my shivering skin; incinerating tremors of uncanny excitement; in my scarlet blood, You don’t have to utter a single word; your tantalizing belly said it all; when it rhapsodically danced under the enigmatic wilderness of alluring twilight, You don’t have to utter a single word; your gorgeous smile said it all; making me consolidate upon my ultimate mission of fervent life, You don’t have to utter a single word; your voluptuously rosy ears said it all; standing up in ecstatic exhilaration as I whispered; the most inconspicuously feeble of sound, You don’t have to utter a single word; your pristine charisma said it all; as it ingratiatingly lured me towards each of your ardently escalating senses, You don’t have to utter a single word; your titillating neck said it all; as it rose and fell in unprecedented mysticism; with the unfurling of vivacious

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dawn, You don’t have to utter a single word; your vibrantly divine fingers said it all; when they romantically sketched the most minuscule of my mischievous facial contours, You don’t have to utter a single word; your enamoring skin said it all; when it culminated into an infinite goose-bumps; as I trespassed even countless kilometers away from its heavenly periphery, You don’t have to utter a single word; your fabulous forehead said it all; as it triggered insatiable fantasy in my mind; staring at me even centuries after my death, You don’t have to utter a single word; your astronomical conviction said it all; inspiring me to face the most acrimoniously deadly hurdles of life; without a the slightest shiver down my spine, You don’t have to utter a single word; your immaculate soul said it all; making me feel as if I was just born; as if I had just commenced the chapter of existence; even as I was about to die, You don’t have to utter a single word; your fierily passionate breath said it all; making me believe in all mankind; making me feel every instant as I was forever alive, And you don’t have to utter a single word; you heart said it all; incarcerating me in its immortally sacrosanct beats; inundating each aspect of my existence with unfathomable love; making me forever its perpetual slave…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

WHO WAS SHE ??? Who was she who stole my sleep; although I felt like collapsing like a dead sack; perspiring more than Sun all throughout the brilliant day ? Who was she who made me feel like a prince; although I was the poorest entity alive; rotting in stinking jute; as my comrades danced in majestic silk outside ? Who was she who tormented me beyond the point of no control; tantalizing me like a heavenly seductress; and then living me supremely replenished in my impoverished life ? Who was she who made me crave for more although I had achieved my share from my life; made me insatiably wander through uncanny lanes of the romantically unexplored ? Who was she who made me love every entity on this fathomless planet; when infact I had even forgotten to take my name with pride ? Who was she who ignited thunderbolts of unprecedented desire in my diminutive demeanor; even though it murderously snowed since centuries outside? Who was she who came like an angel in my blood; not only mitigating it from the most deadliest of disease; but granting it an incredulously infinite more lives ? Who was she who became each word I spoke; each dream that I desired even in the most boisterous of light; stumbling on each footstep although I had the most strongest of feet ? Who was she who always invisibly comforted me the most when I needed it; ensuring I irrefutably emerged triumphant in every aspect of intrepidly challenging life ? Who was she who was the unflinching candle of my every night; who divinely guided me to my mission; the ultimate fantasies of my life; even before I could speak ? Who was she who made me witness paradise even in the midst of unruly traffic; propelled me to take birth an infinite times; till I blissfully pacified the insurmountable agony of my dwindling soul? Who was she who made me soar through the clouds like a royal eagle; compassionately romancing with the exotic winds that clung ardently to my famished wings ? Who was she who engendered me to continue God’s sacred chapter of never ending life; making me procreate countless more of my kind ? Who was she who deluged my life with unsurpassable happiness; metamorphosing each tear of mine into pearls of exuberantly enthralling joy ? Who was she who at times became my mother; my father;

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my sister; never making me feel that I was uncouthly orphaned right since my first cry of devastated life ? Who was she who made me oblivious to the most thunderous sounds in this Universe; following her footsteps like an insane lunatic; even after the last droplet of blood had wholesomely evaporated from my veins ? Who was she who came like a shadow in my pathetic survival; became the insatiably voluptuous redolence of each of my senses; assuming monumental proportions more than the divine ? Who was she who stole each beat of my heart; made me feel the richest alive not only in this birth; but immortalized each minuscule breath of mine ? And although I didn’t meet her in this lifetime of mine; not had the tiniest of insinuation of how her body looked; it was indeed the power of her invincible soul; that made me break through each hell; love her forever and ever and ever in a land of the Omnipotent God’s; in a land of ultimate paradise…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

IMMORTAL WIFE At times an innocuous child; transiting me way back into profound nostalgia; as she teased and frolicked on my lap, At times a romantic philosopher; teaching me the unfathomable forms of love; as she danced tantalizingly under the blanket of majestically twinkling stars, At times a voracious busy body; brewing for me the most sumptuous meals of my life; as she perspired like a bull under disdainful smoke that emanated from the kitchen stove, At times an eternal friend; standing by my side like an invincible fortress in my hour of dilapidated distress; as she kissed all my apprehensions away with her voluptuous lips, At times a meticulous matron; imparting me a right to exist in the cleanest of heaven; as she enchantingly purified my home and soul; alike, At times an ultimate seductress; igniting my life with thunderbolts of insatiable passion; as she floated like an exotic fairy in each of my ravishing dream, At times a Goddess of perpetual love; ensuring that I breathed to my fullest each unleashing minute of life; as she inundated every aspect of my existence with her stupendously royal caress, At times a bird of uninhibited freedom; making me drift far away from monotonous reality; embracing me tirelessly in a land of mesmerizing rose and paradise, At times a magically silken angel; annihilating even the most tiniest of thorn from my life; as she encapsulated me from all sides; with the philanthropic warmth of her soul, At times a sacrosanct mother; seeing to it that I stringently accomplished all my assignments of the day; as she became the insurmountable tenacity in my eyes; the astronomical conviction in my heart, At times a revered teacher; maneuvering me with astounding dexterity through each aspect of persevering life; as she herself sacrificed all wonderful ecstasy in life, At times a sharing father; defending me against all treachery lingering around; as she listened and profoundly commiserated with my unfortunate tale of woes, At times a mischievous sister; incessantly teasing me till I fulminated into unrelenting laughter; as she bounced and vivaciously radiated into a festoon of bubbly smiles, At times a thorough professional; stirring me out from

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my horrendously baseless fantasies which led to nothingness; as she marched forward to unflinchingly enjoy every aspect of existence, At times an ardent fanatic; perpetuating me to drown into realms of unending fantasy; as she indefatigably swished under milky rays of impeccable moonlight, At times a magnanimous messiah; teaching me to bow down to humanity irrespective of religion; caste or creed; as she benevolently donated all her riches to impoverished mankind in pain, At times the epitome of beauty; deluging my survival with enthralling entrenchment and stupendous charm; as she gallivanted merrily on the aisles of augmenting desire glistening as splendidly as the Sun, At times a gentle draught of wind; granting me that eternal peace that I had always desired; as she herself underwent all the miseries of salaciously treacherous life, At times this; and At times that; the list is endless but still a fraction too frugal to describe her divinely countenance; as she was everything for me in my impoverished life; she was my immortal wife….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

PARADISE Paradise was in your eyes; if they unsurpassably harbored the feeling of philanthropic benevolence for all mankind, Paradise was in your lips; if they gave a smile to your impoverished comrades in inexplicable pain; flooding their tottering lives with unprecedented happiness, Paradise was in your voice; if it disseminated the essence of immortal peace; pacified the tyrannized agony of the innocent deprived; with the benign melody in your sound, Paradise was in your shoulders; if they hoisted all those orphaned shivering disastrously on barren streets; towards the ultimate summit of bountiful prosperity, Paradise was in your palms; if they blessed all those destitutes obnoxiously battered in life; molding their vibrant destinies; with the insurmountable tenacity of your fingers, Paradise was in your ears; if they profoundly heard the disastrously augmenting wails of the impeccable in distress; gushing like an untamed whirlwind; to be their messiah in their hour of tumultuous discomfort, Paradise was in your emotions; if they were fulminated turbulently for withering mankind; profusely commiserating with both ecstasy as well as pain, Paradise was in your fantasy; if it incessantly revolved round making this planet a better place to exist; culminated into a fountain of astronomical sacrifice and goodwill, Paradise was in your lids; if they enlightened the lives of the deplorably frustrated; winking and thereby triggering insatiable cloudbursts of desire, Paradise was in your shadow; if it overwhelmingly calmed down irascible discrimination; sequestered dying man in its compassionate swirl, Paradise was in your flesh; if it ignited fireballs of intransigent passion; in the lives of those frigidly hovering like ghastly ghosts; without their soul mates, Paradise was in your bones; if they magnanimously bore the load of tangible organisms in pain and traumatic torture; carrying them indefatigably; till the time they acquired the fortitude to construct their own abode in life, Paradise was in your wealth; if it was unequivocally used to alleviate dwindling humanity; scrap the essence of malnourishment and stinking poverty; from the trajectory of this fathomless Universe,

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Paradise was in your blood; if it flowed uninhibitedly for your countrymen in horrendous despair; becoming the unfathomable resilience of their bodies; to fight against evil infiltrating their serene kind, Paradise was in your soul; if it existed for centuries immemorial; combating the devil with its irrefutable spirit of truth; every time that it dared to vindictively arise, Paradise was in your conscience; if it fought for unconquerable righteousness all night and day; towering above the clouds like an embellished prince; after affording the same to all its fellow beings; incarcerated in webs of malice, Paradise was in your breath; if it ardently instilled life in the immaculately lifeless; reinvigorate devastatingly shattered lives with the scent of exuberant newness, And paradise was in your heart; if it took an infinite more births for the person it loved; ensuring that the waves of immortal love; formed invincible bonds; uniting the rich and poor alike; from even the most remotest corners of this boundless planet…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

BREAKING THE STUMPS In order to break the stumps of the boundless cricket field; all that was required was a brilliantly scarlet and royally red ball, In order to break the stumps of the dolorously murky sky; all that was required was gloriously rhapsodic rays of flamboyant light, In order to break the stumps of heinously stagnating depression; all that was required was a philanthropically charismatic smile, In order to break the stumps of uncouth treachery; all that was required was perpetual empathy; which inundated every soul with unprecedented bliss and celestial happiness, In order to break the stumps of painstakingly sweaty boredom; all that was required was exuberantly escalating cheer; towering unflinchingly above the blue sky, In order to break the stumps of morbid blackness; all that was required was an optimistic rays of enchanting light, In order to break the stumps of insanely maniacal depression; all that was required was astronomical conviction in your abilities; a never ending spirit to surge forward in life, In order to break the stumps of impoverished malice; all that was required was uninhibited goodwill; the winds of benevolence which embrace one and all; alike, In order to break the stumps of indiscriminate hatred; all that was required was the sacred virtue of sharing; which made you feel the richest organism on earth; alive, In order to break the stumps of the hideously tyrannizing glass; all that was required was a diminutive chunk of stone; compounded with a dexterously astute hurl of the palm, In order to break the stumps of the satanic devil; all that was required was an inconspicuous puff of the irrefutably divine; ordinary mankind uniting in the mission to scrap crime from this planet alike, In order to break the stumps of the frigidly shivering parasitic ice; all that was required was golden beams of intrepid Sunlight; metamorphosing the ominous avalanche into heavenly streams of harmonious liquid, In order to break the stumps of baseless fear; all that was required was insurmountable faith in your senses; the patriotic warrior lingering intrinsically in your poignant blood, In order to break the stumps of malevolent disdain; all that was required was transparent voices of the

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conscience; blessing all with the Omnipotent power to distinguish between the good and bad, In order to break the stumps of diabolical stinginess; all that was required was a magnanimously open heart; wholeheartedly diffusing the Omnipresent essence of humanity, In order to break the stumps of self inflicted sorrow; all that was required was a bountifully blooming festoon of crimson rose; sprouting into the majestic winds of a new found beginning, In order to break the stumps of criminal disease; all that was required was a impeccably benign society; which harbored the most diminutively perspiring entities; for simply what they were, In order to break the stumps of perilously rotting yesterday; all that was required was an insatiably untamed desire; to blossom into countless more tomorrow’s, And in order to break the stumps of my fervently throbbing heart; all that was required was your immortal love; which gave it the sole reason to beat for centuries immemorial; more importantly a tireless mission to beat for all mankind….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

LOVE IS MAGIC Devils are hideously diabolic, Children are impeccably nostalgic, Miseries are inexplicably traumatic, Waves are voluptuously charismatic, Cuckoos are stupendously rhetoric, Mothers are inevitably sympathetic, Clouds are torrentially colic, Mobs are unrelentingly toxic, Flowers are wonderfully exotic, Villagers are tirelessly nomadic, Humans are diminutively mimic, Dungeons are despicably claustrophobic, Winds are exuberantly rhapsodic, Emotions are poignantly automatic, Benevolent are royally aristocratic, Manipulative are spuriously melodramatic, Perfectionists are meticulously systematic, Lava’s are pugnaciously volcanic, Maelstrom’s are violently cyclonic, Parasites are insidiously dogmatic, Vampires are treacherously gothic, Earthquakes are dangerously seismic, Fantasies are astoundingly oligarchic, Ambitious are unsurpassably workaholic, Dinosaurs are incomprehensibly gigantic, Lakes are beautifully pacific, Butchers are uncouthly barbaric, Critics are ignominiously sardonic, Emblems are sagaciously symbolic, Bombastic are insanely idiotic, Politicians are ludicrously ironic, Murderers are devilishly satanic, Passionate are surreally alcoholic, Forests are boundlessly enigmatic, Trendsetters are mysteriously psychic, Angels are immaculately magnetic, Deaths are horrendously tragic, Traitors are invidiously horrific, Pastimes are intriguingly mystic, Nightingales are melodiously music, Arithmetic is insatiably logic, Rocks are mystically geologic, Madmen are abnormally sadistic, Prudent are practically phlegmatic, Achievers are ebulliently pragmatic, Blissful are diligently yogic, Believers are differently eccentric, Visionaries are masterfully fantastic, Kangaroos are uninhibitedly frolic,

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Divinely are philanthropically holistic, Stones are harmoniously stoic, Stalwarts are blazingly heroic, Hair are spellbindingly static, Roots are tantalizingly aromatic, Prejudiced are irrefutably rheumatic, Stars are resplendently cosmic, Clowns are ridiculously comic, Cherries are supremely scholastic, Silks are gloriously majestic, Clouds are enchantingly romantic, Deploration is dangerously attic, Lecherous are astutely parasitic, Rich are opulently fanatic, Pungent are beautifully turmeric, Orientally veiled are handsomely Arabic, Forces are effusively cubic, Morons are derogatorily zombic, Adventurers are enthrallingly maverick, Housewives are sometimes sarcastic, Soldiers are immortally titanic, Scarecrows are frigidly plastic, Specialists are targetedly specific, Clocks are everlastingly tic-tic, Workaholics are monotonously hectic, Mornings are dynamically optimistic, World is fathomlessly scenic, Suspicious are dolorously pessimistic, Wounds are disastrously septic, Anthems are spiritedly patriotic, Show-offers are temporarily cosmetic, Trustworthy are overwhelmingly phonetic, Mannerisms are prominently genetic, Innocent are impregnably photogenic, Christians are staunchly catholic, Aggrieved are unavoidably acidic, Vindictive are explosively ballistic, Philosophers are brilliantly poetic, Organisms are astoundingly symmetric, Rainshowers are perennially exotic, Smugglers are inherently narcotic, Survival is celestially synergistic, Frogs are disdainfully cacophonic, Cowards are pathetically laconic, Valleys are fabulously panoramic, Hearts are puristically intrinsic, And love is universally magic….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

NOBODY’S EVER STOPPED YOU Nobody’s ever stopped you from profoundly relishing enchanting beams of poignantly brilliant sunlight; just because there already existed the murderously ghoulish night; Nobody’s ever stopped you from insatiably feasting upon the scent of the compassionately scarlet rose; just because there already existed the grotesquely fetid and abhorrently stinking gutter, Nobody’s ever stopped you from triumphantly blazing in the fields of unflinching righteousness; just because there already existed ignominiously ostracizing and manipulative deceit, Nobody’s ever stopped you from intrepidly exultating on the ultimate summit of benign strength; just because there already existed the infinitesimally abysmal coffin of cowardliness, Nobody’s ever stopped you from embedding even the most diminutive cranny of your persona with the petals of simplicity; just because there already existed the gallows of pompously pulverizing prejudice, Nobody’s ever stopped you from inexhaustibly drinking the elixir of perpetual truth; just because there already existed the unsurpassably gory mortuary of meaninglessly decrepit lies, Nobody’s ever stopped you from uninhibitedly romancing with the winds of boundlessly victorious freedom; just because there already existed the treacherously vindictive and agonizingly chauvinistic whip of slavery, Nobody’s ever stopped you from uniting the brutally estranged planet with the thread of oneness; just because there already existed the satanic web of indiscriminately parasitic politics, Nobody’s ever stopped you from indefatigably being a harbinger of all humanity; just because there already existed the delirious devil gobbling humans; animals and living organisms; pugnaciously alike, Nobody’ s ever stopped you from mellifluously perpetuating the atmosphere with the hymns of global brotherhood; just because there already existed the salaciously diabolical cacophony of severely self destructive selfishness and malice, Nobody’s ever stopped you from timelessly catapulting to newer summits of spell bindingly intriguing innovation; just because there already existed the clammily monotonous hole in the belly of slavering soil,

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Nobody’s ever stopped you from tirelessly dancing in the mists of sensuously untamed mischief; just because there already existed the lasciviously incarcerating graveyard of monotonous chicanery, Nobody’s ever stopped you from boisterously chirping with the full and unparalleled fervor of blessed life; just because there already existed the preposterously stagnated and withering dungeon of stony silence, Nobody’s ever stopped you from philanthropically liberating your fellow comrades in unimaginably horrific despair; just because there already existed cannibalistic anarchy in every corner of the sleazily commercial world, Nobody’s ever stopped you from endlessly procreating an infinite more virile of your own kind; just because there already existed the spuriously criminal droplet of perilously impairing infertility, Nobody’s ever stopped you from continuously fantasizing into the land of the Omnipotently endowing; just because there already existed the cobwebs of scurrilously obsolete and obfuscated dilapidation, Nobody’s ever stopped you from forever coalescing with the wave of unshakable oneness; just because there already existed a myriad of indiscriminatingly separating religion on the trajectory of this Universe, Nobody’s ever stopped you from holistically cleansing every frazzled pore of your demeanor with the waterfall of bountifully symbiotic life; just because there already existed the dirt of unbearably venomous dastardliness, Nobody’s ever stopped you from inhaling and exhaling boundless galleries of exotically fresh air; just because there already existed nonchalantly asphyxiating and despairing lifelessness, And nobody’s ever stopped you from immortally dedicating every beat of your heart to the person you love; just because there already existed the shadows of torturously slandering and flagrantly ghastly betrayal…

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JUST FORGET IT BUDDY

You might have sprinkled the most opulent fragrance of holistic sandalwood on even the most infinitesimal pore of your body; since a countless moments before the crackle of fugitive dawn, You might have profusely pursed your lips with the most rhapsodically ecstatic sugarcane juice; till the time they radiated a majestically perpetual scarlet, You might have adorned your wrists with the most spell-bindingly royal wrist-watch; whose untamed effervescence could singlehandedly illuminate the complexion of the ghoulishly frigid night, You might have brandished the most blazingly fearless sword on your countenance; unflinchingly portraying you to be a true soldier of your sacrosanct mother soil, But. Just Forget it buddy. For if her heart really didn’t beat for you; then do whatever conceivable you could; dress so dynamically that the fathomless sky irrefutably blended with threadbare ground; and she’d still commit a countless suicides; rather than betray her heartbeats to love and marry you… 1… You might have embellished your eyelashes with a mascara so overwhelmingly sensuous; that even the most treacherously dumb stones sprang to vivaciously enamoring life, You might have scrubbed your skin with the most stringent antiseptic; making it glow more brilliantly than the blistering afternoon Sun, You might have developed your muscles more effusively than the most indomitably towering mountain peaks; as they came the unrelenting desire of every nubile maiden alive, You might have adorned your charismatic persona in the most fashionably awe-inspiring denim suit; with an aura of unceasing silk ubiquitously diffusing from your pricelessly exquisite demeanor, But. Just Forget it buddy. For if her heart really didn’t beat for you; then do whatever conceivable you could; dress so enchantingly that even the most languidly barren patches in sky showered torrential rain ; and she’d still commit a countless suicides; rather than betray her heartbeats to love and

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marry you… 2… You might have uninhibitedly rolled in a river of Olive Oil; to marvelously accentuate each cranny of your countenance; to the most unprecedentedly enthralling limits, You might have unsurpassably fudged your nape with the costliest chains of gold and silver; twinkling like a resplendently gregarious star even in the most cadaverously blackened night, You might have sequestered your bohemian feet within the most luxuriously regale ivory shoes; engendering the earth to thunder as you gloriously marched in impeccable integrity, You might have shielded the whites and blacks of your eyes with the most magnetically pristine shades of Sun glass; through which the entire planet appeared as an insuperably compassionate romantic mist, But. Just Forget it buddy. For if her heart really didn’t beat for you; then do whatever conceivable you could; dress so triumphantly that every miserably incarcerated ingredient of the atmosphere liberated towards eternal freedom; and she’d still commit a countless suicides; rather than betray her heartbeats to love and marry you… 3… You might have swirled the hair on your scalp to such unbelievably remarkable degrees of jazzy contemporariness; that every eyeball as you wandered on the streets; stayed agglutinated towards you for times immemorial, You might have galloped in such lightening fast cars; that the pulse of every exuberant girl on this planet; felt like climaxing to its best in the land of celestially unfettered paradise, You might have sung such inimitable tunes of effulgent melody; that even the most salacious trace of despairing prejudice in bereaved quarter of mother earth; metamorphosed into a garden of mesmerizing newness, You might have entwined such an unimaginably fascinating snake leather belt in your trouser; that the most enviably tantalizing damsels on this globe; obeisantly bowed down to even the most ethereal of your commands, But. Just Forget it buddy. For if her heart really didn’t beat for you; then you could do whatever conceivable you could; dress so handsomely that the planet outside felt bizarrely naked without a cloth on its body ; and

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BUT WHAT TO DO WITH THIS HEART I could perhaps control my brain; diverting it to a billion other directions of mesmerizing beauty and unparalleled enchantment, But what to do with this heart; whose beats unrelentingly bounced to an infinite kilometers beyond the horizons of emptiness in clear sky; without her magically royal shadow by their side… I could perhaps control my brain; profusely sedating it without listening to a trifle of its choice; with the most efficaciously inclement tranquilizers, But what to do with this heart; whose beats reverberated more thunderously than the most untamed lightening and storm; without her unbelievably mellifluous voice by their side… I could perhaps control my brain; maliciously poisoning it against the most ethereal of emotion on this Universe; everytime it commenced to inexplicably cry, But what to do with this heart; whose beats lost every trace of direction; went ludicrously haywire even in the most brilliantly explicit Sunlight; without her magnanimously bestowing palms by their side… I could perhaps control my brain; treacherously rebuking it to such an ignominiously contemptuous threshold; that it became oblivious to its very own voice, But what to do with this heart; whose beats drowned a zillion feet beneath the coffin of nothingness; without the rhapsodically effulgent sweetness of her existence by their side… I could perhaps control my brain; mechanically attuning it to the mundane vagaries of survival; dictating upon it that the mantra of survival of the fittest was the only mantra that it should profoundly realize, But what to do with this heart; whose beats dimmed to a lackadaisical singleton in the entire day; without her miraculously alleviating aura by their side… I could perhaps control my brain; whiplashing it with the severest of medicinal injection; so that it couldn’t conceive an iota beyond the aisles of mundane practicality, But what to do with this heart; whose beats withered more faster than preposterously slippery quick sand;

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh without her innocuously righteous stare by their side… I could perhaps control my brain; splitting it apart into an unsurpassable halves; as it started to reminisce those moments when we first divinely met, But what to do with this heart; whose beats shook hands with murderous apocalypses of hedonistic hell; without her pristinely humanitarian stride by their side… I could perhaps control my brain; metamorphosing its structure surgically; from one that remained obsessed solely with her desire; to one that nonchalantly moved step by step with the ruthlessly robotic planet outside, But what to do with this heart; whose beats uncompromisingly cried tears of raw blood for an infinite more lifetimes; without her fructifying dynamite of blissful energy by their side… I could perhaps control my brain; neutralizing even the most evanescent of its intricate emotionality; with the salaciously cold-blooded poison of current world commercialism and inevitable corruption, But what to do with this heart; whose beats trembled more vociferously than the tremors of the most devastating earthquake; without her timelessly blossoming fragrance by their side… I could perhaps control my brain; inexhaustibly subjugating it with chains of concentratedly Spartan meditation; whenever it wandered towards memories of gloriously triumphant past, But what to do with this heart; whose beats were rendering me an unfathomable billion torturous deaths even though I was veritably alive; without the spirit of her immortally Omnipotent love by their side…

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DON’T MESS WITH LOVE Don’t mess with lies; it would hedonistically massacre you with its fangs of vindictively flagrant prejudice, Don’t mess with the scorpion; it would so ballistically permeate its venomously curled tail into your nimble flesh; that you’d never be able to raise your hindside, Don’t mess with the Sun; it would burn you to infinitesimal moles of inane ash; which wouldn’t be accepted even by the land of disastrously disappearing oblivion, Don’t mess with the Shark; it would pulverize every element of your countenance to such a pulverized chowder; that wouldn’t be visible with even the most contemporarily high powered telescope, Don’t mess with the avalanche; it would treacherously bury you an infinite feet beneath your corpse; a place so scurrilously asphyxiating beneath the earth; where even darkness dreaded to dare, Don’t mess with obsession; it would maniacally frazzle every sensuously sensitive vein of your persona; reduce you to such a bundle of delirious meaninglessness that even the coffins of hell would blatantly refuse, Don’t mess with the ghost; it would wretchedly jinx you beyond the comprehensions of infinite infinity; torturing you to such an extent; that you vomited raw blood everytime you witnessed the contours of your face, Don’t mess with the storm; it would inexhaustibly lambaste you against cold-blooded stone; till the time your bones felt that wholesomely gruesome extinction was a better alternative instead, Don’t mess with the knife; it would slice you into so many unsparing countless bits; that even the most hideously barbaric vultures would find it bizarrely gory to digest, Don’t mess with the lion; it wouldn’t given you even the most evanescent chance to fulfill your last wish; before it gobbled you like a robust mosquito for its afternoon lunch, Don’t mess with corruption; it would make every step of your blissfully resplendent existence; more egregiously strangulating than the werewolves of ghoulishly satanic hell, Don’t mess with the vampish seductress; she would firstly tantalize you to realms beyond supremely ecstatic paradise; only to mercilessly excoriate apart every bit of your skin; for stitching her compassionate night-coat,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh Don’t mess with the gallows; they would surreptitiously creep upon you in your celestially contented slumber; to make it nefariously and irretrievably permanent, Don’t mess with the bat; it would so barbarously pluck the whites and blacks of your beautiful eyes; that your face would dissolve into laconically inconspicuous space for times immemorial, Don’t mess with the mirage; it would satiate the chords of your agonizingly charred throat till beyond eternal eternity; before eventually making you lick granules of dry sand with acidulous thorns embedded inside; instead, Don’t mess with lightening; it would numb the quintessential nexus of your existence to such a threshold; that even the most cannibalistic swords massacring your head would seem to you as a flutter of a seductive eyelash, Don’t mess with symbiotism; it would sodomize the chapters of your harmonious survival in such a way; that traumatic incarceration would become your sole mantra to whimperingly exist, Don’t mess with blood; it would abandon you forever in the gutterpipe of ostracizing deceit; beheading you as a lecherously parasitic alien; although you were its cardinally very own, And don’t mess with love; it would grant you such a diabolical death for betraying and tampering with its insuperably Omnipotent spirit; that life in any form; shape or fraternity; would never ever in even the most obsolete of birth; accept you once again….

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RATHER THAN BETRAY

It was countless times better to relentlessly stagger in the sweltering heat outside; with the ferociously hedonistic rays of the afternoon Sun making me slaver like a dog on flaming soil, Rather than betray the irrefutably truthful voice of my conscience; and lie like an unemployed laggard in the caverns of blackened nothingness… It was countless times better to unflinchingly walk on a platform of acrimoniously pernicious thorns; surrender the nimble soles of my feet to uncouthly uncontrollable bleeding, Rather than betray the majestically truthful voice of my conscience; and surreptitiously steal onto the sheets of unfathomable luxury; with a nefariously wicked glint in my eye… It was countless times better to shiver bare-chested in the ruthlessly annihilating blizzard outside; letting each bone of my body nervously reverberate till times beyond infinite infinity, Rather than betray the pricelessly truthful voice of my conscience; and indiscriminately force my cumbersome form into someone else’s emolliently hard-earned dwelling… It was countless times better to be unsparingly excoriated by the demonic sword of the turgidly truculent society; abnegating even the most infinitesimal trace of worldly pleasure forever and ever and ever, Rather than betray the peerlessly truthful voice of my conscience; and nod my head like a disgracefully dastardly rat to the gutterpipe of flagrant lies… It was countless times better to scorch to an indescribably ghastly death; letting the chords of my throat scurrilously burn in unbearably agonizing turmoil, Rather than betray the symbiotically truthful voice of my conscience; and lackadaisically lap at the pool of venomously malicious water in the treacherously profane enemy camp… It was a countless times better to lasciviously sell each part of my worthless body; let hideously untamed vultures of cowardly malice rip apart my flesh to their vapid heart’s delight, Rather than betray the bountifully truthful voice of my conscience; and trade my sacrosanct mother for ensuring few breaths of my worthlessly decrepit existence… It was a countless times better to be buried under

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh fathomless masses of cold-bloodedly slandering rock; find my veritable corpse an infinite feet beneath mud even as I exhaled air in the pristine prime of my life, Rather than betray the regally truthful voice of my conscience; and order my impeccable child to carry the load of the corrupt planet; so that I could snore and pugnaciously survive… It was a countless times better to deliriously loiter on the streets without a cloth to engulf my rickety form; become the endlessly laughing stock of every single cranny of this limitless globe, Rather than betray the triumphantly truthful voice of my conscience; and wear the skin of my father like a cannibalistically satanic parasite all my life.. It was a countless times better to metamorphose wholesomely into blind; entirely shut the fangs of my existence to even the most ethereally flickering beam of light, Rather than betray the eternally truthful voice of my conscience; and keep staring into fecklessly wastrel corpses of nothingness; inspite of being blessed with two brilliantly bright eyes… It was a countless times better to rot in the mortuaries of unceasingly squelching hell; let the most unsurpassably excruciating torture in the devil’s land deteriorate me into a scarecrow of insipid meaninglessness, Rather than betray the beautifully truthful voice of my conscience; and break the heart of my immortal beloved; for sensuously alien flesh and vituperatively tantalizing raunchiness…

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WHEN WE HAD FIRST FALLEN IN LOVE

It was irrevocably impossible for me to capture time; as it indefatigably tick-tocked and unstoppably unfurled into profound virility, But the pricelessly mesmerizing moments when we had first met; would forever remain in my invincible grip; for not only this birth but an infinite more births even after I veritably died… It was unsurpassably impossible for me to capture time; at it relentlessly tick-tocked and tirelessly unfurled into magical newness, But the divinely immaculate moments when we had first flirted around pristinely enchanting foliage; would forever remain in my unassailable grip; for not only this birth but an infinite more births even after I veritably died… It was irretrievably impossible for me to capture time; as it intransigently tick tocked and inexhaustibly unfurled into resplendent freshness, But the tantalizingly blissful moments when we had first stared into each other’s eyes; would forever remain in my insuperable grip; for not only this birth but an infinite more births even after I veritably died… It was imperceptibly impossible for me to capture time; as it intractably tick-tocked and continuously unfurled into inexplicable uncanniness, But the wonderfully magnetic moments when we had first inhaled the fragrance of our passionate sweat; would forever remain in my undaunted grip; for not only this birth but an infinite more births even after I veritably died… It was immutably impossible for me to capture time; as it stubbornly tick-tocked and limitlessly unfurled into brilliantly blessing day and voluptuously star-studded night, But the majestically vivacious moments when we had first danced in the untamed rain; would forever remain in my intrepid grip; for not only this birth but an infinite more births even after I veritably died… It was unbelievably impossible for me to capture time; as it punctiliously tick-tocked and beautifully unfurled into a cistern of unparalleled charisma, But the stupendously exultating moments when we had first hidden ourselves into clandestine darkness far away from the boundaries of this tyrannically turgid society; would forever remain in my unshakable grip; for not only this birth but an infinite more births even after I veritably died..

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh It was unfathomably impossible for me to capture time; as it infallibly tick-tocked and unceasingly unfurled into a cloud of inimitably silken enchantment, But the triumphantly unfettered moments when we had first uninhibitedly announced our relationship to the outside planet; would forever remain in my unbreakable grip; for not only this birth but an infinite more births even after I veritably died… It was insurmountably impossible for me to capture time; as it immeasurably tick-tocked and unendingly unfurled into infernos of boundlessly unhindered compassion, But the surreally sensuous moments when we had first invincibly embraced each other; would forever remain in my peerless grip; for not only this birth but an infinite more births even after I veritably died… It was unprecedentedly impossible for me to capture time; as it timelessly tick-tocked and endlessly unfurled into the true spirit of magnificently effulgent existence, But the impregnably heavenly moments when we had first interlocked our ardent breaths with each other; would forever remain in my unconquerable grip; for not only this birth but an infinite more births even after I veritably died… And it was unthinkably impossible for me to capture time; as it intractably tick-tocked and perennially unfurled into the benign goodness of the Omnipotent Lord’s divine, But the immortally untainted moments when we had first fallen into the skies of Omnipresent love; would forever remain in my unalterable grip; for not only this birth but an infinite more births even after I veritably died…

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TODAY’S THE DAY

Today’ the day when I’d felt the most exuberant; galloping unfettered to the ultimate epitomes of success in my diminutively beleaguered life, Today’s the day when I’d felt the most uninhibitedly liberated; floating on the surreally tantalizing belly of cloud nine; for times immemorial, Today’s the day when I’d felt the most impregnably sacred; commensurately coalescing each fragment of my visage and soul with the spirit of the Omnipotent divine, Today’s the day when I’d felt the most unceasingly fearless; unflinchingly ready to face the mightiest of vindictively satanic maelstroms bare-chested, Today’s the day when I’d felt the most vivaciously resplendent; unrelentingly dancing in the heavens of eternal seduction; without the tiniest trace of treacherous manipulative malice, Today’s the day when I’d felt the most brilliantly eclectic; when everything that I even nimbly caressed; metamorphosing into triumphantly celestial gold, Today’s the day when I’d felt the most unconquerably towering; inimitably looming above every other organism on the trajectory of this fathomlessly unending Universe, Today’s the day when I’d felt the most magnanimously benign; altruistically donating even the last iota of my opulence to whomsoever who inhabited my doorstep; without the slightest of whine, Today’s the day when I’d felt the most exotically sensuous; with every follicle of my skin bathing in currents of unlimited rhapsody; even as the Sun overhead unsparingly blazed to its unprecedented capacity, Today’s the day when I’d felt the most devoutly resolved; coining a whole new chapter of my impoverished existence; for an infinite more births of mine, Today’s the day when I’d felt the most unequivocally egalitarian; ubiquitously embracing every caste; creed; color and race; for them being a symbiotically quintessential element of living kind, Today’s the day when I’d felt the most tirelessly victorious; even though I’d preposterously staggered in virtually every other aspect of my life, Today’s the day when I’d felt the most magically sensitive; dissipating into a billion bits of untamed beauty; at even the most evanescent trickle of dawn light,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh Today’s the day when I’d felt the most blessedly harmonious; existing in perfect synergy with my wonderful environment; wholesomely irrespective of my form or finance, Today’s the day when I’d felt the most supremely passionate; igniting unassailably glorious and golden fires even in frigidly blackened streams of stagnating water, Today’s the day when I’d felt the most mellifluously romantic; timelessly humming the tunes of eternally fructifying friendship; even as hedonistically pugnacious battlefields had enshrouded every cranny of mother earth, Today’s the day when I’d felt the most enchantingly placated; as if every speck of my blood and bone could holistically exist without a morsel of food; for centuries unfathomable, Today’s the day when I’d felt the most impeccably pristine; like a new-born child having just evolved out of the womb of my godly mother; and ready to explore the Creator’s unhindered Universe afresh; and full of insuperable virility, Today’s the day when I’d felt the most vividly nubile; fervently awaiting like the freshly embellished bride; to be kissed and discovered till even beyond where the horizons stretched, Today’s the day when I’d felt the most optimally useful; expending every iota of energy entrapped in my demeanor to the service of horrendously besmirched humanity, Today’s the day when I’d felt the most jubilantly charismatic; radiating an unshakable magnetic aura; which drew even the most diminutive bit of peerless righteousness towards my swirl, Today’s the day when I’d felt the most marvelously humane; gorgeously collapsing to the desires of my mind; body and soul; into an inexhaustible ocean of unbreakable camaraderie, Today’s the day when I’d felt the most astoundingly procreating; proliferating into an unbelievable shades of panoramically unrestricted mischief; spawning varied civilizations of colorful unity; with my very own blood, And I still profoundly remember that Today’s the day when we’d first met several years ago; Today’s the day when each beat of our hearts made and meant for each other had immortally bonded together; Today’s the day when we’d stared into each other’s eyes as if there was no other earth; paradise and hell that had ever existed; O! Yes; Today’s the day when we’d first fallen in perpetual love….

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ALL I ENDED UP DOING I went to the tree to get blessed with scrumptiously robust fruit; but after witnessing it already threadbarely barren to the ghastliest of limits; all I ended up doing was giving it the last iota of meal entrapped within the intestines of my stomach, I went to the clouds to get blessed with resplendently tantalizing rain; but after witnessing them turn a listlessly lackadaisical blue; all I ended up doing was giving them every droplet of compassionate moisture circulating within the whites of my eyes, I went to mountain to get blessed with indomitably Herculean strength; but after witnessing its peaks crumbling under the impact of nuclear war; all I ended up doing was giving it every ounce of enthusiasm fulminating in my nimble bones, I went to the shadow to get blessed with profoundly enamoring mysticism; but after witnessing it torturously slavering without the tiniest of respite; all I ended up doing was giving it every whisper of enthrallment embedded in the pores of my humble persona, I went to the beehive to get blessed with insatiably unparalleled boisterousness; but after witnessing it metamorphosed into a grotesquely remorseful corpse; all I ended up doing was giving it every grain of unfettered tanginess in my voice, I went to the Sun to get blessed with brilliantly insuperable enlightenment; but after witnessing it perfidiously invaded by monstrously demeaning spacecrafts; all I ended up doing was giving it every trace of optimism majestically circulating in each of my senses, I went to the meadow to get blessed with uninhibitedly untainted frolic; but after witnessing it rotting in a jungle of concretely heartless commercialism; all I ended up doing was giving it every memory of my impeccably pristine childhood, I went to the rainbow to get blessed with vibrantly mesmerizing color; but after witnessing it reduced to an amorphous graveyard as the clouds encircled in; all I ended up doing was giving it every ingredient of happiness effervescently brimming in my veins, I went to the gorge to get blessed with perpetually blissful silence; but after witnessing it indiscriminately marauded by trumpets of savagely belligerent war; all I ended up doing was giving it every reflection of bliss from the innermost realms of my soul, I went to the ocean to get blessed with limitlessly

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh ecstatic froth; but after witnessing it shriveled into an obnoxiously sweltering desert; all I ended up doing was giving it every droplet of priceless blood euphorically gurgling under my skin, I went to the avalanche to get blessed with astoundingly spell-binding coolness; but after witnessing it melting into rivulets of explicitly warm water; all I ended up doing was giving it every granary of refreshing iciness in my laconic countenance, I went to the eagle to get blessed with unequivocally regale freedom; but after witnessing it lying saddeningly maimed without its wings; all I ended up doing was giving it every centimeter of liberation encompassing my stride, I went to the soil to get blessed with unbelievably unceasing virility; but after witnessing it treacherously adulterated by salaciously power-hungry living beings; all I ended up doing was giving it every essence of my timelessly bounteous proliferation, I went to the rose to get blessed with unlimitedly exotic scent; but after witnessing it gruesomely withered to its ashes in the truculently unsparing storm; all I ended up doing was giving it every irrefutably righteous fragrance of my diminutive existence, I went to the bonfire to get blessed with compassionately insuperable passion; but after witnessing it dying into wisps of ethereally disconsolate oblivion; all I ended up doing was giving it every milligram of my unfettered raw energy, I went to the castle to get blessed with inherently celestial royalty; but after witnessing it rattled to worse than the pauper’s gutterpipe in the devastating earthquake; all I ended up doing was giving it every trifle of my truncated opulence, I went to the clock to get blessed with stringently scrupulous punctuality; but after witnessing its needles having to come to a lividly hopeless standstill; all I ended up doing was giving it every definition of my honest punctiliousness, I went to the saint to get blessed with cisterns of philanthropically unflinching righteousness; but after witnessing him entwining hand in hand with the murderously corrupt politicians; all I ended up doing was giving him every bit of selfless truth from the dormitories of my coscience, And I went to her to get blessed with a sky of immortal love; but seeing that she was pompously rejoicing in someone else’s spuriously transient love; all I ended up doing was giving every beat of my

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unconquerable love to both of them; so that they eternally loved; loved and only loved; and I left for my heavenly abode; to salvage a chance to get her love; if the Creator ever reborn me again; gave me another blessedly beautiful birth…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

BEWARE Beware of the light which barbarously blinds; without the most infinitesimal of insinuation or warning; and for times beyond a whole lifetime, Beware of the sweetness which stealthily poisons; making you irrevocably insensitive to every benign goodness of the Omnipotent Creator divine, Beware of the silence which unsparingly devastates; uncouthly trouncing you like a pack of frigid matchsticks; when you thought that the entire planet had come to a celestially tranquil rest, Beware of the silk which mercilessly strangulates; catching you unsuspectingly in the most mellifluously enchanting of your dreams; and as you felt the heavens of sensuality to the most unprecedented limits in your persona, Beware of the sand which treacherously sinks; burying you an infinite feet beneath your veritable grave; when you thought that you were rolling on paradise; in uninhibitedly rhapsodic delight, Beware of the ice which salaciously chokes; making you perilously gasp for every priceless breath; when you thought that the tempestuous ordeal of acrimoniously sweltering summer had long ended, Beware of the truth which endlessly burns; irrespective of the fact that you were the only one on the trajectory of the fathomless Universe; unflinchingly galloping on the path of altruistically blazing righteousness, Beware of the night which satanically dissolves; evaporating you towards the coffins of hell; when you though that unfathomably voluptuous blackness was the only rhythm of your blood, Beware of the seductress which furtively beheads; indiscriminately pulverizing you for parsimonious wads of sleazy currency; when you thought that you were floating on the ultimate epitome of tantalizing cloud nine, Beware of the star which truculently stones; engendering you to dream beyond glittering paradise at the outset; and then perfidiously blending you with inconspicuously belittling ash, Beware of the dream which salaciously incarcerates; lethally trapping you in dungeons of gory hopelessness; when you thought you were the most blissfully innovative fantasizer on this boundless planet, Beware of the smile which torturously tears; giving the most triumphantly eternal happiness of your life

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for just an evanescent instant; and then perpetuating you to horrifically weep for an infinite more lifetimes, Beware of the power which morosely weakens; manipulatively making you the monarch of the entire world by hook or by crook; and then ruthlessly stripping you of even the most mercurial of your laurel; before limitlessly hanging you from the cadaverous gallows, Beware of the diamond which demonically impoverishes; rendering you as the most disastrously orphaned organism on this unceasing earth; even as you had the power to purchase anything on your nimble fingertips, Beware of the brilliance which abjectly devastates; maliciously metamorphosing your delectably natural treasures; into monstrously mechanized and lifeless scientific invention, Beware of the clarity which forlornly obfuscates; unveiling such explicitly mortifying facts of life; that transits you in a perpetually dogmatic and inexplicably crucifying haze, Beware of the soul which wretchedly hollows; extinguishing even the most diminutive trace of your persona forever from the entrenchment of this earth; when you thought that you had achieved the most invincible state of “Nirvana”, Beware of the breath which baselessly kills; drowning you in a world of endlessly strangulating nothingness; when you thought that your compassionate embrace was more impregnably interlocked than the walls of blessed paradise, And beware of the heart which murderously betrays; bestowing upon you a life more ghastly than a countless disparagingly dastardly deaths; when you thought that you were insuperably perched on the scepter of immortally resplendent love….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

IF YOUR LOVE WAS TRUE In less than a single fraction of a second; she would come to you from even the most unconquerable epitome of the Herculean and invincibly towering mountain, In less than a single flicker of your eye; she would come to you from even the most remotest rock bottom of the unfathomably undulating and unimaginably deep sea, In less than a single yawn of your mouth; she would come to you from even the most obsolete corner of the fathomlessly mighty and impregnably pristine clouds, In less than a single whisper of your voice; she would come to you from even the most sequestered hole infinite feet beneath lackadaisically dead and treacherously obdurate soil, O! Yes; if your love was true from the innermost core of your heart; then irrespective of where she was; irrespective of the mightiest of barricade separating the both of you; she would immortally be yours and only yours; in less than an inconspicuous instant, But if there was even an infinitesimal whimper of betrayal maligning your soul; then keep frenetically searching for her like a maimed dog; but you won’t find the tiniest insinuation of her reflection; for your life beyond an infinite more lifetimes…. 1…

In less than a single blush of your cheeks; she would come to you from even the most egregiously silencing and endlessly asphyxiating coffins of ghastly death, In less than a single flutter of your little finger; she would come to you from even the most treacherously blackened and wholesomely deadened fabric of the ghoulish night, In less than a single tap of your foot; she would come to you from even the most farthest corner of the limitlessly iridescent and majestically pearly Moon, In less than a single unfurling of your lips; she would come to you from even the most blazingly indomitable and intransigently fuming inferno’s, O! Yes; if your love was true from the innermost core of your heart; then irrespective of where she was; irrespective of the most acrimonious apocalypses separating the both of you; she would immortally be yours and only yours; in less than an infidel instant, But if there was even an infinitesimal whimper of betrayal maligning your soul; then keep dogmatically searching for her like a wounded vulture; but you

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won’t find the tiniest insinuation of her reflection; for your life beyond an infinite more lifetimes…. 2…

In less than a single radiation of your brain; she would come to you from even the most unbelievably disappearing and evanescently inane mists of nothingness, In less than a single snore of your sleep; she would come to you from even the most menacingly unsparing and cold-bloodedly squelching jaws of the indiscriminately massacring lion, In less than a single desire of your soul; she would come to you from even the most aridly charred corner of the unsurpassably sweltering and boundless desert, In less than a single swish of your palms; she would come to you from even the most unimaginably resplendent and endlessly fructifying corridors of perpetually priceless paradise, O! Yes; if your love was true from the innermost core of your heart; then irrespective of where she was; irrespective of the most tyrannically turgid boundaries chaining you; she would immortally be yours and only yours; in less than an inconspicuous instant, But if there was even an infinitesimal whimper of betrayal maligning your soul; then keep rapaciously searching for her like a worthless skeleton; but you won’t find the tiniest insinuation of her reflection; for your life beyond an infinite more lifetimes….

3… In less than a single nod of your head; she would come to you from even the most unfathomably stretched ends of inexplicably bizarre and surreally titillating imagination, In less than a single juggling of your fists; she would come to you from even the most inconceivably inexplicable and abstrusely imperceptible places between heaven and hell, In less than a single beat of your heart; she would come to you from even the most profoundly incarcerating and impossibly unconquerable wells of solitude, In less than a single breath of your nostrils; she would come to you from even the most intangibly ethereal and voluptuously tantalizing cringes of the

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh enamoring rainbow, O! Yes; if your love was true from the innermost core of your heart; then irrespective of where she was; irrespective of the most gorily invidious battlefield between the both of you; she would immortally be yours and only yours; in less than an inconspicuous instant, But if there was even an infinitesimal whimper of betrayal maligning your soul; then keep baselessly searching for her like a needle in the endless haystack; but you won’t find the tiniest insinuation of her reflection; for your life beyond an infinite more lifetimes….

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THE SIGNATURE OF LOVE

The signature of the unfathomably poignant and wonderfully scarlet rose; was profusely coated with pricelessly heavenly scent, The signature of the vivaciously foaming and ecstatically swirling ocean; was piquantly coated with spell-bindingly rejuvenating salt, The signature of the overwhelmingly sprightly and vividly striped zebra; was fantastically coated with unsurpassably untamed exuberance, The signature of the majestically proliferating and timelessly endowing soil; was bountifully coated with unconquerably inimitable divinity, The signature of the capriciously infidel and venomously slavering scorpion; was egregiously coated with brutally sadistic abhorrence, The signature of the tantalizingly beautiful and voluptuously mollifying dewdrop; was profoundly coated with limitlessly blessing sensuousness, The signature of the unbelievably titillating and handsomely crimson clouds; was gloriously coated with magnificently iridescent enchantment, The signature of the lecherously delinquent and laggardly salacious parasite; was invidiously coated with surreptitiously unceremonious cowardice, The signature of the ghoulishly morbid and remorsefully lamenting ghost; was disastrously coated with vindictively feckless malice, The signature of the indefatigably ticking and irrefutably infallible clock; was perspicaciously coated with blissfully commendable punctuality, The signature of the lackadaisically pot-bellied and turgidly rolling tortoise; was pathetically coated with nonchalantly wanton laziness, The signature of the Omnipotently blazing and unassailably amber Sun; was peerlessly coated with unshakably eternal victory, The signature of ubiquitously crimson and altruistically cascading blood; was undauntedly coated with harmoniously egalitarian humanity, The signature of the resplendently immaculate and everlastingly optimistic Moon; was innocuously coated with pristinely pearly milk, The signature of the uncannily adventurous and timelessly old fossil; was magnetically coated with inexplicably exhilarating mystery, The signature of the grotesquely funny and ludicrously bouncing clown; was euphorically coated with endlessly uproarious laughter,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh The signature of the indomitably towering and compassionately sequestering mountain; was eternally coated with selflessly triumphant strength, The signature of the blissfully untainted and celestially princely pearl; was tirelessly coated with royally burgeoning prosperity, The signature of the rhapsodically effulgent and ingeniously crafted new-born brain; was spectacularly coated with holistically innovative evolution, The signature of the demeaningly blind and hideously crooked bat; was bizarrely coated with perniciously sinister betrayal, The signature of the unfathomably hollow and thunderously reverberating gorge; was ingratiatingly coated with tremendously unlimited mysticism, The signature of the ferociously roaring and unnervingly sauntering lion; was irrevocably coated with boundlessly unfettered superiority, The signature of the effusively vibrant and eclectically artistic eye; was obeisantly coated with convivially heart-rendering empathy, The signature of unprecedentedly delirious and intransigently destructive mania; was barbarously coated with unsparingly asphyxiating depression, The signature of the blazingly truthful and relentlessly marching warrior; was marvelously coated with magically Spartan fearlessness, The signature of unconquerably unique and blessedly devout righteousness; was perpetually coated with fathomlessly endowing paradise, The signature of uncouthly sweltering and miserably scorching desert; was acridly coated with raunchily pulverizing ruthlessness, And the signature of immortally insuperable and royally emollient love; was forever and ever and ever coated with amazingly sprouting life…

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EVERYWHERE There were an infinite places on this colossal earth where you could place the uninhibited smile; but it looked the most celestially nicest; only on the periphery of the philanthropically robust lips, There were an infinite places on this gigantic earth where you could place the brilliant light; but it looked the most invincibly nicest; only on the Omnipotent persona of the blazingly unparalleled Sun, There were an infinite places on this fathomless earth where you could place the newborn infant; but it looked the most impeccably nicest; only in the lap of unconquerably divine mother, There were an infinite places on this limitless earth where you could place the pristine dewdrop; but it looked the most spellbindingly nicest; only on the tantalizingly burgeoning blade of the voluptuously whispering grass, There were an infinite places on this boundless earth where you could place the boisterous bee; but she looked the most immaculately nicest; only in the majestically compassionate and catacombed hive, There were an infinite places on this unceasing earth where you could place the ravishing clouds; but they looked the most seductively nicest; only on the belly of the endlessly bestowing sky, There were an infinite places on this tireless earth where you could place the inimitably priceless diamond; but it looked the most regally nicest; only in the necklace of the timelessly effulgent queen, There were an infinite places on this unsurpassable earth where you could place the brilliant peak; but it looked the most unassailably nicest; only on the indomitably thundering mountain, There were an infinite places on this resplendent earth where you could place the poignant pinch of salt; but it looked the most triumphantly nicest; only on the magnetic swirl of the intrepidly undulating wave, There were an infinite places on this palatial earth where you could place the exhilarating wind; but it looked the most ebulliently nicest; only on the jacket of the enthrallingly chocolate brown lungs, There were an infinite places on this uninterrupted earth where you could place the humanitarian blood; but it looked the most blessedly nicest; only in the unfathomably intriguing labyrinth of quintessential veins, There were an infinite places on this undefeated earth where you could place the idol of synergistic truth; but it looked the most charismatically nicest; only in

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh the realms of the unflinchingly righteous and peerless conscience, There were an infinite places on this benign earth where you could place the granule of sand; but it looked the most handsomely nicest; only in the cradle of the astronomically glistening desert, There were an infinite places on this perpetual earth where you could place unadulterated curd; but it looked the most Omnisciently nicest; only in the symbiotically truthful palms of the euphorically frolicking child, There were an infinite places on this fecund earth where you could place the uncontrollably reverberating lion; but it looked the most unshakably nicest; only in the arms of the inscrutably bountiful and unrestrictedly mellifluous forest, There were an infinite places on this rhapsodic earth where you could place never-dying patriotism; but it looked the most insurmountably nicest; only on the chest of the perennially loyal and fearless soldier, There were an infinite places on this consecrated earth where you could place the flirtatious twinkle; but it looked the most unquestionably nicest; only on the persona of the enchantingly vibrant star, There were an infinite places on this harmonious earth where you could place the pearls of wisdom; but they looked the most sacredly nicest; only on the harbingers of wonderfully united humanity, There were an infinite places on this mysterious earth where you could place inevitable re-incarnation; but it looked the most eternally nicest; only on the holistic substance of the miraculously ameliorating soul, There were an infinite places on this sparkling earth where you could place the Spartan stone; but it looked the most marvelously nicest; only on the bed of the merrily bubbling brook, There were an infinite places on this Herculean earth where you could place the lines of the destiny; but they looked the most meaningfully nicest; only on the intrinsic folds of the unabashedly satiny palm, There were an infinite places on this redolent earth where you could place the iridescently wondrous feathers; but they looked the most fruitfully nicest; only on the skeleton of the unequivocally soaring bird, On the contrary there were more than an infinite places on this unbelievable earth where you could place the breeze of eternal love; and it still looked the most immortally nicest; wherever you placed it; for whatever duration you placed it; for whomsoever you placed it; if only you placed it from the innermost realms of your truthfully passionate heart….

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AM I UNFORGIVINGLY UNJUST ?? Am I uncouthly unjust in asking the Omnipotently golden Sun; to grant me a just a single of its optimistic ray; that would brilliantly illuminate the chapters of my dolorously decaying life ?? Am I brutally unjust in asking the fathomlessly frosty ocean; to grant me just a single of its poignantly tangy wave; that would enchantingly rejuvenate my hedonistically tyrannized and monotonously prejudiced senses ?? Am I acrimoniously unjust in asking the impregnably boundless mountain; to grant me just a single of its compassionate cave; that would enable me to sequester my uncontrollably slavering form; from the cold-bloodedly freezing night ?? Am I ominously unjust in asking the mystically limitless forest; to grant me just a single of its tantalizingly voluptuous whisper; that would wholesomely liberate me from my apocalypses of lividly dastardly nervousness ?? Am I truculently unjust in asking the astoundingly vivacious rainbow; to grant me just a single of its effulgently glistening band; that would blissfully embellish my disastrously stagnated life with unstoppably unparalleled enlightenment ?? Am I horrifically unjust in asking the ebulliently victorious rose; to grant me just a single pinch of its blessedly charismatic fragrance; that would drift me far away from the world of abominably fretful sin; into a heaven of unshakably silken togetherness ?? Am I preposterously unjust in asking the torrentially showering clouds; to grant me just a single droplet of celestially mollifying rain; that would perennially placate the intransigently sadistic scorching in the realms of my impoverished throat ?? Am I murderously unjust in asking the unbelievably mellifluous nightingale; to grant me just a single of its eternally symbiotic tune; that would splendidly ameliorate me from my corpses of treacherous desperation; to benevolently blossom in my truncated life ??

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh Am I turgidly unjust in asking the majestically unsurpassable Moon; to grant me just a single of its marvelously pearly beam; that would handsomely engulf my every parasitically beleaguered night with caverns of jubilant ecstasy ?? Am I scurrilously unjust in asking the gigantically unceasing atmosphere; to grant me just a single of its exuberantly effervescent wind; that would make me devotedly gallop towards the aisles of uninhibitedly regale freedom ?? Am I unfathomably unjust in asking the tirelessly pristine waterfalls; to grant me just a single of their magically sensuous stream; that would amazingly metamorphose even the most infinitesimal bit of abhorrence in my blood into a paradise of symbiotically everlasting freshness ?? Am I salaciously unjust in asking the inexhaustibly effervescent ensemble of soil; to grant just a single of its truthfully sacred particle; that would immortalize the egregiously corrupt fabric of my existence with a sky of Omnipresent righteousness ?? Am I flagrantly unjust in asking the boundlessly untainted meadow; to grant me just a single whisker of its gloriously unequivocal frolic; that would transit my manipulatively decrepit countenance into realms of impeccably princely childhood ?? Am I heinously unjust in asking the timelessly unflinching battlefield; to grant me just a single iota of its peerlessly invincible patriotism; that would instill in me the fortitude to face the ignominiously diabolical and bad ?? Am I lividly unjust in asking the fruits of perpetual Mother Nature; to grant me just a single trifle of their burgeoning enthusiasm; that would forever squelch the insect of dastardly laggardness in every despicably evaporating bone of my silhouette ?? Am I indiscriminately unjust in asking the supremely venerated cow; to grant me just a single cuplet of its miraculously fructifying milk; that would embody in my frenetically extinguishing form; the Herculean tenacity to stand unperturbed even in the most devilishly unsparing of maelstroms?? Am I venomously unjust in asking the unendingly emollient festoon of air; to grant me just a single puff of its quintessentially vital exhilaration;

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that would transform me from a cadaverously ostracizing mortuary into a breath of victoriously exultating life ?? Am I invidiously unjust in asking the Omnisciently Almighty Lord; to grant me just a single chance of his paradise of infinite chances; which would provide me an opportunity to disseminate benign goodness till the very end of my time; and thus reverse every of my inadvertently committed sin ?? And am I unforgivingly unjust in asking the countless billion rhythms of your unassailable heart O! Beloved; to grant me just a single immortal beat; that would coalesce me forever and forever and ever with the religion of unbreakable humanity; that would make me feel forever and ever and ever the most pricelessly gifted organism alive ??

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

IF YOU DARE TO DREAM If you dare to dream of catapulting to the unfathomable epitome of the mountain barefoot; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of a disastrously stumbling fall, If you dare to dream of unflinchingly conquering the most thunderously roaring waves of the tumultuously stormy sea; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of drowning to the threadbare rock bottom, If you dare to dream of eternally radiating the essence of impregnable truth; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of more than a billion lies truculently asphyxiating you, If you dare to dream of indefatigably traversing fathomless kilometers on soil; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of belligerently ballistic thorns; perniciously permeating you at your every stride, If you dare to dream of evolving a civilization of undefeatable newness every unfurling minute of your existence; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of treacherously maligned exhaustion sapping every ingredient of temerity in your brain, If you dare to dream of unequivocally uniting the entire planet in the religion of ubiquitously symbiotic humanity; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of indiscriminately massacring fanaticism salaciously impeding you left; right and center, If you dare to dream of entirely dedicating every unveiling instant of your life to inexhaustibly writing spell-binding poetry; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of pragmatically explicit reality orphaning you for the remainder of your life, If you dare to dream of merrily frolicking in majestic white lightening; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of being scorched to threadbarely inane particles of obsolete dust, If you dare to dream of fearlessly living in the mortuary yard all alone and bare-chested; then be also

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wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of sadistically sardonic ghosts imperiling your progress every now and again, If you dare to dream of royally marching on the trajectory of the blazingly Golden Sun; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of being unsparingly burnt to the very last bone of your nimble spine, If you dare to dream of incessantly singing like the triumphantly mellifluous nightingale; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of being viciously attacked by the discordantly croaking owls and frogs, If you dare to dream of peerlessly existing an infinite feet beneath hard ground; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of facing the onslaught of horrendously maiming blackness and indescribably ignominious gloom, If you dare to dream of singlehandedly brandishing your sword towards victory in the unsurpassably menacing battlefield; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of flagrantly castrated defeat staring right into the whites of your eye, If you dare to dream of metamorphosing every bit of impoverishedly dying desert into lush green meadows of perennially unparalleled happiness; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of licentiously slippery sand sinking you down towards your grave, If you dare to dream of sketching everything on this colossal Universe till the end of your time; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of tears of untamed agony; welling ferociously up the dormitories of your soul, If you dare to dream of relentlessly meditating the hymns of everlasting symbiotism every cascading breath of your life; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of libidinous diabolism sporadically perpetuating your mind and soul, If you dare to dream of being the most righteously wealthiest organism on this boundless earth; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of dastardly prejudiced corruption crucifying you to the goriest thresholds of hell, If you dare to dream of unstoppably marching towards the peaks of invincibly benign success; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of raunchily incarcerating sleep intermittently obfuscating your senses and eyes, And if you dare to dream of timelessly falling in

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh pricelessly perpetual love; then be also wholesomely prepared for every tangible and intangible likelihood of lasciviously sodomizing betrayal; hurling you right back to the very point you had compassionately kissed and started…

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THE LANGUAGE OF MY HEART The language of my lips was uninhibited happiness; compassionately nibbling every element of rhapsodic goodness; that euphorically swam in the panoramic atmosphere, The language of my eyes was unceasing empathy; a perennially untainted desire to amalgamate my impoverished being; with every conceivable fraternity of living society, The language of my chin was endless mischief; eternally frolicking with countless nubile maidens on the pristine sea shores; enlightening even the most inane iota of morbid gloom in the atmosphere, The language of my cheeks was tantalizingly embarrassed euphoria; erupting into a fathomless gallery of nimble goose-bumps; as when the ebulliently fantastic winds of unadulterated autumn gushed in upon the freshly embellished bride, The language of my shoulders was altruistic philanthropism; tirelessly hoisting my fellow comrades in inclement distress; towards the paradise of their very own choice, The language of my fingers was untamed artistry; insatiably evolving a glorious civilization of panoramic beauty; out of inconspicuously threadbare wilderness, The language of my armpits was emolliently hard earned perspiration; the feeling of unsurpassably mollifying contentment of having relentlessly strived forward to blissfully conserve my diminutive existence, The language of my feet was timelessly inexhaustible adventure; tirelessly philandering upon even the most evanescent cranny of god’s wonderfully enchanting creation, The language of my stomach was inevitably symbiotic hunger; marvelously replenishing the egregiously tyrannized intestines inside; with the bounteously scrumptious fruits of eternal mother nature, The language of my brain was fathomlessly never-ending fantasy; with not the slightest bit of jejunely treacherous monotony daring to perpetuate it for times immemorial, The language of my bones was unflinchingly blazing patriotism; expending the last ounce of energy trapped within them to the service of their limitlessly sacrosanct motherland,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh The language of my shadow was satiny sensuousness; tantalizing even the most parasitically alien into an unending whirlpool of astoundingly invincible ecstasy, The language of my palms was unavoidably unraveling destiny; transcending above every aspect of my incessant struggle for propitiously mesmerizing existence, The language of my eyelashes was mischievously flirtatious winking; rejoicing the unassailably divine moments of newborn infanthood; even when I had nurtured into perilous greyness of complete manhood, The language of my blood was pricelessly impregnable humanity; celestially coalescing with every construable element of living kind; for an infinite more births yet of mine, The language of my throat was synergistic melody; tranquilly inundating every lugubriously nonchalant particle of the atmosphere; with the undefeatable chorus of uninhibitedly united brotherhood, The language of my persona was amazing procreation; endeavoring my very best in continuing god’s chapter of venerated evolution; till the absolutely irrevocable end of my breath, The language of my conscience was irrefutably unshakable truth; perpetually traversing on the path of egalitarian silken righteousness; even as holocausts of hell viciously stabbed the soil of earth, The language of my nostrils was quintessentially life-yielding breath; compassionately embracing every living organism in whirlpools of vivaciously beautiful desire, And the language of my heart was immortally Omnipotent love; forever and ever and ever bonding with the beats of my unconquerable beloved; till centuries unprecedented even after my this birth and the destined corpse of my death…

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DOESN’T STOP YOU Just because you weren’t able to unassailably transcend beyond the epitome of the brilliantly flaming Sun; in your very first go, Doesn’t stop you from atleast euphorically feasting in the mystically frolicking beam of light; outside your terrestrially bucolic bedroom window… Just because you weren’t able to handsomely sail on the trajectory of the rhapsodically turbulent sea’s; in your very first go, Doesn’t stop you from atleast mischievously splashing in the resplendently shimmering oasis; outside your terrestrially holistic bedroom window… Just because you weren’t able to triumphantly catapult to the most unfathomable apogee of Everest; in your very first go, Doesn’t stop you from atleast merrily philandering on the ebulliently rain-soaked meadow; outside your terrestrially simplistic bedroom window… Just because you weren’t able to inimitably memorize every ounce of sacred literature on this fathomless planet; in your very first go, Doesn’t stop you from atleast deciphering the randomly motley elements of benign goodness; outside your terrestrially altruistic bedroom window… Just because you weren’t able to majestically over-topple even the most ethereal iota of evil from the trajectory of this boundlessly burgeoning planet; in your very first go, Doesn’t stop you from atleast unsparingly pulverizing each salaciously blood-sucking parasite; outside your terrestrially diminutive bedroom window… Just because you weren’t able to unconquerably disseminate the essence of perennially blessing truth to the farthest corner of the Universe; in your very first go, Doesn’t stop you from atleast perpetuating the heaven of unflinching righteousness into every dastardly beleaguered soul; outside your terrestrially mercurial bedroom window… Just because you weren’t able to aristocratically liberate the entire emolliently effulgent earth from the clutches of diabolical slavery; in your very first go, Doesn’t stop you from atleast wonderfully ameliorating the haplessly tyrannized and gruesomely crying; outside your terrestrially inconspicuous bedroom window…. Just because you weren’t able to unshakably coalesce the tirelessly proliferating earth in the religion of

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh humanity; in your very first go, Doesn’t stop you from atleast compassionately embracing every fraternity of religion alike; outside your terrestrially insignificant bedroom window… Just because you weren’t able to inexhaustibly run faster than the speed of electric white lightening; in your very first go, Doesn’t stop you from atleast selflessly transporting every single destitute orphan to the destination of its choice; outside your terrestrially evanescent bedroom window… Just because you weren’t able to perpetually embed your footsteps on the paradise of unlimited happiness; in your very first go, Doesn’t stop you from atleast igniting an uninhibitedly wholehearted smile on the faces of all those unfortunately emaciating; outside your terrestrially tiny bedroom window…. Just because you weren’t able to undauntedly surpass the richest on this endlessly augmenting Universe; in your very first go, Doesn’t stop you from atleast symbiotically assimilating the priceless treasures of mother nature; outside your terrestrially clandestine bedroom window… Just because you weren’t able to be an astoundingly unparalleled exemplary in every conceivable facet of life; in your very first go, Doesn’t stop you from atleast diffusing the uniqueness of your blessed creation to every venomously extinguishing; outside your terrestrially cloistered bedroom window… Just because you weren’t able to royally chew indomitable rocks of steel; in your very first go, Doesn’t stop you from atleast mollifying the unsurpassably famished intestines of your stomach with the fruits of divine nature; outside your terrestrially obfuscated bedroom window… Just because you weren’t able to pass charismatically unscathed through the most unfathomably blistering of fires; in your very first go, Doesn’t stop you from atleast blissfully uplifting despairingly terrorized civilization; outside your terrestrially subjugated bedroom window… Just because you weren’t able to sight the unbelievably everlasting wonders of this limitless Universe; in your very first go, Doesn’t stop you from atleast convivially enlightening all those despondently blind; outside your terrestrially sandwiched window… Just because you weren’t able to magnetically spell bound the indefatigably blossoming planet with the power of your voice; in your very first go, Doesn’t stop you from atleast timelessly singing for

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all those inevitably nearing their corpse; outside your terrestrially robotic bedroom window… Just because you weren’t able to become the most invincibly towering entity on this mystically sacrosanct earth; in your very first go, Doesn’t stop you from atleast benevolently protecting the rights of all those hedonistically divested; outside your terrestrially slavering bedroom window… Just because you weren’t able to peerlessly write the destiny of this unlimitedly redolent globe; in your very first go, Doesn’t stop you from atleast sagaciously educating all those treacherously illiterate; outside your terrestrially cornered bedroom window… Just because you weren’t able to unrestrictedly lead an infinite more lives; in your very first go, Doesn’t stop you from atleast exhaling a single unabashedly humanitarian breath; outside your terrestrially fugitive bedroom window… And just because you weren’t able to impregnably acquire every speck of love on this fragrantly jubilant Universe; in your very first go, Doesn’t stop you from atleast immortally bonding the beats of your heart with a single truthfully vibrant girl; outside your terrestrially small bedroom window…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

NO TRAINING Train your mind in such a way; that whenever it fantasized; it was only a river of altruistically ameliorating goodness; effulgently basking in the amazingly panoramic colors of living kind, Train your hands in such a way; that whenever they rose; it was only for invincibly defending every fraternity of humanity; and even after they sunk an infinite feet beneath their morbid graves, Train your lips in such a way; that whenever they handsomely stretched; it was only for disseminating a wave of eternally fructifying happiness; in every dolorously usurped ingredient of the tyrannized atmosphere, Train your feet in such a way; that whenever they traversed; it was only for pulverizing even the most infinitesimal trace of parasitic diabolism; with the scepter of blazingly unparalleled righteousness, Train your stomach in such a way; that whenever it growled; it was only for consuming the propitiously plentiful fruits of everlastingly proliferating mother nature; without shedding a droplet of cannibalistically macabre blood, Train your eyes in such a way; that whenever they opened; it was only for sighting God’s incredulously eclectic beauty of creation; gregariously empathizing with every symbiotically breathing living being; celestially alike, Train your fingers in such a way; that whenever they wrote; it was only the message or irrefutably unconquerable truth; the message of priceless togetherness which touched the hearts of one and all alike, Train your tongue in such a way; that whenever it unfurled; it was only for singing in holistic synergy with the countless tunes of the timelessly blessing atmosphere; mollifying even the most traumatized of agony with unbelievably ecstatic melody, Train your shoulders in such a way; that whenever they hoisted; it was only for mitigating boundless devastated urchins from the corpses of hedonistic slavery; to the paradise of compassionately unceasing oneness, Train your conscience in such a way; that whenever it whispered; it was only for immortalizing the heaven of truth; without the tiniest innuendo of devilishly decrepit guilt, Train your eyelashes in such a way; that whenever they winked; it was only for cavorting with their innocuously pristine counterparts; in perfect tandem with the vivaciously shimmering rays of the

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Omnipotently orange Sun, Train your shadow in such a way; that whenever it wafted; it was only for providing unsurpassably bounteous reprieve to the drearily lambasted traveler; for magically restoring the equanimity of lugubriously estranged mankind, Train your eyebrows in such a way; that whenever they danced; it was only for profoundly enlightening several besieged with gorily cancerous disease; amuse the tawdrily fretting corridors of monotony to the most unprecedented limits, Train your ears in such a way; that whenever they sprang; it was only for imbibing the tunes of brilliantly victorious unity; synergistically assimilating every speck of coalescing consanguinity on this earth around, Train your bones in such a way; that whenever they itched; it was only for endlessly preserving the majestically unfathomable treasures of Lord’s creation; for bonding into a mountain of insuperably philanthropic friendship, Train your soul in such a way; that whenever it yearned; it was only for being insurmountably magnetized by the exhilaration of sacrosanct existence; culminating into a wind of eternal freshness even after veritable death, Train your throat in such a way; that whenever it wailed; it was only for beautifully slurping the mists of tantalizing sensuousness; which would keep it magnificently young even as its burial in the dastardly grave, Train your nostrils in such a way; that whenever they exhaled; it was only for perpetuating a sky of unflinchingly patriotic camaraderie; in every speck of ghastily barren space on this lecherously deteriorating globe, But leave the emollient beats of your passionate heart perpetually free; for if you trained them they would learn to manipulate and cheat; while freedom would allow them to spread love; love and only immortal love; as fathomlessly as the Creator had created them to be…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

ITS ALL THERE IN YOUR HEART Something as sweet as hot chocolate; delectable crusts of cherry pudding strewn bountifully on shoots of fresh green grass, Something as mystical as the densely foliated jungles; wild outgrowths of rampant creepers scintillating under the tenacious beams of pearly moonlight, Something as gentle as the cascading waterfall; bursting into a billion droplets of tantalizing froth after nimbly clashing against the cold chain of rocks, Something as turbulent as the fulminating volcano; sprouting into infinite shades of emerald light, Wait! Wait! Wait!. You don’t have to visit heaven for all that; for believe me; its all there neatly trapped in your heart! Something as soft as pure velvet strings dangling merrily in the air; a couch embedded profusely with mesmerizing fluff, Something as tangy as vivacious ocean salt; the poignant granules of silver sands found in abundance on the silken shores, Something as opulent as the entire dungeon inundated with shimmering pearls; radiating austerely in the eerie blanket of darkness, Something as flamboyant as the blistering Sun; blazing its way ferociously through the dolorous doom hovering in every remotely obsolete corner of the earth, Wait! Wait! Wait! You don’t have to visit heaven for all that; for believe me; its all there passionately wandering in your heart! Something as colorful as the resplendent rainbow; casting its astoundingly spell binding spell in the colossal sky, Something as animatedly boisterous as pelting globules of rain; thunderclouds in space engulfed with streaks of crimson lightening, Something as effusive as a river of sparkling tears gushing down rubicund cheek; basking in the glory of inner most emotions encompassing nostalgic childhood, Something as invincible as the wall of immortal love; perpetually safe against any hostile attack ever conceivable in this world, Wait! Wait! Wait! You don’t have to visit heaven for all that; for believe me; its all there swelling

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cyclonically in your heart! Something faster than the speed of light; traversing across the globe like infinite bullets whizzing past at a time, Something more seductive than the most ravishing of fruit; more delicious crusts of honey to gulp and consume, Something as aromatic as the scarletly robust rose; profusely disseminating its scent with overwhelming equanimity in the dolorously dull wind drifting around, Something larger than any dimension; richer than any individual; stronger than any evil towering till the cosmos; as sacred as God who evolved the first human; unsolicitedly harboring all the love that was ever prevalent in this Universe, Wait! Wait! Wait! You don’t have to visit heaven for all that; for believe me; its all there naturally and blissfully proliferating every second in your heart!!!

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

LETS LOVE EACH OTHER Lets pay a deaf ear to the monotonous society; sing and dance in the aisles of incomprehensible desire, Lets clamber up the remote hills entirely sequestered from this world; taste the fruits of nature with untamed relish, Lets swim uninhibitedly in the swirling oceans abreast the dolphins; shrugging off all norms of this mercenary planet, Lets clear a path of our own through the dense forests; bid adieu forever to this pompously civilized society, Lets roll in the slippery mud with rampant frenzy; bond our hearts for centuries unfathomable; oblivious from the beats of this spurious township, Lets speak to our hearts content in the most thunderous of our rustic voices; not perturbed the slightest by the globe's sanctimoniously sophisticated sounds, Lets gallivant like dreamy philanderers through the glamorous farm fields; leaving the vain adornment and bombastic décor of the city entirely to its own, Lets stare at each other for hours immemorial; not floundering the tiniest by manipulative citizens collecting currency coins below, Lets sob effusively in the realms of unsurpassable ecstasy; sharing our joy and wholesomely untouched by the orthodox bickering of this narrow minded society, Lets perpetually entwine our fingers with each other; stand audaciously to confront the most mightiest challenge of dispersed humanity, Lets kiss passionately till times greater than infinity; as the conventional world looked dumbfounded and abused us for violating their baseless string of hollow ethics, Lets stay awake all night admiring the resplendent blanket of stars with our breaths descending compassionately on each other; and the society fast asleep adhering to its worthless set of norms, Lets keep tirelessly laughing till our jaws ached; enjoying each moment of life bestowed upon us by Almighty lord; while the world outside frantically searched for more avenues of growth and greedy popularity, Lets walk on our heads upside down relishing the cool air wildly slap past our naked chests; far apart from the society which thought boundless times; even before walking on solid foot, Lets tear apart food with our immaculate fingers; sip water from the springs with rejuvenated gusto; while

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the world outside wasted countless hours; lost in a myriad of shimmering forks and spoons, Lets splash our bodies with garishly striped gypsy paint; while the society sighed in exasperation to find the pretentious cotton of their choice, Lets suckle our thumbs like new born infants; nostalgically reminiscing memories of our innocent childhood; while the world whispered drearily trying to incessantly replicate Royal tunes, Lets perch like the boisterous sparrows on escalating treetops; profoundly fantasize about the creation of this mesmerizing Universe; while the society glued itself to insurmountably boring politics on giant television, Lets sleep by the river side with the waves gently lapping to our toes; while the world stuffed itself under an armory of sheep skin and obnoxiously bulky quilts, Most importantly lets love each other; locked immortally in the boundaries of invincible romance; no matter what the extraneous world said or did; no matter how brutally we were whipped for not following rules of the society; no matter how pathetically the entire planet ended with man gobbling man on the pretext of religion and entity…..

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

HER SLAVE, HER ADMIRER, HER LOVER Although I hoisted my hands to emboss the scriptures of tomorrow; incorrigibly taking a pledge to pen down all the mesmerizing beauty of this Universe, However all I ended up doing was; inundating infinite sheets of paper with her irrefutably sacrosanct name…. Although I opened my lips to sing the most enchanting song on this planet; emulate the mesmerizing nightingale to evolve a river of melodious tunes, However all I ended up doing was; chanting her virtues till times immemorial; falling in an unrelenting reverie on the ground; with volcano's of her voluptuous grace fulminating at the back of my mind…. Although I pulled my eyes open to wander in boundless directions in this world; explore the most enigmatically swirling fantasies rising handsomely towards the sky, However all I ended up doing was; riveting them on her dwelling; profusely admiring her sleeping like an celestially innocuous angel under the blanket of resplendently twinkling stars… Although I opened my mouth to relish the festoon of succulent cherries strewn majestically in the fields; languish in the aisles of untamed desire; after sipping sparkling stream water, However all I ended up doing was; chewing my own fingers in profuse anticipation; as I anxiously waited for her stupendously royal shadow to sweep past the contours of my face…. Although I alighted my foot from domains of insurmountable laziness; to trespass through each cranny of this fathomless globe; lead my life to most excitingly unprecedented limits, However all I ended up doing was; incessantly circle around her house all night and day; trying my best to annihilate even the slightest insinuation of evil lingering in vicinity…. Although I unleashed my ears to hear the fathomless myriad of sounds hovering nimbly in the atmosphere; decipher the intriguing puzzles of mother nature, However all I ended up doing was; target all my senses profoundly to the cadence of her voice; wholesomely dedicate each birth of mine to every word she uttered…. Although I unveiled my mind to tackle the most mystical battles offered by pragmatic life; coin solutions to the inexorably inexplicable problems loitering around, However all I ended up doing was; dreaming about her

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euphorically boisterous countenance till decades unfathomable; entwine myself in mind; body and soul with her immortal spirit… Although I ripped apart my heart; trying to share all its philanthropic goodness with each organism created in harmonious unison by the Almighty Creator, However all I ended up doing was; incarcerate her divinely image in for times beyond existence in each of its thunderous beat…. And although I unfurled my breath in passionate exultation to lead each instant of destined life; persevere to the most astronomical heights; to achieve the ambitions of my holistic survival, However all I ended up doing was; surrendering in wholesome entirety to her impeccably heavenly feet; remaining her slave; her admirer; her lover; for countless more births yet to come….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

BORN ONLY TO Both of us were born only to play with each other, uninhibitedly philander in the aisles of timeless beauty and insatiable desire; behind the honey soaked meadows of the eternal hills, Both of us were born only to discover each other; unrelentingly bond ourselves in the mists of untamed sensuousness; as tumblers of torrentially golden rain pelted mystically from the fathomless sky, Both of us were born only to caress each other; intransigently envelop our nimbly shivering bodies with the winds of perennially augmenting passion; seductively arouse the most morbidly deadened pores of my crimson skin, Both of us were born only to admire each other; stoop down in due adulation of God’s most ravishingly blessed creation; perpetually surging ahead in life under the carpet of golden sunshine, Both of us were born only to share with each other; amicably exploring all the versatility hidden in our benign souls; ubiquitously disseminating the same to even the most obliviously remote corner of this gigantic Universe, Both of us were born only to wink at each other; mischievously reminisce the most gloriously cherished memories of our blissful childhood; timelessly gallivant through the aisles of innocently unlimited fantasy, Both of us were born only to surge forward with each other; triumphantly conquer every obstacle that came our way; to escalate to the summits of philanthropically benevolent success, Both of us were born only to feed each other; synergistically replenishing our diminutive conscience’s; with the fruits of irrefutable truth and heavenly timelessness, Both of us were born only to support each other; impregnably unite in the waves of unassailable solidarity; to scrap even the tiniest trace of invidiously evil from the trajectory of this fathomless earth, Both of us were born only to inspire each other; spawn a civilization of celestial goodness on every step that we tread; diffuse our unsurpassable repertoire of humanity; to all those disparagingly depraved of jubilant happiness, Both of us were born only to glorify each other; weave an entrenchment of exotically voluptuous beauty; on even the most infinitesimally disappearing speck of

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solitude; that confronted us in our ebullient way, Both of us were born only to defend each other; stand as an invincibly towering fortress in the face of even the most devastatingly crippling disaster; to sequester all innocent humanity from the hands of the vicious devil, Both of us were born only to listen to each other; bask full throttle in the glory of melodiously enchanting sound; innocuously assimilate even the most minutest cadence of euphoria; from the ingratiatingly Omnipotent atmosphere, Both of us were born only to embrace each other; interlock our bodies in the sacrosanct swirl of unending passion; to spawn a freshly optimistic tomorrow; with our very own scarlet blood, Both of us were born only to stare at each other; marvelously decipher the infinite labyrinths of seductive enthrallment; that sprouted bloomingly from the inner most arenas of our heart and soul, Both of us were born only to kiss each other; perennially intermingle our lips in the handsome fire of an everlasting relationship; profuse devour the sweetness of beautifully resplendent creation, Both of us were born only to fantasize of each other; unfathomably perceiving the most exotically enamoring ingredients of blessed creation; transpiring the world to coalesce forever; into the religion of priceless humanity, Both of us were born only to breathe with each other; majestically exhaling and inhaling ecstatic air together; to humbly proliferate a sea of humanitarian empathy; on every quarter of the globe besieged with tyrannically uncouth commercialism, And both of us were born only to love each other; immortally bond the beats of our tirelessly beating hearts in the winds of unshakable passion and enigma; till the last moment we lived; and infinite more births yet to come….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

WITHOUT MY BELOVED Every wall of this house stabbed me like a million scorpions; venomously crippling each fountain of my exquisitely bountiful thought, Every stair of this house made me stagger like a boundless matchsticks; uncouthly pulverizing me at every step; for ostensibly no fault of mine, Every nail of this house pierced me brutally like the corridors of hell; unrelentingly permeating deeper and deeper into my satiny flesh; playing a sadistically gory game with my disastrously wailing nerves, Every space of this house devilishly stared at me for times immemorial; savagely lambasting every cranny of my drearily wasting persona; with remorsefully satanic morbidity, Every picture of this house thrashed me unsparingly like a salaciously ghoulish ghost; vindictively scaring even the most infinitesimal wisps of daylight; from every bone of my shivering countenance, Every web of this house gruesomely diseased me; lethally incarcerating even the most blissful of my energies; in a corpse of forlorn oblivion and nothingness, Every window of this house abhorrently spewed shards of vengeful glass into my eyes; profusely staining even the most inconspicuous element of my persona; with unfathomable oceans of savage blood, Every mirror of this house reflected a billion witches to me; ghastily inundating my impeccable soul with the; traumatically tyrannized cry of the insidious devil, Every dust particle of this house lecherously tainted my visage forever; ominously drowning each speck of benign goodness embedded in my conscience; in the sea of coldblooded murder, Every droplet of water in this house demonically blinded my eyes; metamorphosed me into a pool of sardonically fulminating acid; the very instant that I consumed even a fraction of it, Every dungeon of this house barbarically imprisoned me for countless more births to unveil; murderously slashing my wrists and fingers; of their magnificently spell binding artistry, Every tap of this house barked a volley of incoherently mortifying abuse at my righteous flesh; incessantly drifting me towards the world of bawdy raunchiness; a prison of preposterously empty skeletons and parasitic mice, Every brick of this house horrendously squelched my

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innocent toes; viciously raining like a thunderbolt of endless anguish upon my senses; on every step that I trespassed ahead, Every watch of this house vengefully threatened me with its deafening sound; as its series of tick-tocks devilishly augmented by the unfurling minute; to acridly blast even the most sensitively immaculate arenas of my eardrums, Every curtain of this house perniciously asphyxiated me in the heart of the precariously ungainly midnight; choking even the remotest traces of humility from my demeanor; to eventually sleep with the naked crabs, Every echo of this house indiscriminately stripped me of all my robust flesh; feasting on my gorily barren skeleton; with its teeth of dolorously debilitating doom, Every rail of this house perennially whipped me on my silken backside; tormenting even the most holistic ingredients in my blood; to ultimately surrender to the commands of the lecherously gleaming devil, Every thread of this house slit my throat into a countless strands of mangled flesh and bone; even before I could utter my last prayer; whisper the slightest of passionate sound, Every currency coin in this house slit me apart into an infinite pieces of worthless shit; making it hard for the commoner to discern; between my grotesque carcass and the meat of the stinking pigs, And believe me; this was the same house in which I had lived all my life like a priceless prince innocuously blending my soul with God and the panoramic winds of Mother nature; while today the same haunted me worse than my veritable corpse; as it lay empty without my beloved….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

THERE WAS NO GREATER SLAVE There was no greater slave of your piquantly mesmerizing eyes; than my impoverished eyeballs; unrelentingly seeking your poignantly charismatic and compassionate stares, There was no greater slave of your voluptuously seductive lips; than the contours of my fervently anticipating face; ardently desiring to witness you blossom into an unfathomable festoon of everlasting smiles; all day and morbid night, There was no greater slave of your ravishingly silken hair; than the eclectically cogitating periphery of my scalp; incorrigibly wanting to possess your sensuously magical swish; for times and decades immemorial, There was no greater slave of your ingratiatingly titillating footsteps; than my every growing bohemian footprints; intractably waiting to be perpetually blessed by your majestically spell binding countenance, There was no greater slave of your stupendously magnificent voice; than my overwhelmingly parched mouth; intransigently slavering till realms beyond the eternal heavens; for your exotically marvelous melody, There was no greater slave of your beautifully pristine fingers; than my insatiably penurious palms; irrevocably yearning to clasp them royal softness forever; and for infinite more births yet to come, There was no greater slave of your tantalizingly enamoring belly; than my tumultuously starved stomach; irretrievably desiring to be brushed by your ravishingly enthralling fire; in the heart of the resplendent night, There was no greater slave of your impeccably irrefutable honesty; than my manipulatively besieged conscience; unequivocally waiting for your ideals of philanthropic humanity; to invincibly enshroud it from all sides, There was no greater slave of your regally aristocratic neck; than my swelteringly dying throat; profoundly waiting to be turbulently smooched by the same; even as hell rained viciously from the fathomless sky, There was no greater slave of your immaculately rhapsodic ears; than my uncontrollably trembling teeth; relentlessly longing to harmoniously nibble your lobes; under the waterfalls of untamed excitement, There was no greater slave of your poignantly scarlet blood; than my despairingly bereaved veins; incessantly wanting to upreme with your principles of

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mankind; your ideals of simplistically symbiotic existence, There was no greater slave of your marvelously golden sweat; than my hungrily groping armpits; indefatigably anticipating your fountain of fragrant perseverance; to bless its languid contours, There was no greater slave of your vibrantly ebullient shadow; than my frantically trembling silhouette; timelessly waiting to wholesomely blend with your entrenchment of divinely sparkling righteousness, There was no greater slave of your boisterously charming vibrancy; than my desolately wandering soul; incorrigibly yearning to profusely assimilate its impregnable fortitude; to unflinchingly confront even the most horrendous of impediment that came my way, There was no greater slave of your profoundly mesmerizing blushing; than my turbulently bubbling cheeks; unsurpassably longing to be kissed for marathon fortnights on the trot; with the twinkling moon romantically dipping upon the kingly evening, There was no greater slave of your astoundingly exhilarating versatility; than my restlessly drifting waves of excitement; unstoppably wishing to be passionately embedded by your priceless dexterity; on every path that I tread, There was no greater slave of your unconquerably ecstatic magnetism; than my monotonously drubbing survival; endlessly longing for your integrally glorious shades of your uninhibited amiability, There was no greater slave of your vivaciously vivid breath; than my hopelessly orphaned nostrils; tirelessly wanting to be unassailably encapsulated by its Omnipotent aura; to unitedly metamorphose the complexion of this disdainfully dithering planet, And there was no greater slave of your immortally Omnipresent love; than my uxoriously throbbing heart; perennially yearning to bond with your formidable reservoir of humanitarian relationship; perennially longing to unite as a single spirit with your humbly benign countenance….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

IMPRESSSED The roots unrelentingly wanted to impress the fertile cocoons of chocolate brown soil; by embedding themselves to astronomical limits; and as deep as possible, The flowers profusely wanted to impress the tranquilly splendid atmosphere; by disseminating their marvelously majestic scent; to even the most fathomless quarters of this colossal Universe, The squirrels profoundly wanted to impress the boisterously swirling tree trunks; by vivaciously gallivanting through their sensuous labyrinth of roots and tendrils; as the Sun blazed full throttle in the firmament of fathomless sky, The crocodiles relentlessly wanted to impress the wildly swampy marshes; by menacingly slithering in them under the sinister winds of midnight; fervently waiting with a glint of diabolism in their eyes; to pulverize innocuous prey into an infinite pieces, The dew drops ardently wanted to impress the frolicking grass blades; by compassionately caressing their lush green stalks; fantasizing and romancing on their bodies for times immemorial, The clouds endlessly wanted to impress parched granules of scorchingly sweltering soil; by indefatigably culminating into an exquisite festoon of unstoppable rain; pelting the most fructifying blessings of the creator; in bountiful abundance, The mice incorrigibly wanted to impress the hungrily prowling cat; by obediently scratching its irascibly unruly and fidgety skin; while it snored till beyond the realms; of scintillating paradise, The fish intransigently wanted to impress the ravishingly undulating oceans; by jubilantly leaping up in astoundingly mesmerizing tandem with the tantalizing froth; rhetorically weaving its way ahead as the stars shone enchantingly in the resplendent sky, The termites mightily wanted to impress the lackadaisically withering bones; by biting uninhibitedly through their deathly carcass; smacking their lips thereafter after the stupendously relishing meal, The Sun perpetually wanted to impress the boundless entrenchment of mystical sky; by fulminating into a poignant fireball of blistering shine at the first crack of dawn; majestically enlightening all horrendously bereaved in vicinity; with the unsurpassable aristocracy in its golden rays, The prince perennially wanted to impress the royally grandiloquent and exotically embellished castle; by

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irrefutably emanating the tunes of irrefutable righteousness from his bedazzling throne; dispensing justice to the poor and unassailably rich; from the realms of his chamber; alike, The mirror unbelievably wanted to impress its discerningly staring beholder; by always portraying his most stringently candid reflection; depicting to him his most explicitly precise measure; of robust weight and towering height, The gun irretrievably wanted to impress the diabolically satanic devil; by uncouthly permeating through innocent flesh; barbarically ripping apart life forever from the chest; at the tiniest insinuation of releasing the trigger, The birds timelessly wanted to impress the exuberantly magnificent atmosphere; by handsomely soaring through the winds of happiness; gregariously embracing the air in the spell binding carpet of its flight, The cow bountifully wanted to impress the empty pail; by inundating its pathetically barren periphery with gallons of rejuvenating milk; imparting it with the most sacrosanct elixir to holistically lead life, The Moon invincibly wanted to impress the sultry blackness of the ghastly night; with its unassailably priceless beams of serene light; uniting one and all alike; in the unconquerable aura of equanimity, The soldiers impregnably wanted to impress the beleaguered rudiments of their imprisoned motherland; by triumphantly blazing into the rainbow of victory everytime they fought; eternally freeing the soil with the sacred blood of their valiant martyrdom, The breath incessantly wanted to impress the heavenly bifurcating nostril; by inhaling and exhaling out a countless times each day and as the faintest traces of light submerged with the gruesome night; providing the most tenacious resilience to the gloomy corpses of death, And my heart passionately wanted to impress the beats of its immortal beloved; with the most beautifully seductive rays of sharing; caring; with the most supreme endowment from the heavens; called LOVE; LOVE AND GODLY LOVE….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

CAPS When I wore a cap of profusely lambasted eggs; all that my brain could ever envisage; was pathetically strangulated and disgustingly sullen boredom, When I wore a cap of ravishingly seductive lotus; all that my brain could ever conceive; was exotically voluptuous fragrance; sensuously flirting in the aisles of untamed desire; for times immemorial, When I wore a cap of gorily squelched thorns; all that my brain could ever perceive; was brutally acrimonious disaster; with my entire countenance perennially enshrouded by vindictive cloudbursts of vengeful war, When I wore a cap of disdainfully pulverized butter; all that my brain could ever contemplate; was miserably horrendous grease; my entire visage trembling in a pool of lividly despicable frustration, When I wore a cap of profoundly scintillating pearls; all that my brain could ever imagine; was dancing in the corridors of everlasting prosperity; with aristocratically nubile maidens of my choice, When I wore a cap of ravishingly rudimentary mud; all that my brain could ever visualize; was patriotically surging ahead to blissfully free my savagely incarcerated and sacrosanct motherland, When I wore a cap of beautifully mesmerizing silk; all that my brain could ever comprehend; was a timelessly sensuous entrenchment of enchanting fairies; the angels of seductive romance forever casting a spell binding spell, When I wore a cap of daintily rhetoric nightingale feather; all that my brain could ever cogitate; was a stupendously enthralling gorge of celestially placating sounds; divinely blessing each of my tumultuously frazzled senses, When I wore a cap of unfathomably eternal dewdrops; all that my brain could ever ponder; was a wonderfully majestic civilization of impregnably united harmony; a blending of all goodness into the religion of mankind, When I wore a cap of disgustingly decaying mushrooms; all that my brain could ever ruminate; was mercurial fractions of ungainly obsolescence; the lackadaisically morbid stones strewn laggardly on the dusty ground, When I wore a cap of boisterously buzzing and rampant honey bees; all that my brain could ever wonder; was holistically vibrant sweetness; the astounding kaleidoscope of vivacious colors in marvelous life, When I wore a cap of hi-tech and overwhelmingly contemporary computer microchips; all that my brain could ever fantasize; was aliens descending in

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torrential frenzy from fathomless carpets of space; to extraordinary metamorphose the complexion of this; ludicrously dull planet, When I wore a cap of poignantly tangy lemons; all that my brain could ever dream; was intrepidly swimming through the heart of the ecstatically choppy sea; thunderously feasting every bedraggled pore of my anguished skin; with the flamboyant shimmer of the midday Sun, When I wore a cap of mystically slithering snakes; all that my brain could ever think; was lethally venomous danger indefatigably encircling my penurious life; an inscrutable grandeur that sent a chill to even the last bone down my naked spine, When I wore a cap of sordidly ominous charcoal; all that my brain could ever hypothesize; was abominably faltering dirt; a dungeon of despondently treacherous blackness; drifting me towards the aisles of gruesome nothingness, When I wore a cap of irrefutably unassailable and priceless truth; all that my brain could ever romanticize; was unconquerably glittering triumph; an unsurpassable urge to ardently exist with infinite more innocuous of mind; for centuries immemorial, When I wore a cap of pricelessly benevolent solidarity; all that my brain could ever believe; was that there was no strength greater than the fortress of celestially amalgamated humanity; which confronted even the most tyrannically uncouth of impediments; with the grace of a victoriously brandishing prince, When I wore a cap of exuberantly exhilarating air; all that my brain could ever feel; was that the chapter of life perpetually proliferating upon this boundless planet; the royally Omnipotent desire to forever live; and let live, And when I wore a cap of my immortally sacred beloved; all that my brain could ever think; was the perennially Omnipresent garden of amiable sharing; the most invincible element of creation; called timeless love….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

2 HEARTS Just because 2 scarlet clouds clashed vehemently with each other in the firmament of fathomless sky; doesn’t inevitably apply; that torrential cloudbursts of rain would pelt down in ferocious tandem; left; right and center, Just because 2 exotically fragrant roses kissed each other under dazzling rays of the Sun and exuberant breeze; doesn’t inevitably apply; that even the most remotest cranny of gigantically colossal Universe; was besieged with profusely overpowering scent, Just because 2 crimson skins poignantly intermingled with each other; doesn’t inevitably apply; that all disdainful discrimination round the earth; uninhibitedly mélanges with the religion of humanity, Just because 2 virile seeds romantically juxtaposed with each other; doesn’t inevitably apply; that every cranny of the famished earth; would blossom into perennial prosperity and unassailable happiness, Just because 2 undulating waves ebulliently swirled with each other; doesn’t inevitably apply; that unfathomable fireballs of piquant salt; ubiquitously sprinkled across all disastrously beleaguered quarters of this endless Universe, Just because 2 fervent helmets crashed with unsurpassable ardor with each other; doesn’t inevitably apply; that sparks of boundless euphoria flew upon every lackadaisical corner; of the discordantly wailing graveyard, Just because 2 frigid avalanches of ice beautifully caressed each other; doesn’t inevitably apply; that ever iota of acrimoniously sweltering heat; metamorphosed into a astoundingly placated goodness, Just because 2 philanthropic palms impregnably united in threads of profound martyrdom; doesn’t inevitably apply; that all barbaric bloodshed on this manipulatively savage planet; transforms into symbiotically glittering harmony, Just because 2 impeccable eyes indefatigably stared at each other; doesn’t inevitably apply; that tumultuous thunderbolts of insatiable compassion; are generated in every morbidly solitary corpse; of the pugnaciously stinking graveyard, Just because 2 rhapsodic rivers amicably merged with each other; doesn’t inevitably apply; that all murderously fighting tribes across the planet; bountifully coalesced into strings of perpetually sparkling humanity, Just because 2 flaming rays intractably adhered to each other; doesn’t inevitably apply; that every

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pathetically tyrannized speck of blackness on this astronomically incomprehensible earth; would convert into spell binding light and righteousness, Just because 2 ecstatic voices unflinchingly merged with each other; doesn’t inevitably apply; that even the most obliviously sordid bout of despondent silence; culminates into ardently awe inspiring and melodiously enchanting artistry, Just because 2 resplendently shimmering pearls bounced against each other; doesn’t inevitably apply; that even the most ghastliest of sinister darkness; is perennially illuminated with majestically scintillating shine, Just because 2 intriguingly intrepid brains amalgamated with each other; doesn’t inevitably apply; that every stagnating curtain of disastrously vengeful gloom on this globe; fulminates into a mountain of invincible freshness, Just because 2 colossal treasuries chivalrously mixed with each other; doesn’t inevitably apply; that all abominably crippling poverty in the savagely lambasted atmosphere; culminated into a paradise of gorgeously blazing enthrallment, Just because 2 humanitarian streams of enthusiastic blood blended with each other; doesn’t inevitably apply; that all horrendously racial discrimination and parasites on the globe; would incredulously foster the principles of eternal mankind, Just because 2 volatile bits of truth rhetorically shook hands with each other; doesn’t inevitably apply; that even the most salaciously bereaved conscience’s on monotonously diabolical soil; blossomed into irrefutably sacrosanct islands of benevolence, Just because 2 ingratiating pools of breath synergistically bonded with each other; doesn’t inevitably apply; that even the most devilishly diseased of organisms; perpetually continued to exist for centuries immemorial, But Just because 2 passionately palpitating hearts immortally entrenched in the fireball of unending togetherness; it does inevitably apply; that all dastardly cowardliness on this earth comes to an abrupt end; all ominously bad is eventually decimated by the Omnipotent light of love; love and only unconquerable love….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

WHEN WE FELL IN LOVE It was a day; when even the most pathetically blowing and orphaned winds; seemed like compassionately glorious tornado’s of unending excitement, It was a day; when even the most insidiously ghastly gutters; seemed like the voluptuously blossoming roses; of unbelievably unsurpassable exhilaration, It was a day; when even the most lackadaisically morbid of stones; seemed to be bouncing in vivacious freshness; towards the fathomlessly crimson carpets of brilliant sky, It was a day; when even the most despairingly gloomy dungeons; seemed like the blazingly scintillating and fragrant walls; of eternal paradise, It was a day; when even the most frigidly frozen avalanches of brutal ice; seemed like majestically compassionate fireballs of handsomely comforting light, It was a day; when even the most maniacal bouts of inexplicable frustration; seemed like rhapsodically jubilant and poignant happiness, It was a day; when even the most torrentially bombing cloudbursts of insanity; seemed like a gregariously innocuous towel of ever-pervading humanity, It was a day; when even the most despondently despicable of failures; seemed like irrefutably triumphant winds of a flamboyantly indomitable victory, It was a day; when even the most painstaking boring and invidious hours of the acrimoniously sweltering day; seemed like the most exuberantly gorgeous moments of princely existence, It was a day; when even the most horrendously distorted faces of ungainly disdain; seemed like a grandiloquently seductive princess; philandering ebulliently in the aisles of unprecedented desire, It was a day; when even the most perilously baffling enigmas of salaciously uncouth survival; seemed to be the most dexterously rhetoric solutions; wholesomely metamorphosing the complexion of sordidly dull mankind, It was a day; when even the most acerbically intolerable of gory maladies; seemed like unassailable panacea’s to holistically uplift; all tyrannically divested and crippling mankind, It was a day; when even the most horrifically disgusting maelstrom of blatant lies; seemed to be like the marvelously Omnipresent sword of unconquerable truth, It was a day; when even the most conventionally lambasting fraternity of the turgidly manipulative

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society; seemed like enchantingly magnanimous patrons of; insatiably intrepid artistry, It was a day; when even the most irascibly coldblooded monsters indiscriminately pulverizing around; seemed like poignantly mesmerizing angels; having just descended from the sky, It was a day; when even the most diabolically austere predictions of an unwanted catastrophe; seemed like an unsurpassable showering of blessings from the lap of the Creator Divine, It was a day; when even the most lugubriously dithering and delinquent snails; seemed like ecstatically galloping martyrs of vividly enamoring patriotism, It was a day; when even the most perfidiously obnoxious anecdotes of betrayal; seemed like perennial entrenchments of blissfully emphatic sharing and relationships, It was a day; when even the most sullenly withering and mutilated bones; seemed like vivaciously resplendent colors of the heavenly rainbow; amidst the flamingly mystical beams of cloud and Sun, It was a day; when even the most sardonically ghastly vials of lethally devastating poison; seemed like profusely chivalrous and mouthwatering bars of supreme chocolate, It was a day; when even the most brutally shattered and rusty glass; seemed like the most splendidly gorgeous portrayal of harmoniously opalescent mankind, It was a day; when even the most stonily disastrous and vindictively remorseful corpses; seemed like an incomprehensibly piquant valley of pricelessly aristocratic life, It was a day; when even the most barbarically penalizing destiny; seemed like the most invincibly ultimate endowments from the Lord divine, O! Yes it was unequivocally the most beautifully fragrant day of our lives; it was a day when we first came to know each other only to unite as an impregnable spirit for infinite more births yet to come; it was a day when even the most belligerent of badness had transformed into the vital elixir of life for us; O! yes it was a day when we had fallen madly in love…..

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

WHEN I REMEMBER YOU When I remember you; I always look at the scintillating Sun; as it was in its profoundly blazing rays; that I irrefutably sighted your wonderfully Omnipotent eyes; empathizing with all humanity, When I remember you; I always look at the vivaciously exhilarating rainbow; as it was in its intriguingly spell binding vivacity; that I irrefutably sighted your robustly princely facial contours, When I remember you; I always look at the resplendently twinkling stars; as it was in their exotically seductive shimmer; that I irrefutably sighted your philanthropically smiling lips, When I remember you; I always look at the timelessly evergreen meadows; as it was in their mystically exuberant dewdrops; that I irrefutably sighted your handsomely impeccable skin, When I remember you; I always look at the enthrallingly fathomless skies; as it was in their boundlessly bountiful vastness; that I irrefutably sighted your invincibly Omnipotent form, When I remember you; I always look at the ravishingly ebullient ocean; as it was in its tantalizingly frothy waves; that I irrefutably sighted your spirit of intrepidly magical adventure, When I remember you; I always look at the vividly rustling breeze; as it was in its euphorically unsurpassable enthusiasm; that I irrefutably sighted your miraculously enlightening touch, When I remember you; I always look at the unassailably towering mountains; as it was in their indomitably scintillating peaks; that I irrefutably sighted your fearlessly Omniscient stride, When I remember you; I always look at the freshly born and innocuous infant; as it was in its incredulously impeccable wails; that I irrefutably sighted your perennially unending chapter; of blissfully timeless creation, When I remember you; I always look at the torrentially rhapsodic rain; as it was in its perpetually endowing beauty; that I irrefutably sighted your magnanimously unprecedented blessings to one and all; living kind, When I remember you; I always look at the ecstatically unfathomable gorge; as it was in its celestially endless enchantment; that I irrefutably sighted your Omnisciently blessing shadow, When I remember you; I always look at the marvelously majestic fireball of truth; as it was in its unconquerably fragrant ardor; that I irrefutably

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sighted your benevolently princely voice, When I remember you; I always look at the vividly bustling beehive of life; as it was in its melodiously harmonious sweetness; that I irrefutably sighted your impregnable demeanor enveloped with the scent of priceless humanity, When I remember you; I always look at the beautifully mesmerizing roses; as it was in their stupendously righteous and triumphant scent; that I irrefutably sighted your majestically Omnipresent aura; for times immemorial, When I remember you; I always look at the heavenly sapphire crested nightingale; as it was in its unbelievably benign and soothing voice; that I irrefutably sighted your gloriously Omnipotent and unparalleled artistry, When I remember you; I always look at the godly cradle of uninhibited forgiveness; as it was in its divinely virtue to condone all inadvertently wrong; that I irrefutably sighted your holistically everlasting soul, When I remember you; I always look at the sprouting of the eternally romantic seasons; as it was in their astoundingly rejuvenating newness; that I irrefutably sighted your insurmountably tireless elements of symbiotic creation, When I remember you; I always look at the unlimited infernos of compassionately eclectic breath; as it was in their poignantly unshakable vibrancy; that I irrefutably sighted your astonishingly divine chapter of perpetual proliferation, And when I remember you; I always look at the victoriously throbbing heart; as it was in its ardently immortal beats of love; that I irrefutably sighted your ingratiating persona; it was in its formidable passion that I sighted your wonderfully revolving Universe….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

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

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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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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

FOREVER AND PRICELESSLY ONE When we first met under blazing rays of the Afternoon Sun; you should have seen the ardently unsurpassable fire in our eyes, Which was so invincible that it became intransigently impossible for the most thunderous of whipping squall; to make even the slightest of indentation; upon our compassionately uninhibited swirl… When we first met in the romantically philandering lanes of the mystical forest; you should have seen the insatiably unflinching smile on our lips, Which was so unassailable that it became irrevocably impossible; for the most diabolical of misery; to invidiously infiltrate even the tiniest; into our entrenchment of perennial jubilation…. When we first met on the scintillatingly pristine sea shores; you should have seen the spell binding river of ecstasy on our bountiful flesh, Which was so unfathomable that it became incorrigibly impossible; for the most horrendous of abhorrent boredom; to sulk even a capricious whisker; into our sky of eternal romance…. When we first met under the resplendently enamoring and beaming Moon; you should have seen the virgin innocence on our innocuously robust cheeks, Which was so impregnable that it became irrefutably impossible; for even the most treacherously savage manipulation; to cast even a diminutive fraction of its lecherous spell; upon our perpetually impeccable enthrallment…. When we first met in the inscrutably tingling meadows of grass; you should have seen the spell binding mysticism encapsulated profoundly in our ravishing palms, Which was so bountiful that it became irretrievably impossible for the most monotonously murderous parasites; to permeate even an infinitesimal speck; into our streams of celestially bonded blood…. When we first met under the vivaciously dancing rainbows; you should have seen the contours of heavenly newness on our impoverished faces, Which were so blissfully revolutionary that it became dogmatically impossible for the most dilapidated dungeons of stagnation; to hover even a ludicrously remote fraction; over our fortress of unconquerable solidarity….. When we first met in the playgrounds of rhapsodically frolicking college; you should have seen the ardently crimson blushes on our majestic cheeks, Which were so poignant that it became unimaginably impossible for the most satanic cisterns of gory

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bloodshed; to pry even a pathetically minuscule iota; around our cloud of ever augmenting and timeless camaraderie…. When we first met on the boisterously bustling road; you should have seen the stupendously magical infatuation in our magnetically exhaling gasps, Which was so royal that it became incomprehensibly impossible for the most sinister spirits of ghastly corruption; to even infiltrate a sleazily parsimonious inch; into our web of everlastingly golden relationship….. And when we first met in our delectably new born cradles standing face to face; you should have seen the immortally unending love in our hearts, Which was so perpetual that it became unrelentingly impossible for the most insidiously coldblooded chapters of cowardly death; to sprinkle even a frigidly negligible portion of its blackness; upon our life; which had united for infinite more births yet to unveil and by the grace of God; as FOREVER AND PRICELESSLY ONE….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

I’LL KEEP TRYING HARD I’ll keep trying hard; incessantly and till the time; the last iota of crimson blood incarcerated within my poignant veins; doesn’t dry beyond the aisles of infinitesimal nothingness, I’ll keep trying hard; relentlessly and till the time; the last bone down my tenaciously lanky spine; doesn’t fatigue beyond the corridors of irrevocable hopelessness, I’ll keep trying hard; indefatigably and till time; the last line of destiny on my brazenly intrepid palms; doesn’t abrade into the dormitories of wholesomely bizarre extinction, I’ll keep trying hard; insatiably and till the time; the last muscle of my patriotically unassailable shoulders; doesn’t blend completely with threadbare mud, I’ll keep trying hard; unrelentingly and till the time; the last hair of my overwhelmingly glistening scalp; doesn’t wither into inconspicuous wisps of insipid oblivion, I’ll keep trying hard; intransigently and till the time; the last tooth of my overwhelmingly formidable jaws; doesn’t crumble into horrendously barbaric powder, I’ll keep trying hard; irrefutably and till the time; the last strand of my unflinchingly intrepid flesh; doesn’t vanish into realms of horrific banishment, I’ll keep trying hard; intransigently and till the time; the last smile of my charismatically bountiful lips; doesn’t stutter towards an inexplicably gory end, I’ll keep trying hard; tirelessly and till the time; the last globule of empathy of my resplendently fearless eyes; doesn’t fully evaporate into ungainly tornado’s of nothingness, I’ll keep trying hard; incorrigibly and till the time; the last blush of my robustly scarlet cheeks; doesn’t fade with the winds of obsoletely despicable dilapidation, I’ll keep trying hard; unfathomably and till the time; the last fringe of my valiantly intriguing eyelashes; doesn’t plummet down in infuriated exasperation; to coalesce with the soggy ponds of slush on muddy ground, I’ll keep trying hard; irretrievably and till the time; the last iota of my piquantly galloping shadow; doesn’t juxtapose into worthlessly baseless dust; with the treacherously Ominous descent of sinister midnight,

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I’ll keep trying hard; euphorically and till the time; the last whisper down my philanthropically scintillating throat; doesn’t stifle to a timidly capricious mellow; eventually transposing with dungeons of disdain, I’ll keep trying hard; unendingly and till the time; the last morsel of enthusiasm in my vivaciously bouncing caricature; doesn’t inevitably snap into pernicious rivers of painstaking perspiration, I’ll keep trying hard; irrevocably and till the time; the last ingredient of profusely aristocratic artistry in my fingers; doesn’t disappear into disgustingly insane lunatism, I’ll keep trying hard; unfettered and till the time; the last maneuver of my rhetorically swirling neck; doesn’t embed itself for times immemorial; beneath the grave of ludicrously mocking desperation, I’ll keep trying hard; unconquerably and till the time; the last speck of gloriously sparkling truth in my conscience; doesn’t assassinate into countless pieces of derogatorily pulverized ash, I’ll keep trying hard; unassailably and till the time; the last millimeter of breath in my emphatically inhaling lungs; doesn’t drain out at the order of the Creator; to perpetually abdicate life, And I’ll keep trying hard; immortally and till the time; the last beat of my passionately palpitating heart; doesn’t succumb to the viciously malevolent whirlpools of betrayal; to the hands of the barbarically pulverizing devil….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

IMPREGNABLY MARRIED The instant you blended every iota of your crimson blood forever with hers; melanging each element of your pricelessly benevolent goodness with her enchantingly sacred spirit, The instant you coalesced every puff of your passionate breath forever with hers; beautifully bonding the vibrantly vivacious elixir of your existence with her majestic stride, The instant you intertwined each of your philanthropic fingers forever with hers; unflinchingly clasping her nubile visage irrespective of the most truculently hedonistic of storm, The instant you intermingled each contour of your tantalizing shadow forever with hers; harmoniously letting unfathomable shades of your magnetic artistry become the perpetual embellishment of her magnificent eyes, The instant you mixed every regale emotion of your glorious existence forever with hers; altruistically persevering with her at every step that she tread; although the earth slipped completely from under your feet a countless times, The instant you transposed every rhythm of your fantastically mellifluous voice with hers; unitedly becoming the tenacity of all tumultuously aggrieved mankind; with her ingratiating shoulders by your side, The instant you juxtaposed every speck of your gloriously glistening sweat forever with hers; royally letting the essence of your sparkling perseverance become the empathy in her fructifying eyes, The instant you amalgamated every follicle of your bountifully burgeoning hair forever with hers; sensuously tickling her famished skin with your wave of intrepidly enthralling adventure, The instant you infused every droplet of your patriotically blazing tears forever with hers; perennially witnessing the marvelously eclectic beauty of this planet; through the impeccable whites of her immaculate eyes, The instant you coagulated every smile of your chivalrously bestowing lips forever with hers; transcending even the most inexplicably stuttering aspect of her life; with the fathomless sky of your unfettered ebullience, The instant you combined every step that you unstoppably tread forever with hers; profoundly relishing the resplendent blanket of life; unassailably cuddled with her incredulously blessed grace,

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The instant you compounded every bone of your resilient visage forever with hers; facing even the most ghoulishly murderous of adversity to protect your eternal camaraderie; although the world scurrilously snapped at you from all sides, The instant you agglutinated every irrefutable fortress of your truth forever with hers; handsomely swirling as the most unconquerable wave of ubiquitous peace; with her spell bindingly enamoring melody by your side, The instant you connected every bit of your charismatically gregarious radiance forever with hers; ecumenically blossoming as the pinnacle of compassionate togetherness; which none on this earth could ever dream to invade, The instant you united every trace of everlasting righteousness in your soul forever with hers; symbiotically surviving with the redolent petals on her twinkling feet; magically transiting you into celestial siesta, The instant you linked every prosperously blissful mannerism of yours forever with hers; considering yourself to be the richest organism on this Universe as you sipped Omnipotent water from her divine palms; although your pockets were torn from both sides, The instant you joined every emphatically triumphant moment of your life forever with hers; assimilating an unfathomable ocean of happiness; as she stared like a new born princess into the obeisant fluttering of your eyes, The instant you bonded every beat of your wonderfully uninhibited heart forever with hers; immortally loving her magnanimously humanitarian grace; more than breath could ever have loved euphoric life, Believe me; that very Omnipresent instant itself and without even the most ephemerally parsimonious of ceremony; church; temple; mosque; monastery; monk or myth; in the eyes of the Almighty Lord as well as in perfect synergy with his rules of life; you were IMPREGNABLY MARRIED…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

PLEASE SAY SOMETHING ATLEAST It might be the most insanely balderdash and deteriorating rhyme on this enchantingly fathomless earth; I still wont mind it even an infinitesimal trifle, It might be the most perniciously sinister and abhorrent abuse on this spell bindingly colossal earth; I still wont mind it even a diminutive iota, It might be the most savagely distorted and feckless mumble-jumble on this redolently unassailable earth; I still wont mind it even a mercurial inch, It might be the most truculently perverted and sordid imagery on this charismatically blessed earth; I still wont mind it even a minute whisper, It might be the most satanically incarcerated and preposterous rhyme on this endlessly enthralling earth; I still wont mind it even an invisible speck, It might be the most grotesquely ghoulish and cacophonic on this timelessly mesmerizing earth; I still wont mind it even an obsolete fraction, It might be the most remorsefully fretful and dolorous monologue on this iridescently majestic earth; I still wont mind it even an inconspicuous bit, It might be the most notoriously atrocious and sanctimonious slang on this magically Omnipotent earth; I still wont mind it even an insipid chunk, It might be the most rambunctiously garrulous and irascible sound on this gigantically eclectic earth; I still wont mind it even a diminishing periphery, It might be the most indescribably hoarse and irate word on this bountifully burgeoning earth; I still wont mind it even a nonchalant component, It might be the most treacherously invidious and quavering wail on this stupendously triumphant earth; I still wont mind it even a parsimonious firmament, It might be the most derogatorily nonsensical and disdainful shit on this boundlessly gregarious earth; I still wont mind it even an evanescent centimeter, It might be the most villainously decrepit and tawdry fantasy on this unsurpassably gargantuan earth; I still wont mind it even an ephemeral trace, It might be the most luridly heinous and prejudiced animosity on this magnificently celestial earth; I still wont mind it even a fugitive figment, It might be the most indiscriminately lambasting and unrelenting litany of complaints on this beautifully convivial earth; I still wont mind it even a non-existent speck, It might be the most ludicrously staggering and exhausted adieu on this gloriously flamboyant earth; I

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still wont mind it even a infidel step, It might be the most uncontrollably ferocious and devastating echo on this magnetically enigmatic earth; I still wont mind it even an obfuscated segment, It might be the most dwindlingly asphyxiated and tortured beat on this Omnisciently sacrosanct earth; I still wont mind it even an fleeting section, But please O! eternal Beloved; for God’s sake O! Heavenly Beloved; howsoever absurd and inconsequential it may be; I really wont mind it the least; but say something atleast, For I could bear an infinite deaths smilingly and without the slightest of complaints; rather than witnessing you as silent as a stone in the ghastly grave; so for heaven sake please; please; please say something atleast….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

CRUELLY STARVED Brutally starved were my staggering eyes; frantically groping for those rainbows of eternal prosperity; which had become so ghoulishly amorphous and obsolete; in the world today, Pathetically starved were my lambasted lips; rapaciously wandering for those hives of perennial sweetness; which had parsimoniously evaporated into corpses of lackadaisical abhorrence; in the world today, Horrendously starved were my tortured fingers; unrelentingly searching for those uninhibited bits of free space; which had so luridly metamorphosed into salacious jailhouses of the sinister devil; in the world today, Preposterously starved were my tottering cheeks; intransigently loitering for those whirlwinds of ingratiating passion; which had transited into penalizingly inclement commercialism; in the world today, Despondently starved were my numbed ears; indefatigably straining for those sounds of everlastingly mellifluous harmony; which had so bizarrely drowned in obstreperously maladroit traffic; in the world today, Truculently starved was my monotonous brain; timelessly stretching for those precociously exhilarating forests of astounding innovation; which had converted so deplorably into coffins of ribald hell; in the world today, Flagrantly starved were my beleaguered eyelashes; relentlessly glimpsing for those dew drops of unfathomably sensuous ecstasy; which had so fanatically fulminated into insanely tyrannical bloodshed and crime; in the world today, Lecherously starved was my aggrieved throat; desperately searching for those raindrops of pristine exhilaration; which had so egregiously adulterated themselves with derogatory corruption; in the world today, Lasciviously starved were my fetid toes; agonizingly penetrating for those meadows of irrefutably silken honesty; which had so disparagingly converted themselves into a gutter of ghastly lies; in the world today, Despairingly starved were my deprived palms; tirelessly fumbling for those entrenchments of aristocratic artistry; which had so perniciously

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disappeared into the dungeons of miserably fermented doom; in the world today, Unsparingly starved were my staggering veins; limitlessly stuttering for those waves of unflinching solidarity; which had so barbarously unfurled into carcasses of bludgeoning viciousness; in the world today, Licentiously starved was my convoluted neck; greedily swirling for those pinnacles of impregnably majestic brotherhood; which had so uncouthly divided into sleazily spurious boundaries of religion; caste; creed and color; in the world today, Ludicrously starved were my trembling teeth; maniacally chattering for those winds of patriotically blazing courage; which had so raunchily extinguished into scurrilously dastardly betrayal; in the world today, Painstakingly starved were my dreary bones; rampantly galloping for those blissfully placating shades of symbiotism; which had so hedonistically become warehouses of morbidly libidinous trade; in the world today, Unsurpassably starved was my crumbling spinal chord; wildly staring for those clouds of compassionate embrace; which had so bawdily perpetuated into mirages of worthless meaninglessness; in the world today, Criminally starved was my terrorized shadow; restlessly meandering for those unequivocally glorious rivers of freedom; which had so treacherously dwindled into maelstroms of political racialism; in the world today, Indiscriminately starved was my incoherent signature; implacably ambling for those stamps of heavenly righteousness; which had so tawdrily exploded into surreptitiously gratuitous profanity; in the world today, Forlornly starved was my asphyxiated breath; intractably gasping for those fireballs of vivaciously unending titillation; which had so obnoxiously become castrated graveyards of marauding lynchpins; in the world today, And cruelly starved was my deteriorating heart; endlessly feeling for those beats of immortally regale love; which had so baselessly extradited into gallows of indescribably crucifying emptiness; in the world today….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

ONLY THOSE… Its Omnipotent light can be felt by one and all on this colossal Universe alike; but only those who fall in love; can truly attain its resplendently sparkling majesty, Its eternally fantastic fragrance can be felt by One and all on this gigantic Universe alike; but Only those who fall in love; can truly blend with its perpetually ecstatic rudiments, Its timeless enthrallment can be felt by one and all on this Herculean Universe alike; but only those who fall in love; can truly imbibe its poignantly burgeoning intricacies, Its perennial seduction can be felt by one and all On this unassailable Universe alike; but only those Who fall in love; can truly experience its rainbow of compassionate togetherness, Its magnanimously bountiful philanthropism can be Felt by one and all on this limitless Universe alike; But only those who fall in love; can truly become The fabric of its boundless sensuousness, Its bounteously proliferating reverberations can Be felt by one and all on this fathomless Universe alike;but only those who fall in love; can truly embrace its winds of unconquerably supreme righteousness, Its unflinchingly marvelous solidarity can be felt By one and all on this endless Universe alike; but Only those who fall in love; can truly perch on the Throne of impregnable prosperity, Its ingratiatingly holistic charisma can be felt by one and all on this unsurpassable Universe alike; but only those who fall in love; can truly revel in its inimitably unparalleled glory for infinite more births yet to unveil, Its waves of heavenly royalty can be felt by one And all on this relentless Universe alike; but only Those who fall in love; can truly swim in its ocean of ebulliently eclectic color, Its waves of jubilant rhapsody can be felt by one and all on this unending Universe alike; but only those who fall in love; can truly imbibe its impeccably ubiquitous swirl for centuries immemorial, Its patriotically altruistic soul can be felt by one and all on this boundless Universe alike; but only those who fall in love; can truly mélange with its winds of invincible mankind, Its resonations of Samaritan goodness can be felt by one and all on this insurmountable Universe alike; but only those who fall in love; can truly become an

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inseparable ingredient of its indomitable stride, Its Omnisciently beautiful radiance can be felt by one and all on this limitless Universe alike; but only those who fall in love; can truly enrapture every famished pore of their dwindling skin with its ointment of silken companionship, Its mists of enamoringly titillating enigma can be felt by one and all on this bounteous Universe alike; but only those who fall in love; can truly replenish even the most diminutive aspect of their existence with its magical wand, Its entrenchment of timelessly agglutinating unity can be felt by one and all on this blooming Universe alike; but only those who fall in love; can truly march shoulder to shoulder with its essence of amiably ecumenical oneness, Its vibrations of irrevocably scintillating righteousness can be felt by one and all on this Universe alike; but only those who fall in love; can truly assimilate its regale splendor to divinely bless every instant of their pristine lives, Its indefatigably pulsating rhythm can be felt by one and all on this Universe alike; but only those who fall in love; can truly float in its sacrosanct cradle of dreams and blessing paradise, Its streams of aristocratically timeless gratification can be felt be one and all on this Universe alike; but only those who fall in love; can truly gallop on its satiny cloud of mystical mellifluousness, Its insuperably exhilarating breath can be felt by one and all on this vivid Universe alike; but only those who fall in love; can truly bond even the most capricious iota of their soul with the Omnipresent iridescence of the Lord Divine, And its breathtakingly plentiful illumination can be felt by one and all on this tireless Universe alike; but only those who fall in love; can truly coalesce with its beats of immortally poignant camaraderie and glimmering graciousness…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

AT HER OMNIPRESENT FEET Not the slightest impressed did I feel; even as every cranny of my countenance; enshrouded itself with the most resplendently shimmering silk, Not the slightest enchanted did I feel; even as an unsurpassable sky of ingratiatingly mellifluous nightingales; majestically perpetuated caverns of unbelievably rhapsodic melody in my life, Not the slightest influenced did I feel; even as the most unprecedentedly wise philosophers; uninhibitedly showered the essence of symbiotically ecstatic life; upon my treacherously bereaved soul, Not the slightest overwhelmed did I feel; even as an endless tornado of glittering gold; landed like a regal prince; right in the heart of my sordidly dilapidated household, Not the slightest appeased did I feel; even as the most stupendously sweet hives of ebullient honey; timelessly charmed my preposterously cacophonic and truculently scorching throat, Not the slightest silenced did I feel; even as the magnificently sensuous carpet of voluptuous night; unassailably transited me into wonderfully blissful siesta, Not the slightest exhilarated did I feel; even as the most impeccably divine fairies descended from the cosmos; to perennially occupy the barren space of my disastrously sagging shoulders, Not the slightest frolicking did I feel; even as the Omnipotent Sun burgeoned a profound throttle from behind the rain soaked hills; and a cluster of vibrantly innocuous butterflies invited me to dance till times beyond infinite infinity, Not the slightest intriguing did I feel; even as the most tantalizing of seductresses ecstatically danced in my miserably quavering way, Not the slightest pragmatic did I feel; even as the most articulately methodical of classrooms; handsomely perpetuated in my tyrannically famished eyes, Not the slightest adventurous did I feel; even as an unfathomable gorge of fascinating mysticism; enticed me in its ravishingly bountiful belly button; from all sides, Not the slightest triumphant did I feel; even as every cranny of celestial land on this limitless planet; blessed itself like a royal prince; into the diminutive folds of my clenched fists, Not the slightest stimulated did I feel; even as every speck of gorgeously titillating beauty on this planet;

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unrelentingly tickled my flaccid skin with winds of indomitably vibrant desire, Not the slightest romantic did I feel; even as the regal propensity of exuberant air; compassionately embraced me with eternal rain; on every exhaustedly beleaguered step of mine, Not the slightest placated did I feel; even as the most scrumptiously fructifying meals on this boundless Universe; ardently waited to kiss my tongue; choosing only me as the sole consumer for countless more births of mine, Not the slightest enthused did I feel; even as the ingeniously impregnable synchronizations entered my insane brain; rendering me with the insatiable power to wholesomely metamorphose the complexion of this dastardly earth, Not the slightest rejuvenated did I feel; even as untamed waterfalls of heavenly prosperity; ubiquitously descended upon my despondently asphyxiated persona, Not the slightest vivacious did I feel; even as immortal whirlpools of quintessentially emollient breath; bestowed upon me a timeless legacy to exist; celestially transcending all hedonistic pain and pugnacious crime, Not the slightest eclectic did I feel; even as congenitally inherent artistry copiously exuded from each element of my fantastic demeanor; right since the first time; that I uninhibitedly cried, Not the slightest tenacious did I feel; even as incomprehensibly inexorable fortresses of unflinching power; left the entire world to be the perpetually scintillating impressions of my nimble stride, Not the slightest honored did I feel; even as every single bit of imperially aristocratic accomplishment on this gregarious planet; became the immutably perennial jewel of my eyes, Not the slightest boisterous did I feel; even as an insurmountably relentless mountain of exotic energy; jubilantly crawled into the piquantly intricate network of my veins, Not the slightest enamored did I feel; even as the entire fabric of philanthropically synergistic harmony on this Omniscient planet; became the revered necklace of my tireless existence, Not the slightest certified did I feel; even as the most professionally enviable degrees in this exotic world; unfurled like a pack of vividly rejoicing cards into my outstretched lap, Not the slightest innovative did I feel; even as the lines of my palms were unbelievably gifted to spawn a river of infinite newness; on every pristinely naked twig of the tree; that they delicately caressed,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh But I would feel the richest man on this gargantuan earth O! Almighty Lord; if you gave me death at her pricelessly sacrosanct feet; made irrefutably sure that I breathed my very last breath perhaps premature; but with her Omnipresent palms forever intertwined in mine…..

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IF YOU THOUGHT If you thought that I’d perpetually love you; even after you brutally slandered me on my hindside with your murderous kitchen knife; just because I fervently showed my eagerness to assist you in the best way I could, If you thought that I’d unassailably love you; even after you indefatigably rebuked me for irrefutably following the sparkling pathways of eternally unflinching truth, If you thought that I’d bountifully love you; even after you indiscriminately plucked out every intricate vein of my body; to feed your cacophonically favorite puppy dog, If you thought that I’d timelessly love you; even after you barbarously barked the most perniciously heinous abuse in my ears; for obeisantly lying at your feet all day like an innocuous prince, If you thought that I’d unrelentingly love you; even after you cadaverously wished me all the bad luck that truculently lingered on this Universe; although I worshipped you like the ultimate angel of my dreams, If you thought that I’d sensuously love you; even after you parasitically sucked the most infinitesimal droplet of my blood; like a venomously flagrant parasite, If you thought that I’d miraculously love you; even after you treacherously whipped my savagely exonerated chest with lethally coldblooded snakes; just because I had compassionately lit the candles of your morosely blackened room, If you thought that I’d impregnably love you; even after you preposterously laid a mortuary of hedonistic thorns on every path that I tread; and then tantalizingly titillated the raunchy model of your lascivious dreams, If you thought that I’d handsomely love you; even after you paid a satanically deaf ear to the most poignantly uncontrollable of my cries; deliberately unfurled a pack of diabolical wolves; right towards the impeccable whites of my eyes, If you thought that I’d majestically love you; even after you indefatigably tortured me in devilish coffins of hell; just because I ardently polished the tip of your sanctimonious shoe; a trifle too much, If you thought that I’d unflinchingly love you; even after you invidiously gave me pig’s feces to eat; for robustly scintillating breakfast as well as to wade through the chapter of the drearily morbid night,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh If you thought that I’d unsurpassably love you; even after you mercilessly cut each of my silken finger; simply in order to wholesomely liberate the irately petulant itch in your effusively dancing nerves, If you thought that I’d insurmountably love you; even after you ruthlessly pulverized every bone of my righteous countenance under your uncouthly speeding Mercedes; just because you ghastily wanted to check the durability of your obnoxiously bohemian tyre, If you thought that I’d inimitably love you; even after you charred every iridescent contour of my demeanor with sweltering acid; just because I insatiably endeavored my best to enlighten the frowns of franticness on your dwindling face, If you thought that I’d profusely love you; even after you perfidiously chopped my tongue from my immaculate throat; sporadically using it to tickle the squalidly demonic soles of your disparagingly despicable feet, If you thought that I’d uncontrollably love you; even after you perilously metamorphosed even the most infantile of my fantasy into nightmares of horrendous nothingness; just because I unequivocally squandered every evil glance that wandered itself; towards your beautifully sacrosanct grace, If you thought that I’d perpetually love you; even after you unsparingly decimated all efforts of my lifetime like pieces of frigid matchsticks right in front of my eyes; and then luridly enshrouded them with your scurrilous spit, Then I am sorry that you’re in for the most fathomlessly unthinkable shock of your life; for I would still love you more immortally than ever before; I would still love you more than this earth could have ever loved even the most vivacious form of life, For when I gave my heart to you; neither did I see your religion; neither did I see your outlook towards life; as my love was; is and would for infinite more births always remain unconditional; would always remain tirelessly blind….

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WHAT USE ??? What use was my infinite coins; if there was none to synergistically share them with me except my own insanely decrepit self; when all that I truly needed for quintessential existence; was just a singleton chunk of them; everyday ? What use was my infinite happiness; if there was none to triumphantly experience it with me except my own truculently prejudiced self; when all that I truly needed for holistic existence; was just a mercurial trifle of it; everyday ? What use were my infinite clothes; if there was none to convivially wear them with me except my own disdainfully dastardly self; when all that I truly needed for symbiotic existence; was just a tenacious robe of them; everyday ? What use were my infinite castles; if there was none to harmoniously live in them with me except my own viciously trembling self; when all that I truly needed for perspicacious existence; was just a robust abode of them; everyday ? What use were my infinite victories; if there was none to blazingly rejoice in them with me except my own spuriously sanctimonious self; when all that I truly needed for bountiful existence; was just an exuberant handful of them; everyday ? What use were my infinite cars; if there was none to euphorically enjoy them with me except my own remorsefully fretting self; when all that I truly needed for vibrant existence; was just an exhilarating model of them; everyday ? What use were my infinite fantasies; if there was none to fantastically admire them with me except my own obnoxiously ghoulish self; when all that I truly needed for scintillating existence; was just a sensuous dream of them; everyday ? What use were my infinite watches; if there was none to blissfully witness them with me except my own pathetically decaying self; when all that I truly needed for enamoring existence; was just a meticulous dial of them; everyday ? What use were my infinite landscapes; if there was none to celestially philander on them with me except my own drearily morose self; when all that I truly needed for heavenly existence; was just a infinitesimal contour of them; everyday ? What use were my infinite flowers; if there was none to ecstatically smell them with me except my own lunatically zany self; when all that I truly needed for priceless existence; was just a fragrant petal of them; everyday ?

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh What use were my infinite forests; if there was none to mystically adventure in them with me expect my own scurrilously withering self; when all that I truly needed for effulgent existence; was just an inconspicuous branch of them; everyday ? What use were my infinite accomplishments; if there was none to wholeheartedly relish them with me except my own nonchalantly indolent self; when all that I truly needed for beautiful existence; was just an articulate parcel of them; everyday ? What use were my infinite oceans; if there was none to ebulliently swim in them with me except my own treacherously lambasting self; when all that I truly needed for voluptuous existence; was just an undulating wave of them; everyday ? What use were my infinite memories; if there was none to nostalgically relive them with me except my own preposterously stinking self; when all that I truly needed for sparkling existence; was just a fugitive anecdote of them; everyday ? What use were my infinite Sun’s; if there was none to unassailably dazzle in them with me except my own barbarously brutal self; when all that I truly needed for gregarious existence; was just a flamboyant ray of them; everyday ? What use were my infinite clouds; if there was none to compassionately bathe in them with me except my own unforgivably goddamned self; when all that I truly needed for sacred existence; was just an ephemeral mist of them; everyday ? What use were my infinite hands; if there was none to amiably intertwine with them except my own mordantly penurious self; when all that I truly needed for divinely existence; was just a few fingers of them; everyday ? What use were my infinite breaths; if there was none to timelessly coalesce with them except my own obstinately constipated self; when all that I truly needed for sustainable existence; was just a sparse entrenchment of them; everyday ? And what use were my infinite hearts; if there was none to immortally love them except my own satanically devastating self; when all that I truly needed for unconquerable existence; was just a pulsating beat of them; everyday ?

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YOU SIMPLY COULDN’T HIDE You simply couldn’t hide the maliciously decrepit savagery in your prejudiced lips; just by profusely embellishing them with poignantly crimson shades of exotically blissful lipstick, You simply couldn’t hide the unprecedentedly pugnacious abhorrence in your sinister eyes; just by aristocratically adorning them with radiantly resplendent and tantalizing mascara, You simply couldn’t hide the insanely lambasting tyranny in your devilish throat; just by tirelessly painting it with ebulliently pristine and sweetly mellifluous honey, You simply couldn’t hide the petulantly unruly urges to indiscriminately massacre in your unsparing feet; just by dexterously camouflaging them with marvelously articulate sports shoes, You simply couldn’t hide the coldblooded parasites on your blood-stained palms; just by surreptitiously sequestering them under a vivaciously sleazy coat of vibrantly titillating graffiti, You simply couldn’t hide the volcano’s of devastatingly lunatic emaciation in your bellicose stomach; just by stealthily enveloping it with timidly obeisant and flaccid apron strings, You simply couldn’t hide ribald maelstroms of vindictive misery in your esoteric brain; just by nonchalantly entrenching it by insurmountably gigantic triangular straw hats, You simply couldn’t hide satanically biting urges in your diabolical teeth; just by ardently painting them with the most brilliantly effulgent of; reinvigoratingly robust toothpaste, You simply couldn’t hide licentiously lascivious desires in your sleazy skin; just by bawdily covering it with unsurpassably sanctimonious robes of slippery silk, You simply couldn’t hide the lethally belligerent venom in your worthless sweat; just by baselessly sprinkling it with stupendously rejuvenating cologne, You simply couldn’t hide the preposterous desires to kill in your diseased bones; just by aimlessly enshrouding them with grotesquely punctured mimicry of ubiquitous saintly robes, You simply couldn’t hide the whirlpools of unrelentingly iconoclastic chauvinism in your beleaguered shoulders; just by disastrously impregnating them with uninhibitedly princely bird wings, You simply couldn’t hide libidinously corrupt desires

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh of your fecklessly tawdry soul; just by incessantly chanting the mantra of eternally symbiotic mankind, You simply couldn’t hide the irately opprobrious manipulation in your dwindling countenance; just by indefatigably bouncing like an ecstatically exultating kangaroo; in the heart of the tropically iridescent forests, You simply couldn’t hide your morbidly macabre spirit to devour innocent humans alive; just by coherently disguising your speech with a string of holistic pearls; like the ambiguously beguiling politician, You simply couldn’t hide your intrinsically maligned desire to uncouthly snatch; just by spuriously donating the sordidly fetid leftovers of your kitchen; to ghosts lingering insidiously in the cacophonic graveyard, You simply couldn’t hide the inevitable onset of age on your dastardly trembling persona; just by worthlessly adorning your demeanor with flamboyantly pulsating and sleazily short teenage clothes, You simply couldn’t hide the incomprehensibly limitless graveyard of derogatory lies in your conscience; just by brandishing the immortal martyrs sword upside down; in your pathetically quavering arms, You simply couldn’t hide your already deadened and meaninglessly laconic form; just by deliberately expunging boundless gallons of squeamish air; from your obsoletely asphyxiated nostrils, And you simply couldn’t hide the pernicious battlefield of salacious betrayal in your threadbare heart; just by despicably attaching a pacemaker to it; and then fulminating into an untamed fireball of worthlessly robotic beats…..

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EXPRESSING LOVE My eyes expressed their profoundly unending love; by culminating into an astoundingly glistening festoon of triumphant tears; as her pristinely heavenly form unfurled from behind the sun soaked hills, My lips expressed their profusely inexorable love; by igniting thunderstorms of unrelenting desire in her majestic body; poignantly tracing the beautifully blossoming outlines of her mellifluous skin, My forehead expressed its unrelentingly mischievous love; by flirtatiously colliding with her nubile chin; celestially brushing against her marvelously heaving chest; as resplendently enamoring beams of the moon took complete control, My cheeks expressed their bountifully timeless love; by blushing a shade more incomprehensibly voluptuous crimson than the torrentially thundering clouds; at even the most inconspicuously evanescent of her caress, My fingers expressed their insatiably indomitable love; by tirelessly groping in rampant strokes through her sensuously ravishing hair; invincibly clasping her sacrosanct fingers in mine; for infinite more births yet to unveil, My belly expressed its euphorically unlimited love; by indefatigably matching the divine cadence of her silhouette step for step; reverberating as her ultimate slave in even the most ephemeral of her queenly shadow, My shoulders expressed their unflinchingly audacious love; by perpetually sequestering her enchantingly vivacious grace in their compassionate warmth; uplifting her innocuous visage above the realms of spell binding paradise; even as nothing but hell vomited hedonistically from blue sky, My eyelashes expressed their tantalizingly endless love; by sporadically fluttering against her royally exuberant nose; making her feel like a new born princess; even in her times of inexplicably traumatizing distress, My ears expressed their ecstatically perennial love; by perspicaciously assimilating even the tiniest rhythm of her glorious stride; ardently listening to her ebulliently rhapsodic laughter; even centuries unfathomable after their veritable time, My tongue expressed its intransigently dedicated love; by assiduously suckling the sweetness of her golden sweat; punctuating rivulets of untamed felicity in her countenance with its marvelously sensitive strokes, My feet expressed their immutably unshakable love; by incessantly following her blissfully immaculate trails

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh wherever she went; intermittently evoking her to fulminate into inimitable laughter poking her with my bohemian toe, My throat expressed its ecumenically impeccable love; by relentlessly singing praises of her eternally righteous soul; unequivocally voicing its unstinted support for her everlasting grace; even as the entire world charged her with licentiously bawdy profanity, My chest expressed its unconquerably benign love; by unassailably guarding her stupendously aristocratic form; taking every heinously adulterated arrow that dared come her royal away; upon its astronomically tenacious consortium of barren bones, My palms expressed their impregnably volatile love; by altruistically borrowing all forks of flagrant difficulty from her hands; blessing even the most inconsequential aspect of her life with their quota of destined happiness, My shadow expressed its unshakably unending love; by irrevocably entrenching her melodiously jubilant form from all sides; timelessly ensuring that even the most fugitive jinx or spirit wanting to infiltrate her; instead becoming my devastating rhyme, My mind expressed its fantastically unsurpassable love; by endlessly fantasizing about her enthrallingly exhilarating aura; implacably replacing every other thought in my life with the fragrance of her unblemished companionship, My veins expressed their vehemently intractable love; by emptying even the last iota of priceless blood from their silken conglomerate; to unendingly witness her blossom into eclectically fructifying life, My breath expressed its irretrievably unbreakable love; by boundless cascading down her vividly imperial neck; being the insurmountably undefeated elixir; whenever she wanted to uninhibitedly gallop forward in vibrant life, And my heart expressed its immortally unparalleled love; by bountifully bonding every of its passionate beat with her essence of irrefutably undaunted truth; indomitably coalescing with her spirit of oneness and humanity; even after the earth had disdainfully ceased to exist….

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GODDAMNED ARE THOSE Goddamned are those who baselessly criticize; treacherously impede the majestically burgeoning artist; like a morosely ghastly nail in each of his stride, Goddamned are those who insanely murder; ruthlessly choose innocuously regal human flesh; as a grotesque delicacy to bizarrely tantalize their nocturnal delights, Goddamned are those who monotonously survive; crucifying every iota of divine sensuousness in the atmosphere around; with swords of derogatorily debasing rigidity and lunatic corruption, Goddamned are those who indiscriminately divide; disparagingly dissecting the mantra of eternally symbiotic mankind; into sleazy caste; creed; religion and ominously ungainly tribe, Goddamned are those who coldbloodedly snatch; sinfully divesting mothers of their newborn children; egregiously massaging their bald scalps with the blood of the innocently dying, Goddamned are those who lure impetuous youth into the gallows of unforgivably lurid crime; invidiously manipulating organisms like puppets; so that the scent of decrepit high society cigarette on their carcasses never died, Goddamned are those who satanically devastate blissful environment; devilishly decimating trees to enlighten their abodes of horrifically contagious filth and abhorrent malice, Goddamned are those who mercilessly slit impeccable throats; roasting Almighty Lord pricelessly sacred life; to lasciviously blend with their raunchy caverns of vixen and nubile and wine, Goddamned are those who formidably support the stigma of lugubrious illiteracy; fiendishly terrorizing every sagacious entity who dared to get wonderfully employed, Goddamned are those who delinquently betray their revered mother land; barbarically selling the very womb from which they were born; to ghosts of hell and gutters of utterly disgruntling grime, Goddamned are those who perniciously gamble; meaninglessly waste monumental treasuries of currency on personal prejudice; while countless emaciatingly orphaned children outside had not a morsel to eat and died, Goddamned are those who viciously adulterate;

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh indefatigably contaminating fathomless fields of ebullient corn and life; with the venom of profanely gratuitous politics, Goddamned are those who salaciously imperil the growth of wildlife; implacably poaching all night and sunlit day; just to release that extra itch insanely circumlocuting their snobbish stride, Goddamned are those who engender asphyxiating war; disseminate insidiously preposterous bloodshed on every conceivable cranny of this gigantic planet, Goddamned are those who acerbically lead every moment of their life to the rigidly ticking clock; brutally massacring even the most poignantly effusive of their emotions to the conventionally atrocious society, Goddamned are those who cheat their very own conscience; pugnaciously deluging it with an unsurpassably unending gutter of deleterious corruption, Goddamned are those who inexorably terrorize in the name of law and order; ruthlessly kill countless innocent under the macabre pretext of spuriously dwindling justice, Goddamned are those who ridicule euphonically beautiful voice; gruesomely metamorphosing it into; an unfathomable ocean of cacophonically maniacal rioting and slandering bloodshed, Goddamned are those who prattle disdainfully about celestial existence; making the most quintessential agenda of their lives to lambaste triumphantly euphoric happiness, Goddamned are those who pretentiously sob; dissolutely culminating into a cloudburst of fecklessly crocodile tears; just to evoke currency and apathy for their decayingly obsolete and wearily wastrel life, Goddamned are those who ambiguously change color; despairingly inflict the fabric of the harmoniously spell binding society; with the germs of castigating cowardice, Goddamned are those who sardonically torture their own form; putting heinously regretful brakes; upon the Lord’s most blessed chapter of timelessly proliferating creation, Goddamned are those who surreptitiously plot against mankind; ghoulishly wishing to bombard each of its scintillatingly righteous fraternity; with coffin houses of uxoriously depraving slavery, Goddamned are those who spit at the old; cold-bloodedly extricate them out of their ostentatious homes; as infidel pieces of amorphous shit, Goddamned are those who immutably want bad for every section of humanity; lunatically desirous of replenishing their torn pockets; with their comrade’s

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blood; bone and vibrant life, Goddamned are those who pathetically squander the landscapes of gorgeously uninhibited freedom; abominably whipping the ailingly weak to scrub the distortedly squalid floors of their; demonic retreat, Goddamned are those who don’t listen to the voices of their immortal heart; falling like uncontrollably wavering mincemeat; for every non-existent trace of lecherously evil around their souls, Goddamned are those who iconoclastically torch their own wives; tawdrily rejoice with baselessly libidinous maidens; even as their own children begged discordantly on the sordidly imbecile streets, Goddamned are those who blatantly lie; forlornly maneuvering their way through a mortuary of countless sins; just to save their sordidly trembling and corpulently stinking skin, Goddamned are those who maliciously rebuke their parents; licentiously overpowering their every sparkling trace of compassion; to manifest their hideously tainted goals in life, Goddamned are those who uncouthly snatch the stick of the debilitatingly old; just in order to extra fortify their already glittering foundations of gold and sanctimonious silver, Goddamned are those who lividly kick when asked for desperate help; drowning themselves in whirlpools of bombastic cigar smoke and ravenous chicken; even as immaculate urchins were being torturously stoned to veritable death outside, And Goddamned are those who lethally snap the wings of perpetual love; cast their vindictively demented eyes upon its exotically everlasting fabric; breathe each inconsequential breath of their existence; to bawdily squelch vibrant life…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

ONE DAY Even if it takes an infinite liftetimes; an unsurpassable decade of overwhelmingly sweltering days and mercilessly chilly nights; in between, Even if it takes an infinite mountains; a boundless number of treacherously jagged slopes and acrimoniously deep gorges; in between, Even if it takes an infinite thunderstorms; fathomlessly unrelenting cloud showers of treacherously acrid blood rain; in between, Even if it takes an infinite parasites; satanically pulverizing and indiscriminately marauding monsters; in between, Even if it takes an infinite wars; lethally penalizing abhorrence and graveyards of salaciously excoriating prejudice; in between, Even if it takes an infinite gutters; brutally squelching shit and unsurpassable dungeons of criminally unforgiving oppression; in between, Even if it takes an infinite ghosts; truculently cadaverous spirits trying to gruesomely devour even the most infinitesimal trace of happiness; in between, Even if it takes an infinite nightmares; an unfathomable graveyard of livid carcasses that jinxed every aspect of existence; in between, Even if it takes an infinite thrashings; lecherously heinous chains of cold-blooded barbarism and remorseful manipulation; in between, Even if it takes an infinite abuses; every element of the obnoxiously conventional society assassinating the spirit of uninhibitedly timeless compassion; in between, Even if it takes an infinite thorns; countless beds of torturously smoldering coal venomously baying trap on every conceivable path of the Universe; in between, Even if it takes an infinite infernos; incomprehensibly gargantuan maelstroms of gorily scorching lava; in between, Even if it takes an infinite kicks; a diabolically proliferating populace of dissolute devils decimating every construable constituent of amiability to invisible ash; in between, Even if it takes an infinite sacrifices; an inexplicably tyrannically coffin of cancerous disease wholesomely asphyxiating every cell of the holistic body; in between, Even if it takes an infinite dust storms; inexorably terrorizing heat ghastily evaporating the very last trace of blissful civilization burgeoning around; in

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between, Even if it takes an infinite tickings of the grandfather clock; a limitless number of chimes of the indefatigably sweeping long arm; in between, Even if it takes an infinite mockeries; insurmountably condemning slang raunchily trying to drown the wave of eternal friendship; in between, And even if it takes an infinite deaths; the depraving dungeons of hell entirely swiping holistic traces of invincible life; in between, One day we will unite in bonds of immortally sacred marriage; One day we will everlastingly illuminate every cranny of the miserably besieged atmosphere with the essence of our triumphantly blended breath; O! Yes One day our love will win over every superfluous idiosyncrasy of this planet; with only the Almighty Lord to bless; bless and unassailably bless….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

EVERY HEART No two eyes on this Universe were ever the same; with some chasing ingratiatingly bountiful beauty; while some maliciously wandering after the aimlessly slithering and diabolical devil, No two scalps on this Universe were ever the same; with some sporting a festoon of exuberantly ravishing hair; while some horrifically sulking under a gutter of dolorously pathetic leeches, No two skins on this Universe were ever the same; with some as charming as the fascinatingly colossal skies; while some more lugubriously empty than threadbare bits of preposterously dried charcoal, No two nose’s on this Universe were ever the same; with some as pristinely piquant at profoundly blossoming lotus; while some more abominably expressionless than the dissolutely pulverized stones, No two lips on this Universe were ever the same; with some as majestically rubicund as the poignantly scarlet rose; while some more pretentiously snobbish than the lackadaisically withering leaf, No two ears on this Universe were ever the same; with some celestially deciphering even the most infinitesimally diminutive of evanescent sound; while some more viciously blending than the demons; with unrelentingly coercing thunderballs of malice, No two chins on this Universe were ever the same; with some as resplendently twinkling as the regally enlightening stars; while some more devastatingly shattered than non-existently treacherous and gorily bombarded townships, No two palms on this Universe were ever the same; with some unflinchingly evolving an intrepidly exhilarating path of their very own; while some more idiosyncratically dependant on an inconspicuously worthless corpse of crosses and wavering destiny lines, No two bellies on this Universe were ever the same; with some as tantalizing as the fathomlessly surreal mists of unparalleled heaven; while some more drably corpulent than the decaying tortoise; spending its entire life nondescriptly staring at the sky and by the riverside, No two voices on this Universe were ever the same;

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with some as charismatically philanthropic as the harbingers of humanity; while some more disparagingly stifled than the venomously lurking shadows of the sinister coffins, No two fingers on this Universe were ever the same; with some as royally eclectic as the gloriously iridescent and perennially unfurling skies; while some more truculently lambasting than the remorseful scorpions of; sanctimonious lies, No two tongues on this Universe were ever the same; with some fostering sweetness as melodious as the marvelously benign nightingale; while some more vengefully bitter than the satanic roots of penalizing hell, No two minds on this Universe were ever the same; with some unsurpassably fantasizing in the aisles of optimistically enlightening goodness; while some more sardonic than ghoulishly sodomizing graveyards of emaciating loneliness, No two personalities on this Universe were ever the same; with some as blazingly flamboyant as the Omnipotently rising Sun; while some more invidiously blacker than the insipidly dastardly winds of devilish midnight, No two necks on this Universe were ever the same; with some gustily elongated and enthusing drifting towards the realms of surreally everlasting sensuousness; while some more shorter than miserably squelched cigarette butts and turgidly staring into entrenchments of; bizarre nothingness, No two shoulders on this Universe were ever the same; with some resiliently towering tall in the face of even the most debilitatingly slaughtering of disaster; while some more disdainfully collapsing than hillocks of bland chalk; under the tiniest draught of ephemeral wind, No two perspiration on this Universe were ever the same; with some intransigently radiating the scent of assiduously well deserved struggle; while some more worthless than trashloads of orphaned faeces flying from the lazing monsters roof, No two shadows on this Universe were ever the same; with some mystically reinvigorating every acridly barren patch of earth that they caressed with unfathomable cisterns of compassion; while some more ruthlessly propagating the barriers of religion; caste; creed and color; than the indiscriminately squandering vultures, No two perceptions were ever the same; with some as

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh wonderfully unprejudiced as the ebullient breeze that embraced one and all alike; while some more grotesquely distorted than the malicious politicians; unworthy cartoon, No two feet on this Universe were ever the same; with some unassailably marching on the pathways of irrefutable truth; while some more mercilessly trampling every new life born with their gruesomely bohemian and macabre toes, No two accents on this Universe were ever the same; with some purisitically coalescing with the rudiments of integral rusticity and originality; while some more derogatorily feckless than the baying of the uncontrollably sweating pig, No two appetites on this Universe were ever the same; with some holistically replenishing the harmonious body with the eternally effulgent and symbiotic fruits of creation; while some more cadaverously ferociously than the lethally snapping crocodiles, No two thumbs on this Universe were ever the same; with some as stupendously flexible as the aristocratically vacillating season winds; while some more irately rigid than water despicably stagnating in the obsoletely orphaned gutterlines; not prepared the slightest to even budge a mercurial inch, No two adam’s apple on this Universe were ever the same; with some as ebulliently frolicking as the intriguingly blooming fairies in crimson sky; while some more hideously solitary than the forlorn ghost; wailing the cry of death as even the most blessed of water synergistically slurped down the slavering throat, No two postures on this Universe were ever the same; with some as bountifully streaming into newness as the morning Sun God; while some more fetidly mourning infinite feet beneath the earth; than what worms could be, No two signatures on this Universe were ever the same; with some ubiquitously depicting the patriotic persona with unprecedentedly unlimited pride; while some fading into mortuaries of indescribable oblivion; even as the first droplets of nimble rain pelted down from the velvety sky, But every heart on this Universe is; was and would be always the same; as each beat that it immortally diffused; each resonation profusely fulminating from its inner most core; each beautiful dream that it timelessly throbbed for; unconquerably bonded with the boundless sky of love; love and only everlasting love…

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AS IMPORTANT For me to bond with her was as important; as was disseminating flamboyant light all day to the gruesomely staggering earth; for the Omnipotent Sun, For me to bond with her was as important; as was tirelessly showering bountiful droplets of rain upon dreadfully parched soil; for the voluptuously crimson clouds, For me to bond with her was as important; as was majestically oozing unfathomable tons of sparkling honey with the exuberant breeze; for the boisterously flirtatious honey bee, For me to bond with her was as important; as was fulminating the inner most arenas of his heart and soul into an unsurpassable valley of vivacious graciousness; for the celestially wandering artist, For me to bond with her was as important; as was replenishing itself with quintessentially ingratiating droplets of water; for the traumatically agonized and scorched throat, For me to bond with her was as important; as was enchanting diffusing into an endless entrenchment of astoundingly spell binding rhyme; for the melodiously blessed nightingale, For me to bond with her was as important; as was ubiquitously disseminating its scent of poignantly handsome friendship; for the vibrantly ravishing and eternally exotic rose, For me to bond with her was as important; as was iridescently un unfurling into a river of mystically milky pearls; for the gloriously regale and fascinating stars, For me to bond with her was as important; as was ubiquitously propagating the message of unconquerably heavenly peace; for the harbingers of egalitarian humanity, For me to bond with her was as important; as was exultatingly jubilant and cardinally crimson blood; for the intricately sensitive veins, For me to bond with her was as important; as was intransigently fantasizing in the realms of fabulously blessed paradise; for the walls of infinite infinity, For me to bond with her was as important; as was towering as the most unparalleled conqueror; for the irrevocably Herculean and invincibly supreme mountain tips, For me to bond with her was as important; as was fabulously disintegrating into a countless billion pieces; for the tumultuously descending and poignantly pristine avalanche, For me to bond with her was as important; as was

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh sporting an immaculate blanket of heavenly mesmerizing fur; for the timelessly humble and innocent sheep, For me to bond with her was as important; as was portraying an unequivocally candid reflection; for the flamingly eloquent and scintillating mirror, For me to bond with her was as important; as was gargantuan lakes of virgin water; for the impeccably gliding and heavenly fish, For me to bond with her was as important; as was romancing in inexorably wonderful titillation; for the charismatically incarcerating eyelashes, For me to bond with her was as important; as was the art of culminating into rhythmically incanting sound; for the rosily forked and fantastically tangy tongue, For me to bond with her was as important; as was the unfettered sailing on gigantically stormy ocean waters; for the harmoniously crafted and brimming to capacity; passenger ship, For me to bond with her was as important; as was the art of indispensably ardent sustenance; for the miserably slavering beggar, For me to bond with her was as important; as was unraveling into a tale of reinvigoratingly tangy froth after clashing against the shores; for the aristocratically undulating waves, For me to bond with her was as important; as was tranquil waves of gregariously serene and rejuvenating shade; for the preposterously dreary and horrifically staggering traveler, For me to bond with her was as important; as was boundless rivers of unblemished mother’s milk; for the freshly born and divinely wailing infant, For me to bond with her was as important; as was enthrallingly ecstatic rainbows to spawn up in the oligarchic cosmos; after it rained euphorically under the dazzlingly profound rays of the midday Sun, For me to bond with her was as important; as was for the spirit to holistically liberate from the immaculate body; after veritably inevitable and absolute death, For me to bond with her was as important; as was tears of happiness to flow after witnessing its departed ones; for the wonderfully princely and emphatically eclectic eye, For me to bond with her was as important; as was bouncing in the aisles of uncontrollably uninhibited and untamed mischief; for the incessantly winking chimpanzee, For me to bond with her was as important; as was wholesomely freeing every iota of his irrefutably sacrosanct motherland; for the patriotically unflinching and valiantly intrepid soldier, For me to bond with her was as important; as was the

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chapter of timelessly magnificent proliferation and opalescently blossoming newness; for the Omnisciently Almighty Lord, For me to bond with her was as important; as was the dance of perennial glory in torrentially seductive rain; for the majestic winged and blissful peacock, For me to bond with her was as important; as was inhaling limitless gallons of effulgently Omnipotent air; for the miserably impoverished and diminutive nostril, And for me to bond with her was as important; as was unleashing into a Universe of unassailably immortal love; for the passionately thundering and compassionately honest heart…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

IT WAS ONLY WHEN My eyes might have innocuously closed umpteenth number of times; in the tenure of my impoverished and short life, But it was only when they felt your celestially compassionate palms on them; that they fell into a spell of invincibly everlasting sleep…. My lips might have wholesomely unfurled a boundless number of times; in the space of my disastrously stumbling and battered life, But it was only when they felt your perennially unassailable kiss on their devastated contours; that they lit up into the most stupendously philanthropic smiles…. My armpits might have diffused into an infinite globules of sweat; in the course of my disdainfully pulverized and truculently bereaved life, But it was only when they felt your impeccably enamoring visage by their side; that they blossomed into the truly persevering essence of vibrantly mesmerizing and enigmatic existence… My brain might have rampantly fantasized a countless number of times; in the lugubrious wandering of my aimlessly loitering life, But it was only when it conceived and felt your divinely energy to the fullest capacity; that it transcended beyond the realms of ecstatically replenishing paradise…. My legs might have transgressed an unfathomable number of steps; in the expedition of my indefatigably vacillating and frantic life, But it was only when they felt your bountifully silken stride beside them; that they perpetually radiated the sparkle of irrefutably unconquerable triumph; for centuries immemorial…. My persona might have exuded into an incomprehensible number of goose-bumps; in the dilapidated entrenchment of my painstakingly obsessive and penalizing life, But it was only when it felt your ingratiatingly compassionate warmth; that it uncontrollably erupted into tremors of insatiably unparalleled excitement…. My throat might have quavered an unsurpassable number of times; in the debilitating unraveling of my obnoxiously asphyxiated and lackadaisical life, But it was only when it felt your unbelievably sacred breath; that it beautifully bloomed into the most majestically aristocratic of patriotic tunes….. My fists might have clenched a fathomless number of times; in the vicious maelstrom of my inexplicably mystical and insanely cold-blooded life, But it was only when they felt your Omnipotent fingers

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intertwined in them; that they unflinchingly rose and altruistically sacrificed themselves; for the cause of humanitarian righteousness…. And my heart might have throbbed a limitless number of times; in the inconspicuously insipid and baselessly worthless fragment of my life, But it was only when your immortally blessing beats bonded with mine; that it not only fell in unconquerable love with you; but with every element of enchanting goodness and benign beauty; on the Almighty Creator’s planet divine….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

JUST A SINGLE Ghosts haunted even the most infinitesimal pore of my countenance; metamorphosing every bit of righteousness enshrouding my soul; into a carcass of gruesomely unforgivable nothingness, Wolves diabolically pounced upon me from every conceivable side; excoriating my sensitive flesh apart into a billion pieces; before eventually devouring me for nocturnal supper, Eagles menacingly descended straight for the whites of my impeccable eye; gorily blinding even the most inconspicuous trace of my vision; for every birth that I was born once again, Tigers indefatigably galloped after my penuriously diminutive form; sharing me as a sumptuously single bone of their hearty morning breakfast, Bulls brutally gored their horns into my intricate belly; hideously extricating even the most mercurial iota of food that I had consumed since the very first cry of my birth; squelching me into mists of meaningless dust, Earthquakes disastrously shattered even the most capricious trace of my existence; abhorrently annihilating my abode as well as the last bone down my; uncontrollably trembling spine, Dinosaurs ruthlessly massacred even the most fleeting shadows of my holistic survival; treacherously tantalizing the base of their satanic palms; by indiscriminately wringing and crunching my neck, Cyclones mercilessly swept me like a piece of frigidly unconsumed cake; whirling me to the highest point in the sky before horrifically smashing my nimble skull against the lecherously jagged rocks, Jackals dug their preposterously corrugated claws into my silken chin; making me freeze like cubicles of insipid ice; even in the most brilliantly scintillating of compassionate sunlight, Leeches intransigently clung to even the most obfuscated chunks of my flesh; parasitically suckling unfathomable oceans of macabre blood; even after I felt devoid of the last bit of my veritable pulp, Spiders indefatigably spun webs of ghoulish malice in the hollows of my mouth; proliferating countless more of their kind in my immaculately melodious throat; vengefully asphyxiating even the tiniest trace of my voice, Scorpions merrily stabbed their cornucopia of venom on the periphery of my poignantly princely lips; infiltrating into my vacant nostrils in countless numbers; as the cry of torturously ultimate death,

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Snakes viciously slithered on my bountiful scalp; unsparingly hissing the wails of salaciously derogatory hell; all over my limitlessly quavering body, Psychopaths knived my robust Adams apple from time to time; releasing the unsurpassable reservoir of their insanely maniacal energy; upon the eclectically innocuous elements of my visage, Politicians ignominiously manipulated with the fabric of my harmonious survival; venomously bombarding my unwitting island of celestial peace; with their dictatorially unruly power, Cockroaches played insidiously sinister games of hide and seek with my reflection; surreptitiously crawling with countless more their kind into the cavities of my eardrum; rendering me a bizarre insomniac for the remainder of my life, Dogs jumped hungrily upon even the most invisible of my meals; not only gobbling the same but savagely pulverizing the bones in my sagacious form; before sharing it with their compatriot pigs, Disease despicably strangulated every step that I euphorically advanced; cancerously plaguing each blissful aspect of my existence with unsurpassably deathly pain and malicious remorse, Betrayal was the only mate I encountered as each night unfurled into the Omnisciently golden day; with every entity on this planet kicking and lambasting me with whips of unrelenting disdain, And just a single caress of her divinely palms; just a single beat of her immortally passionate heart; just a single stare of her heavenly eyes; just a single tune of truth that magically drifted from her throat; was enough to not only make me irrefutably conquer all of the above; but metamorphosed me into the most pricelessly gifted molecule on the soil of her love….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

INFIDELITY GALORE Infidelity was in every of her exotically fluttering eyelashes; as she unfurled the most titillating colors of vibrant life; each time that flirtatiously winked, Infidelity was in every crease of her royally voluptuous lips; as she invitingly smiled towards the skies; seductively pursing molten rain water as resplendent nightfall came by, Infidelity was in every follicle of her ravishingly tantalizing hair; as she exuberantly swished a trail of fantastically ingratiating mysticism; through even the most alien paths that she tread, Infidelity was in every globule of her eternally golden sweat; as she magically metamorphosed even the most lackadaisically monotonous cranny of organisms into the winds of insatiable ecstasy; with the exhilarating moisture on her nubile skin, Infidelity was in every blister of her iridescently twinkling feet; as they radiated with everlastingly unending rhapsody; under the blanket of the fabulously mesmerizing night, Infidelity was in every ingredient of her poignantly scarlet blood; as she magnificently enticed every religion; caste; creed and tribe alike; into the swirl of her euphorically dancing and aristocratic life, Infidelity was in every finger of her ravenously blissful palms; as she fomented untamed fires of ever-augmenting passion in even the most lugubrious of skins; with her beautifully bountiful caress, Infidelity was in every pore of her exotically heavenly belly; as she triggered all insane morbidity around her to blossom into a paradise of spell binding loveliness; with just a nimble jerk of her hips, Infidelity was in every reverberation of her gorgeous yawn; as she tossed and turned and relished like a pristinely embellished princess; in the aisles of everlasting laziness, Infidelity was in every bud of her delectably raunchy tongue; as she fervently slurped the elixir of compassionate vivaciousness; profusely coalescing each of her senses with the realms of ebullient desire, Infidelity was in every line of her orientally silken forehead; as she adorned it with differently unique shades of vermilion; at the crack of each dawn and timelessly exhilarating night, Infidelity was in every bit of satin robe that exquisitely draped her body; spell bindingly revealing the fructifying treasuries of mother nature; a timeless river of intoxication to surge forward in enigmatic life,

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Infidelity was in every contour of her ecstatically flirting shadow; teasing even the most torturously cold-blooded parasites; like a freshly embellished bride, Infidelity was in every emollient nerve of her gregariously bustling countenance; inevitably eluding the mists of fragrant desire to voraciously kiss her; from head to triumphant toe, Infidelity was in every arena of her fathomlessly tireless brain; as she unrelentingly fantasized about all panoramically endowing beauty on this planet; ardently embracing the arms of exotic vividness; for centuries unprecedented, Infidelity was in every hollow of her exultatingly heaving bosom; as she culminated into an unsurpassable gorge of embarrassing goose-bumps; everytime the wind drifted its direction solely towards her, Infidelity was in every tune that she stupendously emanated; as she unbelievably mesmerized even the most deadened molecule in the atmosphere; with her enthrallingly enlivening huskiness, Infidelity was in every strand of hair on her serenely enamoring flesh; standing more taller than the rock of Gibraltar and in poignant alacrity; when she victoriously emerged from the vibrantly tangy sea, But as a matter of fact; it was the same infidelity that had attracted me; that had sensuously enraptured me beyond the realms of pragmatic imagination; that had made me a slave of her timelessly enchanting redolence; that had made me romance with her magnetic sensuousness for an infinite more births yet to unveil; that had made me immortally love her more than I could have loved my life today….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

IT DOES DEFINITELY MATTER Doesn’t matter if you didn’t astoundingly conquer; catapult to the ultimate summits of victory since the very first cry of mesmerizing birth, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t alleviate all miserably dithering and traumatized humanity; with your spell bindingly Omniscient touch, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t remove even the most inconspicuous ingredient of dirt from the complexion of this enchanting planet; made it bereft of all manipulation in the tenure of your destined lifetime, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t ubiquitously rule like an unassailable king; unfathomably transcending above the realms of eternally gratifying prosperity for centuries immemorial, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t parade like the ultimate of gods every dawn; smilingly confronting even the most ghastliest of impediment that dared come your way, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t sing as melodiously as the voluptuous crested nightingale; majestically pacifying even the most truculently lambasted destitute; with the Omnipotent ardor in your rejuvenating voice, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t tower like an unsurpassably inimitable mountain; sequestering every innocent life alike; in the compassionate warmth of your magnanimously bestowing belly, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t fulminate into sparkling freshness every unfurling minute of the night and day; pathetically dribbled into painstakingly obnoxious perspiration instead, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t smell like the insurmountably unending garden of scarlet rose; becoming the eternally everlasting enchantment of every; bizarrely famished eye, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t gyrate every bone of your countenance to the beats of vivaciously resplendent nature; chose to solitarily fret in the corridors of your disconcerting study room instead, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t emulate every personality you met with incredulous dexterity; fomented hordes of orphaned children to break out into unstoppable laughter; with the unparalleled charisma in your personality, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t dress like an aristocratic prince each morning; lugubriously trespassed the squalidly empty streets enveloped in disdainfully tottered rags instead, Doesn’t matte if you didn’t philander in the most swankiest of mercedes; stupefying every entity you

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transgressed with the sanctimonious superfluous river of your extraordinarily overwhelming wealth, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t unequivocally reveal the inner most of your emotions; amiably blending your heart and soul with every fraternity of humanity; alike, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t descend barechested upon the indiscriminately cold-blooded battlefield; magnificently displayed your flamboyantly sizzling heroics to all nubile maidens watching fervently in vicinity, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t program every cranny of your brain to astronomical ingeniousness; evolve into a commendable festoon of versatile discovery as each instant unleashed into a wholesome minute, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t float like a tantalizingly raunchy seductress; alluring even the most asphyxiatingly alien in your gorgeously magnetic swirl, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t radiate shades of perennially robust crimson from your impeccable cheeks; blossoming into an entrenchment of celestial health; even as the most acrimoniously treacherous winds swept you like insipid matchsticks from your feet, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t sink in duly revered obeisance at every idol of clay that you encountered in your way; supernaturally believing that every shape embossed in soil was the Omnipotently sacrosanct portrait of Almighty God, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t breathe untamed passion from your nostrils; igniting even the most drearily lackadaisical speck of the atmosphere; with the Herculean tenacity in your tireless stride, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t act according to the wishes of the conventionally sardonic society; paving a path of scintillating righteousness on your very own, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t enshroud every iota of your immaculate conscience with the infernos of unshakable truth; inadvertently erred umpteenth number of times in a single day; instead, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t function like robotic machine all throughout your life; at times entirely yielding to even the most silliest of emotions that confronted you in your way, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t deliver aristocratic speeches everytime you spoke; irrefutably agglutinating the populace of this gigantic planet towards the ingratiating passion in your blessed aura, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t transit back into realms of innocuous childhood every now and again; shrugging penalizingly nonchalant monotony forever away from

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh even the most remote of your shadows, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t erect palaces of perpetually shimmering gold and silver on every path that you tread; existed in a rudimentary hutment inhabited by gory crabs; the whole of your life instead, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t know the holistic mantra to wade away all diabolical evil; bountifully consecrate every leaf of this savagely anguished planet with the symbiotically heavenly tonic of humanity, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t march audaciously ahead; not even faltering the slightest; even as torturous hell rained indefatigably rained from the sky outside, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t artistically inundate every patch of the barren canvas with poignant traces of vibrantly unending imagery; inhale every draught of a wind as an embellished artist the every second of your life, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t shrewdly manipulate the pros and cons of everything on this Universe before attempting it; impulsively plunged into the valley of desire at the most subtle insinuation of your soul, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t keep studying till the very last moment of your life; proudly inundating the dormitories of your cupboard as well as the lap of your parents; with an insurmountable reservoir of degrees and gold medals, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t prolifically burgeon into a paradise of passionate sensitivity; euphorically absorbing and reacting to even the most parsimonious of vacillations in the atmosphere, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t tenaciously swim against the stormy waves of the undulating ocean; fetch the garland of pristine pearls from the rock bottom within a single wink of the eye and wholesomely blindfolded, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t incessantly shower the blessings of jubilant happiness upon all organisms on this gargantuan planet; deluge every perniciously bereaved heart with the elixir of vibrantly vivid life, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t synergistically interact with countless elements of the world outside; spent your life in the entrenchment of brazenly self-conceived fantasy; instead, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t sleep all ravishingly titillating night; incorrigibly preferred to doze under brilliant beams of sunlight and when the globe functioned to Herculean capacity outside; instead, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t walk barefoot towards the epitome of the scintillating mountain; when all your other counterparts preferred to reach the same in the royal aircraft; instead,

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Doesn’t matter if you didn’t salute the sky; the grave; the different religions on this bountiful planet; but chose to be the harbinger of fathomlessly fascinating mankind till the time you lived; instead, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t bathe under the artificially simmering taps; but profusely drenched every pore of your trembling body under the primordial waterfalls of glorious nature; instead, Doesn’t matter if you didn’t agree with the philosophies of any entity on this colossal planet; endlessly kept worshipping the cradle of unbreakable humanity; instead, But it does definitely matter if you didn’t uninhibitedly unveil the chords of your passionately thundering heart; it does definitely matter if you took birth alone and died alone on this planet; it does definitely matter if you didn’t proliferate God’s chapter of sacred creation; it does definitely matter if you didn’t romance with the magical sensuousness of creation all your life; O! yes it does definitely matter if you didn’t fall into the valley of immortal love….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

SO SACREDLY IMMORTAL The eternal compassion that radiated from her nubile persona was so overwhelmingly fantastic; that it made me wholesomely oblivious to even the most poignantly lurking of my shadow, The enchanting tunes that diffused from her spell binding throat were so unassailably aristocratic; that they made me stagger like piles of infinitesimally pulverized nothingness; in due obeisance of her profoundly sacrosanct grace, The untamed voluptuousness that drifted from her bountifully effulgent hair was so majestically vivacious; that it made me feel like an inconspicuously fleeting reflection; infront of the fathomless cosmos and panoramically wonderful world outside, The silken smiles that blossomed from her amiably charismatic lips were so philanthropically beautiful; that they made me feel an eternally blessed constituent of gregariously blooming humanity, The oceans of unsurpassable empathy oozing from her emphatic eyes were so effusively ardent; that they metamorphosed even the most ethereal iota of my misery; into a fountain of ebulliently unprecedented happiness, The reverberations that emanated when she walked were so unflinchingly righteous; that they made me irrefutably salute the apostle of truth; for infinite more births of mine yet to unfurl, The scent of unparalleled benevolence that disseminated from her soul was so fabulously eclectic; that it wholesomely swapped even the most capricious trace of malicious monotony from my life; forever and ever and ever, The titillation that ingratiatingly wafted from her sensuous belly was so incredulously unbelievable; that it swiped me like a magical prince from my feet; to indefatigably float in the aisles of celestially rhapsodic paradise, The unlimited spirit of ecstasy that bloomed from her golden perspiration was so regally astounding; that it made every element of my despicably dwindling countenance triumphantly surge ahead towards the; entrenchment of unshakable glory, The whirlpools of fantasy jubilantly liberating from her nerves were so profoundly sensitive; that they perpetuated an Omnipotent mountain of hope; into my parsimonious hutments of treacherously morbid remorse, The yawn encircling her marvelously pristine mouth was

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so harmoniously natural; that it entirely sacked even the most diminutive trace of ghastly manipulation from my demeanor; miraculously transforming me into just the way when I was freshly born, The cisterns of crimson blood circulating in her veins were so benign; that they Omnisciently granted a healing touch; to even the most disastrously sordid and horrendously mutilated wounds of mine, The winds of flirtatious mischief gushing from her intricate skin were so vividly mesmerizing; that they transited me way back into realms of exhilarating adolescence; the times when even the most subtle mention of a woman; would transcend me to heavens beyond paradise, The serendipitous mysticism unveiling from her artistic speech was so astonishingly magnetic; that it made me completely immune to even the worst of pain; smiling as an sleeping prince even as daggerheads of indescribable viciousness; stabbed me from all sides, The fortress of boundless solidarity in her arms was so royally endowing; that it instilled in me the indefatigable tenacity; to unnervingly propel forward even as inevitable death replaced scintillating life, The innocence in her timelessly fluttering eyelashes was so impeccably untainted; that it became my sole mantra to blissfully form perpetually passionate bonds with the Creator Divine, The virgin boisterousness in her iridescent visage was so tirelessly fantastic; that it shrugged the asphyxiated ropes of tiredness forever away from my trembling body; bestowed upon me a perennially new lease to lead life, The heavenly exultation in her breath was so victoriously vivid; that it annihilated the chapters of death forever from my rambunctiously croaking existence; aristocratically impregnated in me the ability to countlessly proliferate into handsome new life, And the beats that popped out from her heart were so sacredly immortal; that they spawned caravans of uninhibited love on every step that I tread; symbolizing each instant of my life with a Samaritan purpose; symbolizing the thunderbolt of my life as a uniting harbinger of all mankind….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

THERE WAS NO PRICE ON EARTH There was no price on earth which could ever substitute; the untamed exhilaration which every pore of my body experienced; while briskly philandering through the thunderous cloudbursts of exuberant breeze, There was no price on earth which could ever substitute; the profound wave of enlightenment that I felt on my skin; every day at the very first light of miraculously rejuvenating dawn, There was no price on earth which could ever substitute; the irrefutable truth in the voice of the little child; incoherently gazing towards my drearily sagging demeanor, There was no price on earth which could ever substitute; the astronomically resplendent enigma that I felt enveloped with; when I intrepidly trespassed through the wilderness of the forests and the gloriously spell binding waterfalls, There was no price on earth which could ever substitute; the unrelenting festoon of fantasies that I dreamt all day and exotic night; the cloud of majestically sensuous titillation that bountifully enshrouded every ingredient of my blood, There was no price on earth which could ever substitute; the uninhibitedly compassionate fabric of humanity that profusely caressed me from all sides; the spirit of symbiotically superb camaraderie that I felt in every aspect of my vibrant life, There was no price on this earth that could ever substitute; those moments when I realized I was going to become a father; the triumphantly unending smiles on the faces of me and my wife; alike, There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; the poignantly pristine freshness of the ravishing oceans; which voraciously tickled me every night under the gregariously milky moon, There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; the fathomless sensitivity in the eyes of my beloved; the Omnipotent replenishment that I had felt on my lips; as she kissed me till the end of veritable time, There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; the unprecedented urge in my body to once again become an innocuously wandering child; regally frolic with the feathers of the vivid peacock; until the Sun bid the earth a final goodbye, There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; the unsurpassable excitement that I had indefatigably experienced; as the nubile seductress deluged the colors of her embellished artistry; in the

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famished whites of my lugubrious eye, There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; the unconquerable faith that I had in the paradise of righteousness; even as diabolically marauding hell wholesomely blended with inconspicuous granules of soil, There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; the invincible exultation engulfing my face; when I earned the first trace of quintessential livelihood with my very own hands, There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; the limitless euphoria that each element of my visage experienced; as I nosedived without a parachute from the absolute summit of the beautifully snow clad hills, There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; the insurmountable care showered upon me by my godly mother right since the first cry of my birth; and even as she underwent the most horrifically gory whippings from the conventionally inclement society, There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; the smile of perennial freshness on the face of my newly born daughter; her insatiably innocent actions to nibble everything that came her way, There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; the blissfully seductive scent of the mesmerizing rose that drifted into my torturously starved nostrils; the stupendous vivaciousness of the atmosphere; royally perpetuating me from all ends, There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; those two words of encouragement from the haplessly withering dame; impregnating loads of Herculean courage in my dwindling persona; even as she was just about to leave the planet forever and die, There was no price on earth that could ever substitute; the unbelievably supreme melody of the ingratiatingly voluptuous nightingale; the Omniscient sweetness that it instilled in my collapsing form; every time she unfurled her beak to sing and cry, And there was no price on earth that could ever substitute; those instants when I fell in love at first sight; those unassailable passions in my body when we first united; those immortal bonds of love that we had formed for infinite more births yet to unveil; which were still my whole and sole mantra to lead life….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

THERE WAS SOMETHING IN HER Her visage might not be exquisitely embellished; encapsulated in rustically plaintive clothes from nimble foot; to insatiably sacrosanct forehead, Her visage might not be ravishingly tantalizing; divinely meditating under the mystical oak tree; profusely blending every of its holistic element; with the spirit of the celestially divine, Her visage might not be pompously flashy; bountifully coalescing with everlastingly exotic rudiments of nature; perennially entrenching itself with the winds of profoundly simplistic nostalgia, Her visage might not be invincibly triumphant; inadvertently erring countless times in a single day; in her innocuously drifting stride, Her visage might not be raunchily seductive; scintillating as unequivocally candidly as the flamboyantly sweltering Sun; filtering a path of unassailable righteousness; for infinite more births yet to come, Her visage might not be overpoweringly dictatorial; retracting like a freshly nubile bride into the corridors of resplendent reticence; at even the most mercurial insinuation of ghastly badness or penalizing crime, Her visage might not be aristocratically princely; harmoniously sequestering itself under an unfathomable blanket of green leaves; as its sole abode to lead the uncouthly freezing night, Her visage might not be astoundingly fragrant; onerously perspiring under the endlessly sweltering Sun; as she assiduously carved her way towards her daily livelihood, Her visage might not be Omnisciently prognosticating; miserably dithering to perceive even an infinitesimal fraction of what was going to unfurl; an evanescent step further, Her visage might not be indefatigably twinkling; somberly enveloping its diminutive contours; in the fabric of unwittingly fallible humanity, Her visage might not be tirelessly smiling; sporadically erupting into traumatically anguished cries; as the inevitability of sacrificing existence; took its insurmountably unbearable toll, Her visage might not be ubiquitously magnanimous; insatiably confining herself to the realms of her parsimonious dwelling; stringently persevering every bit of her stingily hard-earned possessions, Her visage might not be unrelentingly poignant; pragmatically bonding with the vagaries of this conventionally turgid society; in order to survive in

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holistic unison and symbiosis with the enchanting atmosphere, Her visage might not be boundlessly unconquerable; humanely collapsing to the acrimoniously treacherous pressures of existence; at times feeling stressed beyond the threshold of inexplicably debilitating frustration, Her visage might not be incomprehensibly magnetic; hardly being noticed a parsimonious trifle; even as she trespassed through the most lackadaisically nonchalant of crowds, Her visage might not be aristocratically regale; bearing the shades of a normally unwitting commoner; even as cloudbursts of untamed fantasy; handsomely perpetuated her from every construable side, Her visage might not be unsurpassably contemporary; irrefutably following the fathomlessly medieval and age old theories of existence; while the entire planet voluptuously gyrated to the rhythm of the blaring discotheque; by her window side, Her visage might not be made for today’s world; with even the most capriciously ephemeral mist of manipulation; remaining countless continents apart from her; indomitably righteous stride, And although not even a single tune of her visage coincided with the globe outside; not even a single entity acknowledged her the slightest for her little but hard-fought accomplishments in life; not even a single cloud noticed the innocent impressions which she had left on earth during the tenure of her lifetime, There was something in her which I found in no other woman; caste or tribe; there was something in her which rendered every moment of my survival priceless; there was something in her which heavenly blessed me even beyond my infinite lives; there was something in her which immortally became my love till even after my journey to heaven; hell; my breath and time….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

NO TEACHING The eyes didn’t need to be taught how to wink; flirtatiously entice even the most obsoletely alien of entities; in their voluptuously seductive swirl, The lips didn’t need to be taught how to smile; unfurl into an unfathomable gorge of ecstasy; amiably bonding with one and all on this planet; ravishingly alike, The veins didn’t need to be taught how to disseminate blood; triumph in the aisles of timelessly ardent desire; fantastically embracing all entities on this colossal planet; in the religion of benign humanity, The ears didn’t need to be taught how to hear; euphorically assimilate all vibrantly untamed ebullience in the melodious atmosphere; in the delectable hollow of their drum; and for centuries immemorial, The feet didn’t need to be taught how to walk; victoriously surge forward with the winds of vacillating time; indefatigably transpiring countless organisms to keep celestially progressing till the very end of their time, The cheeks didn’t need to be taught how to blush; enamoringly bequeath upon a legacy of eternally unending compassion; as the fireball of Sun gloriously faded down the resplendent horizons, The hands didn’t need to be taught how to intertwine; form impregnably everlasting friendships; bountifully enlightening the sordid ambience with the winds of philanthropic togetherness, The tongue didn’t need to be taught how to emanate sound; deluge the preposterously grave morbidity around; with vividly unparalleled boisterousness, The shadows didn’t need to be taught how to mysticize; unveil into an unsurpassable sea of enigma; as each instant sped into a wholesomely gratifying minute, The stomach didn’t need to be taught how to digest; synergistically imbibe all tantalizingly robust morsels of food; and then expurgate all invidiousness at the first light of exotically evanescent dawn, The neck didn’t need to be taught how to turn; handsomely absorb the insurmountably panoramic beauty of this fragrant Universe; drifting in countless surreal directions; one at a time, The eyelashes didn’t need to be taught how to seduce; marvelously titillate even the most obfuscatedly alien of personalities; in their stupendously ingratiating reflection, The conscience didn’t need to be taught how to be truthful; tirelessly march on the paths of irrefutably

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unconquerable righteousness; even as diabolical hurricanes of hell pelted left; right and center on the periphery of this gargantuan planet, The throat didn’t need to be taught how to gulp; innocuously guzzle the melodiously convivial elixir of existence; for boundless more births yet to come, The chin didn’t need to be taught how to twinkle; iridescently fulminate into cisterns of untamed innocence; everytime it was tickled by the arms of overwhelmingly uncontrollable care, The armpits didn’t need to be taught how to sweat; aristocratically exude rivers of golden perspiration; regally bond with the holistic mantra of persevering survival; as long as the Omnipotent lord wanted them to be, The mouth didn’t need to be taught how to yawn; immaculately expressing that the opprobriously penalizing fatigue of the body; needed to be substituted by divinely rest, The nostrils didn’t need to be taught how to breathe; perennially exhale and inhale Oligarchic carpets of spell bindingly Omnipresent air; symbiotically bond with all caste; creed; religion and tribe; unassailably and alike, And the heart didn’t need to be taught how to love; immortally coalesce even the most infinitesimally ephemeral of its beat with its soul mate; right since the first cry of beautifully bestowed birth….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

TIME AFTER TIME AFTER TIME. EACH TIME. EVERYTIME… It really didn’t matter to me even an infinitesimal trifle; if there wasn’t the most optimistically Omnipotent of Sun outside my door; to timelessly consecrate every unfinished desire of mine; to the hilt of infinite infinity, It really didn’t matter to me even an inconspicuous trifle; if there wasn’t the most vivaciously fathomless Sea outside my door; to unbelievably tantalize even the most evanescent cranny of my skin for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes, It really didn’t matter to me even an obfuscated trifle; if there weren’t the most eternally invincible Mountains outside my door; to compassionately sequester every disastrously shuddering bone of my body; as diabolical hell torrentially rained down on earth, It really didn’t matter to me even a cloistered trifle; if there weren’t the most enigmatically inebriating Forests outside my door; to perennially perpetuate the fragrance of symbiotic existence in every of my haplessly dying breath, It really didn’t matter to me even a fugitive trifle; if there wasn’t the most resplendently bountiful Waterfall outside my door; to inexhaustibly reinvigorate my sinfully deteriorating desire to survive, It really didn’t matter to me even an ethereal trifle; if there weren’t the most sensuously crimson Clouds outside my door; to unabashedly catapult me into the most ebulliently triumphant realms of paradise, It really didn’t matter to me even a fleeting trifle; if there wasn’t the most unassailably ever-pervading Sky outside my door; to engender me to discover the ultimate horizons of my impoverished existence, It really didn’t matter to me even an oblivious trifle; if there wasn’t the most mellifluously enchanting Sound outside my door; to unceasingly enshroud every dormitory of my frazzled life with victoriously untamed delight, It really didn’t matter to me even a mercurial trifle; if there wasn’t the most seductively tranquil Shadow outside my door; to indefatigably

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cajole me into the wisps of celestially fructifying sleep, It really didn’t matter to me even a disappearing trifle; if there wasn’t the most bounteously virile Woman outside my door; to tirelessly prompt me to explore every rhapsodically emollient intricacy of my potent manhood, It really didn’t matter to me even a forlorn trifle; if there wasn’t the most wonderfully vibrant Meadow outside my door; to invite me back into the cradle of my amazingly impeccable and uninhibited childhood, It really didn’t matter to me even a transient trifle; if there weren’t the most iridescently innocuous Stars outside my door; to unshakably enlighten the complexion of my every drearily asphyxiating and treacherous night, It really didn’t matter to me even a dilapidated trifle; if there wasn’t the most impregnably Heavenly Moon outside my door; to steer me through every acrimonious hurdle of my life; with the ease of a newly born silken prince, It really didn’t matter to me even a fleeting trifle; if there wasn’t the most astoundingly ameliorating magicians outside my door; to liberate me of even the most ghastliest of my tribulations; transform the monotonously dull space around me; into paradise divine, It really didn’t matter to me even a feckless trifle; if there weren’t the most indomitably learned philosophers/saints outside my door; to endlessly soliloquize to me the ideologies of effulgent truth; love and beauty in the chapters of my vividly enthralling life, It really didn’t matter to me even a teeny trifle; if there wasn’t the most glittering caverns of pure Gold outside my door; to forever ensure that the definitions of maliciously pulverizing poverty stayed an infinite kilometers away from my diminutively robust form, It really didn’t matter to me even an indescribable trifle; if there wasn’t the most mischievously jubilant flirtation outside my door; to make me feel eternally young and fantastically virile; although I stood on the absolute brink of inevitable death, It really didn’t matter to me even an insouciant trifle; if there

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh wasn’t the most Omnisciently everlasting breath outside my door; to bestow upon me the prowess to holistically survive for a countless more blessed lifetimes,

If only; whenever I did open the door of my passionately throbbing heart; whenever I did open the door of my ecstatically emancipating soul; whenever I did open the door of my euphorically searching eyes; whenever I did open the door of my amiably unfettered dwelling; there was you and none else but you O! Heavenly Beloved to take me in your mesmerizing arms and immortally bond with the beats of my life; again and again and again; time after time after time; each time; everytime…

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LOVE ONLY THAT GIRL…. Eat whatever you ever wanted to; tantalizing even the most obfuscated of your taste buds with the food of your very own and sole choice; wholesomely paying a deaf ear to the incessantly nagging planet outside, Wear whatever you ever wanted to; embellishing every nakedly impoverished cranny of your skin with the fabric of your very own and sole choice; wholesomely paying a deaf ear to the disdainfully castigating planet outside, Dream whatever you ever wanted to; inundating every dormant arena of your brain with the fantasy of your very own and sole choice; wholesomely paying a deaf ear to the tyrannically overruling planet outside, Adventure to wherever you ever wanted to; choosing even the most ethereal of destination of your very own and sole choice; wholesomely paying a deaf ear to the truculently slandering planet outside, Help whosoever you ever wanted to; befriending even the most invisibly cloistered shadow of your very own and sole choice; wholesomely paying a deaf ear to the hedonistically chauvinistic planet outside, Sketch whatever you ever wanted to; perennially portraying ecstatic beauty of your very own and sole choice; wholesomely paying a deaf ear to the mindlessly monotonous planet outside, Swim wherever you ever wanted to; coalescing every fragment of your robotically asphyxiating skin into the liquid of your very own and sole choice; wholesomely paying a deaf ear to the miserably enslaved planet outside, Wink at whatever you ever wanted to; flirtatiously signaling to the mischievous entity of your very own and sole choice; wholesomely paying a deaf ear to the tawdrily incarcerating planet outside, Cry for whatever you ever wanted to; uninhibitedly letting golden globules of tear cascade down your cheeks for the organisms of your very own and sole choice; wholesomely paying a deaf ear to the indiscriminately insurgent planet outside, Yearn for whatever you ever wanted to; inexhaustibly wanting to replenish even the most infinitesimal pore of your flesh with the fantasies of your very own and sole choice; wholesomely paying a deaf ear to the ominously conventional planet outside, Fight for whatever you ever wanted to; entirely extinguishing even the last shadows of your life for the things of your very own and sole choice; wholesomely paying a deaf ear to the lackadaisically wailing planet outside,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh Write whatever you ever wanted to; unceasingly embellishing even the most obliterated bits of virgin paper with the words of your very own and sole choice; wholesomely paying a deaf ear to the vindictively victimizing planet outside, Invite whatever you ever wanted to; tirelessly harboring even the most evanescent ounce of happiness of your very own and sole choice; wholesomely paying a deaf ear to the diabolically parasitic planet outside, Defeat whatever you ever wanted to; undyingly trouncing over even the most parsimoniously fleeting devils of your very own and sole choice; wholesomely paying a deaf ear to the satanically demented planet outside, Evolve whatever you ever wanted to; spawning into the most astoundingly inimitable fecundity of your very own and sole choice; wholesomely paying a deaf ear to the viciously penalizing planet outside, Sing whatever you ever wanted to; unabashedly perpetuating every bit of the atmosphere with the tunes of your very own and sole choice; wholesomely paying a deaf ear to the unsparingly slandering planet outside, Silence whatever you ever wanted to; indefatigably numbing countless devilish mouths of your very own and sole choice; wholesomely paying a deaf ear to the nonsensically wanton planet outside, Breathe whatever you ever wanted to; relentlessly flooding the jacket of your quintessential lungs with the vibrations of your very own and sole choice; wholesomely paying a deaf ear to the loquaciously pugnacious planet outside, Believe in whatever you ever wanted to; indelibly worshipping the Omnipotent powers of your very own and sole choice; wholesomely paying a deaf ear to the fecklessly ostracizing planet outside, But if you really wanted to feel the most unconquerably priceless entity on this boundless Universe; then love only that girl who loved you more than you could ever love your very own life; wholesomely surrendering even the most transient element of your heart; body and soul; for her to immortally bond with; whenever she wished; whenever she unflinchingly liked….

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HAPPY MARRIED LIFE May this day forever bestow upon you bountiful riches, May this day forever bless you with all that is wholeheartedly benevolent, May this day forever reinforce your life with fathomless number of living years, May this day forever exempt you from every misdeed that you inadvertently committed, May this day forever eradicate every ounce of hysterical agony from your heart, May this day forever transform the bleary caricature of your monotonously devastated face, into one with sacrosanct smiles, May this day forever freeze tears of gloom which oozed profusely from your immaculately magical eyes; transforming them into a wand of happiness, May this day forever safeguard you invincibly against deathly mishaps and obnoxious falls, May this day forever ensure that even the tiniest of your desires; were handsomely replenished to the most unprecedented limits, May this day forever quench your thirst for philanthropic prosperity; with sacrosanct blessings from the Almighty Lord, May this day forever clear all evil mists devastatingly obfuscating your impeccable demeanor; making you the most priceless entity alive, May this day forever evacuate all those sordidly pointed thorns adhering incorrigibly to your nimble feet; annihilate every obstacle that dared come your way, May this day forever bless you with an unassailably euphoric charisma; making you the most inimitable darling of all crowds, May this day forever wade away even the most mercurial trace of ominously lethal; fervently waiting to snare every bit of your celestial goodness, May this day forever place you in a royally glittering palace; an adobe which perennially flowed with the unconquerably symbiotic richness of humanity, May this day forever revitalize your soul with rays of impregnable optimism; as the Sun dazzled infallibly every mystically brilliant dawn, May this day forever make you feel that you’d just taken fresh birth; to enjoy and profoundly exultate in every bit of panoramic goodness of this miraculous planet, May this day forever give you the strength to triumph

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh over every devil existing and beyond; make you feel the most wonderfully truthful entity alive, May this day forever gift you with the miraculous prowess of healing the most horrifically deplorable miseries; with the Omnipotent ointment of love in your benign heart; soul; and conscience, And I might be unfortunate enough not to be present at this heavenly occasion; but here’s wishing you O! Divinely Couple; a very Prosperous and Immortal “Happy Married Life” …. _____________________________________________________________

WRITTEN AND REWRITTEN AN INFINITE TIMES… Every tangible and intangible portion of my lips; had solely and nothing else but her compassionately igniting kisses written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their sordidly impoverished periphery, Every tangible and intangible portion of my skin; had solely and nothing else but her Omnipotently rekindling caresses written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its diminutively trembling periphery, Every tangible and intangible portion of my brain; had solely and nothing else but her timelessly enthralling fantasies written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its pathetically victimized periphery, Every tangible and intangible portion of my palms; had solely and nothing else but her majestically Omnipresent destiny written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their penuriously staggering periphery, Every tangible and intangible portion of my chest; had solely and nothing else but her indefatigably unconquerable sensuality written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its traumatically slavering periphery, Every tangible and intangible portion of my veins; had solely and nothing else but her perpetually ameliorating camaraderie written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their deplorably divested periphery, Every tangible and intangible portion of my eyes; had solely and nothing else but her irrefutably candid reflection written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their parsimoniously shattered periphery, Every tangible and intangible portion of my tongue; had solely and nothing else but her inexhaustibly bountiful melody written and rewritten an infinite

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times; all over its inexplicably devastated periphery, Every tangible and intangible portion of my neck; had solely and nothing else but her unendingly emancipating magnetism written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its pathetically quavering periphery, Every tangible and intangible portion of my chin; had solely and nothing else but her timelessly delectable nibbles written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its drearily subjugated periphery, Every tangible and intangible portion of my ears; had solely and nothing else but her perennially mellifluous sounds written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their frigidly besmirched periphery, Every tangible and intangible portion of my shoulders; had solely and nothing else but her Omnipresently mitigating philanthropism written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their infinitesimally pulverized periphery, Every tangible and intangible portion of my shadow; had solely and nothing else but her tantalizingly ravishing whisper written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its irascibly fidgeting periphery, Every tangible and intangible portion of my armpits; had solely and nothing else but her infallibly persevering sweat written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their miserably floundering periphery, Every tangible and intangible portion of my throat; had solely and nothing else but her eternally liberating melody written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its ethereally parched periphery, Every tangible and intangible portion of my feet; had solely and nothing else but her indomitably fathomless adventure written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their lugubriously obsolete periphery, Every tangible and intangible portion of my conscience; had solely and nothing else but her flames of unassailably everlasting truth written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its transiently extinguishing periphery, Every tangible and intangible portion of my impression; had solely and nothing else but her perpetually insuperable signature written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its nimbly fluttering periphery, Every tangible and intangible portion of my nostrils; had solely and nothing else but her Omnisciently ever-pervading breath written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its fervently tiny periphery, And every tangible and intangible portion of my heart; had solely and nothing else but her Immortally unshakable love written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its obsessively throbbing periphery….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

PERPETUALLY REKINDLING ELECTRICITY…. Every of my unbelievably ardent kiss fell on her sensuously reinvigorating lips; and each ecstatically fiery kiss of hers too; fell more fervently than ever before; on mine. Every of my sensuously untamed sweat drop fell on her effulgently golden skin; and each uninhibited sweat drop of hers too; fell more uncontrollably than ever before; on mine. Every of my resplendently ebullient tear fell on her pristinely inimitable chin; and each victorious tear of hers too; fell more beautifully than ever before; on mine. Every of my intrepidly unhindered muscle fell on her artistically ameliorating shoulders; and each triumphant muscle of hers too; fell more symbiotically than ever before; on mine. Every of my unstoppably philandering finger fell on her voluptuously naked back; and each wandering finger of hers too; fell more amazingly than ever before; on mine. Every of my eternally mellifluous song fell on her ravishingly enamoring ears; and each majestic song of hers too; fell more ardently than ever before; on mine. Every of my panoramically fructifying fantasies fell on her tantalizingly nubile skin; and each iridescent fantasy of hers too; fell more insuperably than ever before; on mine. Every of my fierily proliferating desires fell on her seductively rubicund cheeks; and each passionate desire of hers too; fell more unconquerably than ever before; on mine. Every of my jubilantly intricate eyelashes fell on her poignantly venerated forehead; and each rousing eyelash of hers too; fell more magnetically than ever before; on mine. Every of my harmoniously crimson blood drop fell on her irrefutably royal destiny lines; and each blossoming blood drop of hers too; fell more unassailably than ever before; on mine. Every of my spectacularly fertile ingredient fell on her magically barren crevices of love; and each Omnipotent fertile ingredient of hers too; fell more vociferously than ever before; on mine. Every of my unshakably everlasting embrace fell on her splendidly redolent hips; and each timeless embrace of hers too; fell more infallibly than ever before; on mine.

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Every of my brazenly dancing hair fell on her enigmatically bountiful neck; and each vivacious hair of hers too; fell more poignantly than ever before; on mine. Every of my impeccably heartfelt ideology fell on her synergistically emancipating soul; and each unflinching ideology of hers too; fell more unsurpassably than ever before; on mine. Every of my inevitably irrevocable destiny line fell on her fabulously quavering chest; and each spell binding destiny line of hers too; fell more euphorically than ever before; on mine. Every of my unabashedly humanitarian element fell on her innocuously divine feet; and each benign humanitarian element of hers too; fell more unbeatably than ever before; on mine. Every of my incredulously enchanting shadow fell on her blessedly rejuvenating countenance; and each vivid shadow of hers too; fell more tenaciously than ever before; on mine. Every of my immortally truthful heartbeat fell on her pricelessly inimitable bosom; and each subliming heartbeat of hers too; fell more faithfully than ever before; on mine. And as all this blissfully unfurled; there insuperably sparked such a perpetually rekindling electricity in even the most dreariest speck of this Universe; that every true lover on this altruistic earth; heaven or hell; was perennially gifted by the Omniscient Lord; an infinite more compassionate lives and lifetimes…. _____________________________________________________________

OUR LOVE WOULD IMMORTALLY CONQUER…. Our physical forms might inevitably evaporate one day; but the unbelievable melody of our united breath; would immortally transcend and conquer even the most infinitesimal speck of this Universe; for times immemorial, Our physical forms might inevitably diminish one day; but the rhapsodically unfettered essence of our divinely childhood; would immortally transcend and conquer even the most obfuscated iota of this Universe; for times immemorial, Our physical forms might inevitably disappear one day; but those uninhibitedly mischievous glances that we cast at each other as if the Sun had just risen from behind the hills; would immortally transcend and

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh conquer even the most inconspicuous trace of this Universe; for times immemorial, Our physical forms might inevitably collapse one day; but our bounteously unflinching camaraderie in good times and diabolically evil; would immortally transcend and conquer even the most parsimonious cranny of this Universe; for times immemorial, Our physical forms might inevitably asphyxiate one day; but the unsurpassable magnetism in our eyes for each other; would immortally transcend and conquer even the most feckless fragment of this Universe; for times immemorial, Our physical forms might inevitably surrender one day; but the unlimitedly ecstatic desire for each other in every pore of our skins; would immortally transcend and conquer even the most oblivious parchment of this Universe; for times immemorial, Our physical forms might inevitably shatter one day; but those infallible promises which we’d committed to never ever let go our grip; would immortally transcend and conquer even the most evanescent rooftop of this Universe; for times immemorial, Our physical forms might inevitably massacre one day; but each of those sensuously reinvigorating kisses which ignited us till realms beyond infinite infinity; would immortally transcend and conquer even the most transient figment of this Universe; for times immemorial, Our physical forms might inevitably behead one day; but every of those symbiotically melaning fantasies that we’d dreamt together; would immortally transcend and conquer even the most invisible space of this Universe; for times immemorial, Our physical forms might inevitably deteriorate one day; but every song of pricelessly inimitable righteousness that we’d sung in unabashed unison; would immortally transcend and conquer even the most fugitive fabric of this Universe; for times immemorial, Our physical forms might inevitably subjugate one day; but every alphabet of the redolent poetry that we’d penned on each other; would immortally transcend and conquer even the most wavering firmament of this Universe; for times immemorial, Our physical forms might inevitably crumble one day; but the indelibly unfailing mantra that we’d always harbored to triumph over the devil; would immortally transcend and conquer even the most nonchalant arena of this Universe; for times immemorial, Our physical forms might inevitably vanquish one day; but the unrelenting ardor that reigned supreme in our souls to save and exist only for each other; would immortally transcend and conquer even the most

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lugubrious corridor of this Universe; for times immemorial, Our physical forms might inevitably bury one day; but every of those iridescently heart-rendering cisterns that we’d traced on each other’s flesh; would immortally transcend and conquer even the most fleeting molecule of this Universe; for times immemorial, Our physical forms might inevitably fade one day; but the brilliantly unstoppable virility that we’d experienced in our bodies everytime we were together; would immortally transcend and conquer even the most remote tunnel of this Universe; for times immemorial, Our physical forms might inevitably succumb one day; but our intrepidly exhilarating elixir to lead every stage of life as it unfurled; would immortally transcend and conquer even the most inane ounce of this Universe; for times immemorial, Our physical forms might inevitably obliterate one day; but the insuperably Omnipotent fire that rose to the ultimate apogee of the sky as our pulsating bodies met; would immortally transcend and conquer even the most faltering element of this Universe; for times immemorial, Our physical forms might inevitably extinguish one day; but the fervently maniacal longing in each of our breaths to celestially mélange irrespective of whatever; would immortally transcend and conquer even the most disassociated scaffolding of this Universe; for times immemorial, Our physical forms might inevitably char one day; but every of those ebulliently artistic dances that we’d performed on rainsoaked grass with our bodies entwined; would immortally transcend and conquer even the most orphaned patch of this Universe; for times immemorial, Our physical forms might inevitably dwindle one day; but every of those seeds that we’d sowed with the united amalgamation of our poignantly crimson blood; would immortally transcend and conquer even the most fugitive leaf of this Universe; for times immemorial, Our physical forms might inevitably disintegrate one day; but every word of Omnipresent truth that we uttered with our lips inseparably interlocked; would immortally transcend and conquer even the most lackadaisical filament of this Universe; for times immemorial, And Our physical forms might inevitably finish one day; but that heaven of unshakably Omniscient love which had impregnably imprisoned every beat of our throbbing heart; when we’d very first met; would immortally transcend and conquer even the most minuscule trajectory of this Universe; for times

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TRUE LOVE INEVITABLY COMES TO YOU…. Until and Unless you don’t open your agglutinated eyes; you just wont be able to sight even an infinitesimal iota of Nature’s panoramically fathomless beauty; the mists of bewitching enchantment profusely inundating the atmosphere all around, Until and Unless you don’t open your Spartan lips; you just wont be able to utter even the most ethereally nonchalant of sound; flood the dolorously morbid ambience around; with unbelievably spell-binding melody, Until and Unless you don’t open your dogmatic stomach; you just wont be able to accommodate even the most obsoletely feckless ingredient of food; stupendously relish the unsurpassably pristine fruits of Nature divine, Until and Unless you don’t open your clenched fists; you just wont be able to profoundly enjoy the exuberantly drifting breeze; feel the untamed exhilaration of fantastically rhapsodic air upon your lines of inevitable destiny, Until and Unless you don’t open your incorrigble hips; you just wont be able to symbiotically defecate even a fugitive iota of the unfathomable trash; miserably asphyxiating and rotting in the walls of your holistic intestine, Until and Unless you don’t open your stony ears; you just wont be able to decipher even the most transiently conspicuous of voice; wholesomely shunting yourself from the fabulously blessed decibels of synergistic worldliness, Until and Unless you don’t open your intransigent cheeks; you just wont be able to blow the bountifully stupefying whistle; permeate every cranny of mother earth with incredulously ebullient sound, Until and Unless you don’t open your vindictive conscience; you just wont be able to assimilate even a globule of irrefutably infallible truth; holistically imbibe the unconquerably emollient principles of humanity, Until and Unless you don’t open your quagmire brain; you just wont be

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able to fantasize beyond the monotonously ordinary; uninhibitedly dance in the wisps of unbelievably ecstatic and silken paradise, Until and Unless you don’t open your indignant toes; you just wont be able to astoundingly relax; let even the most vespered of your senses blend with the winds of fantastically rejuvenating tranquility,’ Until and Unless you don’t open your incarcerated inhibitions; you just wont be able to perennially evolve; unassailably coalesce even the most the dwindling of your nerves with the heavens of miraculously ameliorating artistry, Until and Unless you don’t open your irrevocable veins; you just wont be able to ubiquitously mélange every droplet of your blessed blood; with every caste; creed; tribe and race effulgently alive, Until and Unless you don’t open your mechanized hair; you just wont be able to intrepidly adventure; let even the most forlornly livid of your wishes become an eternal petal of the exhilarating atmosphere, Until and Unless you don’t open your thwarted throat; you just wont be able to tantalizingly sip the most exotically ravishing sips of water; serenade the devastated crannies of your neck with the most vivacious elixir of life, Until and Unless you don’t open your entrapped muscles; you just wont be unflinchingly defend your diminutively impoverished persona; blossom into a wall of righteously fortified self-defense, Until and Unless you don’t open your robotic shoulders; you just wont be able to wonderfully reach out to every echelon of humanity; timelessly mitigate and altruistically hoist countless deprived orphans towards their ultimate destination in life, Until and Unless you don’t open your strangulated armpits; you just wont be able to feel the redolent trail of perseverance dribble down your body; golden globules of your hard-earned sweat make you feel more invincibly closer to the most humanitarianly blessed mission in life, Until and Unless you don’t open your imprisoned nostrils; you just wont be able to lead even an obfuscated trifle of enigmatic life; eternally rejoice in the Omnipotent supremacy of undefeatably charismatic creation, But irrespective of whether you opened your heart the slightest in your chest or not; the true love of your destiny inevitably comes searching

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh for you from even the most dying realms of infinite infinity; to unabashedly and immortally bond with every beat of your Omnipresently blessed existence…. _____________________________________________________________

MAKE LOVE EVERY MOMENT; EVERY DAY… The most perfect day for “Cricket” was; when the Sun blazed indefatigably from fathomless sky; with brilliantly invincible streams of light and air transcending everything else in the atmosphere, The most perfect day for “Adventuring” was; when the mists of unparalleled sensuousness dribbled from every conceivable leaf of the forest; when every ingredient of soil on which you tread was engulfed with tantalizingly fresh globules of rain, The most perfect day for “ War ” was; when your battalion of soldiers were consummately equipped and armed; and more so when the desire to win for their impoverished motherland reigned the most supreme in their hearts, The most perfect day for “ Chess” was; when you stretched the corridors of your imagination even beyond the uncannily extraordinary; interminably concentrating every unfurling instant; like the mid-day Sun, The most perfect day for “ Hunting” was; when stony silence overruled every trajectory of the boundless forests; fomenting you to surreptitiously approach your hedonistically man-eater prey, The most perfect day for “ Fantasizing” was; when an unsurpassable cradle of voluptuously enchanting clouds embellished every bit of barren sky; enamoring even the most fecklessly stagnating pore of your skin with unceasingly blessed rhapsody, The most perfect day for “ Dancing” was; when every blade of hair on your fantastically virile skin; stood up in effulgent exhilaration towards the astounding semi-crescent of the pearly Moon, The most perfect day for “ Kite-Flying” was; when uninhibitedly triumphant draughts of wind inundated every cranny of the atmosphere; unbelievably transported holistic thread and paper to serenaded heights of blue sky,

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The most perfect day for “ Football” was; when millions of fans cheered in ecstatic unison; everytime the ball headed towards the goal post under the flamboyantly sweltering rays of the mid-day Sun, The most perfect day for “ Skating” was; when even the most inconspicuous portion of soil that you tread; metamorphosed into beautifully untainted white ice, The most perfect day for “ Whistling” was; when even the most weirdest of your dreams; your every earnestly philanthropic effort in the chapter of vibrant life; seemed to be fructifying into the most blissfully unconquerable of reality, The most perfect day for “ Bathing” was; when the ravishingly shimmering waterfall ardently invited you; to feast upon its perpetually reinvigorating spray as it cascaded victoriously and freely into the valley of bewitchingly untamed wilderness, The most perfect day for “ Wrestling” was; when even the most dolorously dying muscle of your body; insatiably urged to punch its way; to fight for its very own symbiotic right; through the fabric of this endless Universe, The most perfect day for “ Examination” was; when the person you loved; adored and worshipped the most; inexhaustibly stood by your side as your most unflinching mate; even as the planet commenced to wholesomely extinguish and subside, The most perfect day for “ Driving” was; when you felt the benign spirit of your soul blend with your car and road; when whichever trail you chose to go took you towards an epitome higher than the skies, The most perfect day for “ Partying” was; when people of all caste; creed; tribe; color and race; invincibly melanged as the most celestially endowed gathering under the Sun; united in waves of symbiotic brotherhood for times immemorial, The most perfect day for “ Swimming” was; when each wave of the sea glistened in spell-binding harmony with impregnably golden sunshine; when the shores became your ultimate abode and the majestic sea your only savior, The most perfect day for “Living” was; when the nostrils were not just greedy for inhaling and solely flooding their individual lungs with

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh unprecedented euphoria; but wanted to bestow happiness on countless other lives as well; altruistically exhaling out the same, Whist the most perfect day for “Love” is every unfurling moment; every sensuous night; every blazing day; irrespective of any circumstance; situation; belonging or activity; so start to fall in love; replenish with love; blossom into love; make priceless love every beat of your immortally palpitating heart; this very moment today… _____________________________________________________________

THE SOLE AND MOST ARDENT SLAVE… There’s just one of the Omnipotent Sun; to timelessly illuminate even the most lugubriously ribald crannies of the earth; blaze a ray of triumphantly unfettered light for times immemorial, There’s just one of the Vivacious Sky; to perpetually harbor organisms of every caste; creed; color and tribe; with unconquerably ardent compassion in its symbiotically blessed lap, There’s just one of the Everest Peak; to indomitably transcend over all heinously evil; stand as the lone infallibly undefeated warrior; amidst a boundless Universe of salaciously crippling corruption, There’s just one of the Iridescent Rainbow; to tirelessly mesmerize countless horrendously beleaguered souls; forever drift even the most infinitesimal of their misery towards the aisles of paradise divine, There’s just one of the Royal Oyster; to unbelievably enthrall the unceasingly undulating waves of the tangy ocean; never ever let a morbid moment sweep even a transient iota; across its invincible periphery, There’s just one of the Divinely Dewdrop; to inexhaustibly bless the limitless carpet of emerald green on this fantastically redolent Universe; profoundly reinvigorate every pore of the skin with ecstatically newborn freshness, There’s just one of the Insuperable Ocean; to unendingly stupefy every tangible and intangible source of life on this ever-pervading planet; ubiquitously disseminate spice and salt into even the most haplessly devastated of breaths, There’s just one of the Princely Lion; to endlessly rule even the most

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ethereal corner of the enchanting forest; irrefutably enshroud every open space on ebullient earth with inimitably unparalleled supremacy, There’s just one of the Omniscient Moon; to unflinchingly enlighten every staggeringly dwindling soul; even in the most diabolically pulverizing of hour; past the coffin of treacherous midnight, There’s just one of the Virile Seed; to timelessly fructify into a gorge of astoundingly vibrant newness; bless even the most tawdrily decrepit patch of soil on earth; with victoriously Omnipresent life, There’s just one of the Inscrutable Shadow; to wonderfully placate even the most disastrously frazzled of senses; cast a spell of unbreakable fantasy in every innocuously nimble mind alike, There’s just one of the Intrepid Fossil; to amazingly depict every conceivable form of life which blissfully thrived; an infinite centuries and moments ago, There’s just one of the Triumphant Woman; to unassailably evolve the most benign creation of life; sequestering it like an impregnable fortress inside her womb; from every devilish vagary of the parasitic world outside, There’s just one of the Impudent Bumble Bee; to ooze into unlimited cisterns of mellifluously gifted honey; permeate a heaven of sweetness into even the most venomously cacophonic of life, There’s just one of the Crimson Rose; to incredulously mollify every fetidly asphyxiated nostril; with the philanthropically unbridled scent of humanity and the Creator Divine, There’s just one of the Unshakable Conscience; to assimilate every iota of unchallangably priceless truth on the trajectory of this bountiful Universe; perennially treasure the ideals of undefeated righteousness, There’s just one of the Euphoric Breath; to magnificently perpetuate eternal life into even the most fecklessly obsolete entity without compassion and quintessential life, There’s just one of the Immortal Heart; to indefatigably unite every tangibly effulgent entity on the belly of the Universe; uninhibitedly ensure that there throbbed blessedly symbiotic life; even after life, And then there’s just one of Tiny “Me”; to intricately decipher every step

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh that she alighted towards me; to everlastingly comprehend the very essence of her godly breath; to be the most ardent and sole slave of her humanitarian radiations; of the golden sweat that dribbled from her unconquerably celestial feet…

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NO ACCOMMODATIONS…. Just a single droplet of water; could never ever in its most eccentrically wildest of dream; envisage of filling up the entire fathomless ocean, But the limitlessly enthralling ocean whether disdainfully empty or full; could handsomely accommodate an infinite droplets of water; even when perpetually asleep and without the slightest of inhibition…. Just a single succulent fruit; could never ever in its most bizarrely evanescent of dream; perceive of filling up the entire gigantic tree, But the bountifully ebullient tree whether gruesomely empty or full; could majestically accommodate an infinite fruits; even when perpetually asleep and without the slightest of inhibition…. Just a single grain of brazen sand; could never ever in its most obliviously staggering of dream; conceive of filling up the entire boundless desert, But the endlessly sweltering desert whether tawdrily empty or full; could infallibly accommodate an infinite sand grains; even when perpetually asleep and without the slightest of inhibition…. Just a single virile seed; could never ever in its most obsoletely dilapidated of dream; visualize of filling up the entire inexhaustible meadow, But the bounteously fructifying meadow whether salaciously empty or full; could unflinchingly accommodate an infinite seeds; even when perpetually asleep and without the slightest of inhibition…. Just a single hillock of mud; could never ever in its most fugitively parsimonious of dream; anticipate of filling up the entire unfathomable mountain, But the indomitably gargantuan mountain whether hideously empty or full;

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could aristocratically accommodate an infinite hillocks of mud; even when perpetually asleep and without the slightest of inhibition…. Just a single ray of dazzling light; could never ever in its most obscurely extinguishing of dream; cognize of filling up the entire unconquerable Sun, But the triumphantly Omnipotent Sun whether bawdily empty or full; could uninhibitedly accommodate an infinite rays of light; even when perpetually asleep and without the slightest of inhibition… Just a single puff of air; could never ever in its most fecklessly disappearing of dream; contemplate of filling up the entire victorious atmosphere, But the effulgently unending Atmosphere whether treacherously empty or full; could jubilantly accommodate an infinite puffs of air; even when perpetually asleep and without the slightest of inhibition… Just a single iridescent star; could never ever in its most forlornly vanishing of dream; imagine of filling up the entire unfettered cosmos, But the ever-pervadingly enigmatic cosmos whether sleazily empty or full; could symbiotically accommodate an infinite twinkling stars; even when perpetually asleep and without the slightest of inhibition…. Just a single speck of ice; could never ever in its most ethereally miserly of dream; envision of filling up the entire unassailable avalanche,’ But the inscrutably Herculean avalanche whether dastardly empty or full; could incredulously accommodate an infinite specks of pristine ice; even when perpetually asleep and without the slightest of inhibition… Just a single comprehensible word; could never ever in its most transiently diminishing of dream; contemplate of filling up the entire unceasing dictionary, But the spectacularly sagacious dictionary whether ignominiously empty or full; could wonderfully accommodate an infinite prudent words; even when perpetually asleep and without the slightest of inhibition…. Just a single uncanny color; could never ever in its most preposterously deteriorating of dream; think of filling up the entire unbelievable rainbow, But the stupendously fantastic rainbow whether worthlessly empty or full; could magically accommodate an infinite tranquil colors; even when perpetually asleep and without the slightest of inhibition…. Just a single ferocious lion; could never ever in his most remotely collapsing of dream; fathom of filling up the entire bewitching forest,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh But the endlessly bewildering forest whether inanely empty or full; could handsomely accommodate an infinite untamed lions; even when perpetually asleep and without the slightest of inhibition… Just a single holistic second; could never ever in its most pathetically evaporating of dream; comprehend of filling up the entire eventful year, But the amazingly marathon year whether lividly empty or full; could blissfully accommodate an infinite punctilious seconds; even when perpetually asleep and without the slightest of inhibition… Just a single breathing organism; could never ever in its most victimizingly flailing of dream; picture of filling up the entire enamoring earth, But the inimitably unparalleled earth whether punitively empty or full; could ebulliently accommodate an infinite living organisms; even when perpetually asleep and without the slightest of inhibition… Just a single redolent root; could never ever in its most penuriously dwindling of dream; foresee of filling up the entire synergistic plant, But the compassionately effervescent plant whether deliriously empty or full; could easily accommodate an infinite fragrant roots; even when perpetually asleep and without the slightest of inhibition… But just a single beat of immortal love; was enough to enshroud the entire passionately throbbing heart with an unlimited cistern of companionship; companionship and only eternally blossoming companionship, Whereas the unceasingly palpitating heart; wholesomely and upfront refused to accommodate an infinite beats; as it was just that single beat of love that had spelt perpetual magic upon it; had enslaved it in Omnipotently invincible entirety; not only for this birth; but for an infinite more lives and lifetimes yet to come… _____________________________________________________________

HUSBAND & WIFE… I really didn’t think as to whether or not she thought about me ; as for me she was the most beautifully emollient girl on this fathomless Universe; whose scent of philanthropic humanity transcended me to a level greater than the Gods, I really didn’t think as to whether or not she thought about me; as for me she was the most resplendently enamoring girl on this boundless

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Universe; whose infallibly unflinching optimism aroused me from even the most ghastliest of my corpse, I really didn’t think as to whether or not she thought about me; as for me she was the most sensuously inebriating girl on this limitless Universe; whose tantalizingly undefeated shadows put my soul to an eternal trance, I really didn’t think as to whether or not she thought about me; as for me she was the most mellifluously vivid girl on this timeless Universe; whose royally humanitarian voice; put an abrupt end to all my satanic miseries and sorrow, I really didn’t think as to whether or not she thought about me; as for me she was the most astoundingly eclectic girl on this ebullient Universe; whose divinely splendor metamorphosed me into an atmosphere of inimitable pricelessness, I really didn’t think as to whether or not she thought about me; as for me she was the most benevolently fragrant girl on this gigantic Universe; whose altruistic simplicity perpetuated me to dedicate my entire life to the service of all living kind, I really didn’t think as to whether or not she thought about me; as for me she was the most triumphantly truthful girl on this limitless Universe; whose essence of unparalleled righteousness granted me more and more strength to combat all parasitically evil; every unfurling minute of the day, I really didn’t think as to whether or not she thought about me; as for me she was the most endlessly enchanting girl on this unceasing Universe; whose spell bindingly innocuous eyes made me a grasshopper ardently hopping under the rain, I really didn’t think as to whether or not she thought about me; as for me she was the most artistically gifted girl on this effulgent Universe; whose unassailable virility engendered me to proliferate into infinite more of my synergistic kind, I really didn’t think as to whether or not she thought about me; as for me she was the most boisterously effervescent girl on this unconquerable Universe; whose perennially undying energy made me inexhaustibly surge

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh forward towards the ultimate mission and epitome of my life, I really didn’t think as to whether or not she thought about me; as for me she was the most blessedly impeccable girl on this ever-pervading Universe; whose aristocratically rubicund lips wholesomely sealed every pathway of ruthless devastation in my life, I really didn’t think as to whether or not she thought about me; as for me she was the most indomitably ecstatic girl on this amazing Universe; whose one fugitive glance made me feel as if I was the richest entity on earth alive, I really didn’t think as to whether or not she thought about me; as for me she was the most inimitably enigmatic girl on this undaunted Universe; whose ravishingly nubile skin ignited tremors of unprecedented exhilaration in my mind; body and soul, I really didn’t think as to whether or not she thought about me; as for me she was the most brilliantly endowed girl on this inscrutable Universe; whose intrepidly tingling trails propelled me to adventure fearlessly bare-chested for the remainder of my life, I really didn’t think as to whether or not she thought about me; as for me she was the most pristinely unfettered girl on this iridescent Universe; whose insuperably venerated eyelashes tirelessly signaled to me to embrace the religion of egalitarian humanity, I really didn’t think as to whether or not she thought about me; as for me she was the most beautifully bountiful girl on this unbelievable Universe; whose singleton hiss of the throat made me feel as if the entire planet around; was my unshakable friend, I really didn’t think as to whether or not she thought about me; as for me she was the most indisputably faithful girl on this colossal Universe; whose Omnipotent sincerity forever made me envisage planet earth as a sky of united innovation, I really didn’t think as to whether or not she thought about me; as for me she was the most fierily euphoric girl on this perspicacious Universe; whose articulately celestial fingers oozed a cistern of perennial nectar on even the most hopelessly barren path that I transgressed,

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And I really didn’t think as to whether or not she thought about me; as for me she was the most immortally passionate girl on this unbridled Universe; whose every unconquerable heartbeat drew me more closer and closer to her divinely form; and without even me and her realizing the slightest; made us forever and ever and ever as “Husband & Wife”…. _____________________________________________________________

OUR VERY FIRST WEDDING NIGHT… It was a night for which we both had ardently waited; like the uncouthly sweltering deserts wait; for the first droplets of resplendently bountiful rain, It was a night for which we both had timelessly waited; like the unfathomably emaciated shark in the boundless oceans waits; for plentiful scores of succulently ravishing fish, It was a night for which we both had unlimitedly waited; like the disastrously Spartan stillness of the forests waits; for the first roars of the majestically parading and invincibly towering lion, It was a night for which we both had unceasingly waited; like the lugubriously decaying candle-wick waits; for the infallibly dancing flames to kiss its chapped periphery, It was a night for which we both had inexhaustibly waited; like the haplessly dying cow waits; for unsurpassably pristine meadows of bountifully unadulterated grass, It was a night for which we both had passionately waited; like the hopelessly asphyxiating blackness of the evening waits; for the optimistically enlightening twinkling of the impeccable stars, It was a night for which we both had limitlessly waited; like the dreadfully morbid corpse waits; for reinvigorating traces of spell bindingly perennial life, It was a night for which we both had unendingly waited; like the gruesomely barren sheets of lackadaisically sullen paper wait; for countless lines of

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh exquisitely compassionate calligraphy, It was a night for which we both had eternally waited; like the sullenly solitary epitome of the Herculean mountain waits; for a compassionately unbridled and impregnable embrace, It was a night for which we both had untiringly waited; like the brutally parched buds of the tongue wait; for endless number of sips of gloriously Omnipotent water, It was a night for which we both had unstoppably waited; like the unflinchingly true martyr waits; for the moment when he could altruistically shed his life for his unassailably sacrosanct motherland, It was a night for which we both had frenetically waited; like the robustly seasoned cricket bat waits; for the first juicy full toss of the over to synergistically arrive, It was a night for which we both had fervently waited; like the first jubilantly nubile petal of the scarlet rose waits; to be insuperably embraced and ecstatically smelt, It was a night for which we both had indefinitely waited; like the traumatically bleeding feet wait; for being wholeheartedly welcomed by a pathway of poignant lotus’s and ebulliently traversing through the same, It was a night for which we both had indefatigably waited; like the miserably flailing wind of undefeatable righteousness waits; for the celestially victorious mirror of truth, It was a night for which we both had intransigently waited; like the helplessly squeaking fledgling in the shattered nest waits; for its wings to ecstatically develop and wonderfully fly, It was a night for which we both had irretrievably waited; like the remorsefully shriveled veins in the body wait; for incessantly fructifying streams of blessedly crimson blood, It was a night for which we both had intractably waited; like the nostril ruthlessly buried an infinite feet beneath mundane earth waits; for unfathomable skies of rhapsodically fresh breath, It was a night for which we both had undyingly waited; like the indiscriminately pulverized heart and soul in the chest wait; for even the most diminutive innuendos and beats of immortal love, And It was a night for which we both had unimaginably waited to perpetually and wholesomely unite in mind; body; soul and breath; like every tangible organism on the planet waits for the Lord to enter its impoverished life; it was a night in which we were going to be forever bonded in the oceans

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of conjugal bliss; it was a night which was going to be our very first wedding night.... _____________________________________________________________

SPARE MY HEART You could take away all my fingers; mercilessly feeding them to the unfathomable horde of satanic wolves; immediately after, But I would still pray to you cupping my blissfully pudgy palms; unrelentingly admiring the astounding versatility of your enamoring creation; O! Almighty Lord…. You could take away all my toes; barbarically evaporating them into the aisles of worthless nothingness, But I would still pray to you standing on the heel of my rudimentary feet; intransigently saluting the celestially panoramic silhouette of your insurmountably colossal Universe; O! Almighty Lord…. You could take away both my pairs of lips; disastrously penalizing their poignant pink; with infinitesimal chunks of sordid mud, But I would still pray to you tenaciously mumbling with my rustically indigenous jaws; staring in profound adulation of your poignantly vivacious timelessness; O! Almighty Lord….. You could take away every ingredient of my scarlet blood; sprinkling the same in torrential spurts over; nonchalantly lackadaisical globules of acrimoniously sweltering; desert soil, But I would still pray to you superbly synchronizing my profusely impoverished caricature; incessantly stopping down in due humility of your unconquerably Omnipotent power; O! Almighty Lord…. You could take away all my voice; abominably blending each euphorically mesmerizing sound of mine; into the valley of despicably slandering nothingness, But I would still pray to you; unflinchingly meditating in my mind; marvelously kissing every rhapsodically ebullient element of your priceless creation; O! Almighty Lord…. You could take away both my shoulders; wholesomely squelching them to inconspicuous sawdust; before hurling them towards the famished fleet of; menacingly

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh growling crocodiles, But I would still pray to you; dexterously bending my feet in due obeisance of your; resplendently everlasting aura which united all mankind; O! Almighty lord….. You could take away both my eyes; gruesomely divesting me of even the most inconspicuously ethereal shade of light; for the remainder of my long life, But I would still pray to you; perceiving the mantra of holistic existence humbly in the corridors of my tiny brain; altruistically praising your Omniscient radiance to one and all on this fathomless planet; O! Almighty lord…. You could take away every iota of my breath; satanically thrusting me to boundless kilometers beneath my despondently ghastly corpse, But I would still pray to you; scrupulously reminiscing all my fantastically exuberant moments on mother earth; supremely idolizing your Omnipresent grace as the sole panacea to harmoniously survive; O! Almighty Lord….. And you could take away whatever you wanted from this penuriously grotesque caricature of mine; metamorphosing me entirely into the exact color of dust that you wanted; O! Almighty Lord; but I humbly request you to spare my passionately palpitating heart, As in its center existed the perennially vibrant melody of my immortal Beloved; whose invincible fragrance imparted me the fortitude to confront even a countless deaths in this single birth of mine; and for whose divinely form; I could relinquish this very moment; a countless more lifetimes…. _____________________________________________________________

EVERY BEAT OF YOURS IS PRICELESS Every benign smile of yours is beautifully priceless; as it could trigger a wave of unparalleled euphoria in the morbidly sullen atmosphere; so please don’t forget to wholeheartedly smile, Every unflinching sound of yours is blazingly priceless; as it could instill astronomical courage in the inexplicably miserable camouflage of the ghastly night; so please don’t forget to wholeheartedly talk, Every profound blush of yours is resplendently priceless; as it could perpetuate a wave of

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tantalizing sensuousness through the manipulatively commercial blanket of this planet; so please don’t forget to wholeheartedly blush, Every patriotic stride of yours is triumphantly priceless; as it could prove indispensably vital in relieving your sacrosanct motherland from the clutches of tyrannical devils; so please don’t forget to wholeheartedly march, Every mystical fantasy that you soliloquize is priceless; as it could enlighten a ray of blissful hope in the dolorously despondent life of the orphaned child; so please don’t forget to wholeheartedly fantasize, Every innocuous word that you majestically embossed is priceless; as it could evoke an unsurpassable reservoir of empathy in the life of all those disastrously shattered; so please don’t forget to wholeheartedly write, Every philanthropic seed that you sowed is unassailably priceless; as it could stupendously spawn a civilization of enthralling grace and togetherness; so please don’t forget to wholeheartedly sow, Every scintillating truth that you spoke is irrefutably priceless; as it could vanquish the derogatory corpse of lies forever; impregnate fresh beams of optimism in ruthlessly tyrannized lives; so please don’t forget to wholeheartedly bliss, Every enamoring shape that you evolved is unchallangably priceless; as it could ebulliently invade through the dungeon of monotonous depravation with fireballs of untamed enthusiasm; so please don’t forget to wholeheartedly evolve, Every seductive whisper of yours is unequivocally priceless; as it could inundate the vindictively mutilated ambience around; with a sea of voluptuous softness; so please don’t forget to wholeheartedly whisper, Every heartfelt blessing of yours is unfathomably priceless; as it could metamorphose the remorsefully pathetic complexion of this Universe; into a rainbow of everlastingly fulfilling righteousness; so please don’t forget to wholeheartedly bless, Every royal yawn of yours is unbelievably priceless; as it could celestially impart eternal rejuvenation and reprieve to the satanically work deluged atmosphere; so please don’t forget to wholeheartedly yawn, Every flirtatious wink of yours is gloriously priceless; as it could miraculously transit all those diabolically besieged with whirlwinds of abhorrent prejudice; right back into their impeccable childhood; so please don’t forget to wholeheartedly wink, Every exuberant clap of yours is scintillatingly

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh priceless; as it could handsomely permeate devastatingly sagging lives with the ecstatic river of flamboyant existence; so please don’t forget to wholeheartedly clap, Every effusive expression of yours is aristocratically priceless; as it could sparkle an ocean of poignant belonging in gruesomely maimed lives; so please don’t forget to wholeheartedly express, Every exhilarating adventure of yours is unimaginably priceless; as it could ravishingly proliferate a web of titillating discovery even in the heart of the disparagingly clinical laboratory; so please don’t forget to wholeheartedly adventure, Every droplet of your golden sweat is impregnably priceless; as it could symbiotically incinerate the flame of timeless perseverance in all those languid bones decaying towards sordidness; so please don’t forget to wholeheartedly sweat, Every redolent breath of yours is unconquerably priceless; as it could bestow vivacious cisterns of undefeated life; to even the most grotesquely distorted entities beneath the ominous coffins; so please don’t forget to wholeheartedly breathe, And every passionate heartbeat of yours is Omnisciently priceless; as it could divinely unite the entire earth in the swirl of incomprehensible compassion and perpetual mankind; so please don’t forget to wholeheartedly love….. _____________________________________________________________

A SPELL OF IMMORTAL HAPPINESS The joy perpetuated due to water cascading from the heavens was temporary; as it extinguished as soon as it had come; with the light of the flamboyantly sweltering Sun; stringently fulminating all seductive sensuousness, But the water effusively gushing from your impeccably sacrosanct eyes was rhapsodically eternal; handsomely bestowing upon my disastrously frazzled senses; a spell of immortal happiness…. The joy triggered due to fragrance of the glorious lotus’s was transient; as it soon got wholesomely obfuscated; with whirlwinds of vicious dust pulverizing the stem forever, But the fragrance emanating from your immaculately diminutive chest was ebulliently enthralling;

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magnanimously bestowing upon my tyrannically manipulative conscience; a spell of immortal happiness….. The joy incinerated due to vivacious rainbows in the cosmos was ethereal; as it soon got ominously massacred; by an unfathomable carpet of sullen clouds threateningly engulfing it from all sides, But the rainbows of beauty that formed on your freshly born crimson cheeks were timeless; stupendously bestowing upon my murderously sagging countenance; a spell of immortal happiness…. The joy evoked due to the trail of the mischievous chimpanzee in the forests was short lived; as it soon got washed into miserable oblivion; with the uncouthly overwhelming floods turbulently besieging it from all over, But the trail of mesmerizing enigma on your innocuously budding palms was astoundingly divinely; bestowing upon my staggering beleaguered footsteps; a spell of immoral happiness…. The joy radiating due to fascinating Sunlight filtering from the unsurpassable conglomerate of scarlet clouds was ephemeral; as it soon got diabolically encompassed by the dolorous winds of the ghastly night, But the light uninhibitedly diffusing from your blissfully godly eyes was perennially triumphant; bestowing upon my hideously faltering stride; a spell of immortal happiness….. The joy stimulated due to the voice of the voluptuous nightingale was momentary; as it soon got brutally annihilated by the roar of the; ferociously marauding lions, But the voice singing from your celestially tiny throat; was unbelievably ecstatic; bestowing upon my commercially starved ears; a spell of immortal happiness…. The joy aroused due to the ravishing fruits on the branches was evanescent; as it soon got disdainfully squelched; with the Herculean gale savagely uprooting the tree; with every single of its leaf, But the fruits of Godly creation merrily sprouting from each cranny of your delectably beautiful skin; were unsurpassably bountiful; bestowing upon my satanically traumatized demeanor; a spell of immortal happiness….. The joy transpired due to the marvelously placid air in the atmosphere was fugitive; as it soon drifted in another direction altogether; with the tumultuously brute force of the stormy winds, But the air that you indefatigably disseminated from your melodious nostrils was unconquerable ingratiating; bestowing upon my scurrilously wailing

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh soul; a spell of immortal happiness…. And the joy generated due to the love of two blending seeds was fugacious; as it soon got barbarically demolished; with the plant spawning up and then eventually withering with the passing winds, But the ocean of unassailable love that you forever liberated from your Universally unprejudiced heart was supremely ever-pervading; bestowing upon my devastatingly diminishing life; a spell of immortal happiness…..

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ONLY ONE There were infinite of them which you adored; because of their vibrantly unending kaleidoscope of ingratiating forms; harboring an eternal compassion for all mankind, There were infinite of them which you saluted; because of their unflinchingly blazing patriotism; their untamed spirit to perennially surge forward in vivacious life, There were infinite of them which you cherished; because of their uninhibited entrenchment of empathy; which sequestered all those dithering miserably in inexplicable anguish, There were infinite of them which you revered; because of their astronomically aristocratic prowess of; enshrouding even the most dolorously insane cranny of this Universe; with unprecedented timelessness, There were infinite of them which you worshipped; because of their Omnipotent reservoir of humanity; their incessant fulmination into the most priceless river of symbiotic sharing, There were infinite of them which you patronized; because of their blissfully everlasting innocence; the untainted charisma that lingered in their dormitories of gregarious companionship; for times immemorial, There were infinite of them which you idolized; because of their supremacy over all other things on this boundless Universe; as they spread the scent of charismatic seduction; to every dwelling magnanimously wholehearted, There were infinite of them which you respected; because of their Omnipresent command over the lives of every organism on this fathomless planet; the

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unparalleled magnificence that they unleashed into every ticking instant of existence, There were infinite of them which you romanced; because of their unfathomably poignant ocean of effusive camaraderie; bonding even the most disgruntled of entities on this earth; in the spirit of impregnable togetherness, There were infinite of them which you adulated; because of their ravishingly frosty cloud of mysticism; wonderfully flooding each aspect of brutally tyrannized survival; with the fruits of regally princely mankind, There were infinite of them which you kissed; because of their gorgeously melodious gorge of bountiful beauty; inevitably enticing even the most horrendously alien of organism; in their intriguingly redolent swirl, There were infinite of them which you believed; because of their invincible swirl of immutable righteousness; the unsurpassable mountain of resplendent honesty; that they had incarcerated bloomingly within, There were infinite of them which you embraced; because of their celestially unbelievable innocence; their indefatigable tenacity to; forever stand for the cause of unshakable truth, There were infinite of them which you immortalized; because of their marvelously pristine ability to inundate even the most remorseful of corpses; with a valley of royally ebullient colors, There were infinite of them which you remembered; because of their tireless chapter of astounding procreation; the incredulously sparkling palpitations of newness that they instilled in every organism; worthy of priceless life, There were infinite of them which you followed; because of their Omnisciently unassailable aura of unity; bestowing fireballs of flamboyant hope upon all those; despicably devastated in the pages of existence, There were infinite of them which you fantasized; because of their fantastically silken grace; their miraculously healing touch which metamorphosed even the most crippling of weakness; into the island of rhapsodic paradise, There were infinite of them which you yearned; because of their fragrantly lovely sweetness; as their song of heavenly companionship; put even the most savagely traumatizing of your worries; to an absolute rest, But there was only one of out of those infinite hearts; which allowed you to immortally bond with each of its passionately throbbing beats; there was just one heart which imprisoned your love invincibly and

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh for infinite more births; yet to come…

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MADE ONLY FOR EACH OTHER Our eyes were made only to poignantly stare at each other; with even the most boundless of Universe outside; miserably stumbling in their attempts; of breaking our profoundly spell binding compassion, Our hands were made only to ardently intertwine with each other; with even the most countless of Universe outside; pathetically staggering; every time it tried to; disintegrate our everlastingly enchanting spirit of solidarity, Our ears were made only to fervently listen to each other; with even the most fathomless of Universe outside; ludicrously tasting dust; every time it tried to; perpetuate our united vicinity with its unfathomable flurry of prejudiced sounds, Our lips were made only to handsomely kiss each other; with even the most unlimited of Universe outside; disdainfully vomiting stink; every time it tried to; barbarically butcher our aisles of sensuous timelessness, Our cheeks were made only to voluptuously tingle each other; with even the most unending of Universe outside; preposterously faltering; every time it tried to; insidiously infiltrate our immaculate virility with its vindictively ominous diabolism, Our destinies were made only to majestically blend with each other; with even the most endless of Universe outside; digging its veritable corpse; every time it tried to; savagely permeate our existence with the clouds of commercial blackness, Our voices were made only to euphorically sing with each other; with even the most relentless of Universe outside; sordidly sinking in its grave of doom; every time it tried to; invidiously pilfer its worthless cacophony in our impregnable rhyme of a united existence, Our blood was made only to perennially coalesce with each other; with even the most colossal of Universe

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outside; becoming an inconspicuous fraction of its formidable self; every time it tried to; mélange abhorrently spurious religion in our uninhibited existence, Our bellies were made only to tantalizingly dance with each other; with even the most gigantic of Universe outside; being pulverized to infinitesimal ash; every time it tried to; maliciously disrupt our titillating ebullience in the heart of the resplendently starry night, Our shadows were made only to ecstatically frolic with each other; with even the most Herculean of Universe outside; retracting to insipid nothingness; every time it tried to; satanically overrule our eternal forms with its cold-blooded sardonism, Our chins were made only to beautifully stupefy each other; with even the most everlasting of Universe outside; shrinking to an infinitesimal matchstick; every time it tried to; acrimoniously disrupt our regally priceless and exotic essence of sharing, Our teeth were made only to mischievously nibble each other; with even the most unprecedented of Universe outside; reducing to a mocking caricature of meaninglessness; every time it tried to; brutally massacre our unshakable relationship; with venomously exonerating lechery, Our shoulders were made only to indefatigably march abreast each other; with even the most incomprehensible of Universe outside; transforming to flagrant despair; every time it tried to; salaciously poison our blazingly benign patriotism, Our feet were made only to triumphantly surge forward with each other; with even the most unrelenting of Universe outside; tirelessly tasting threadbare dust; every time it tried to; menacingly deluge our intrepid survival; with the dungeons of penalizing cowardice, Our hair were made only to exhilaratingly blow together; with even the most ever pervading of Universe outside; ridiculously retreating into its shell of unpardonable shame; every time it tried to; bombard our innocuous survival; with its entrenchments of deliberate doom, Our skins were made only to bountifully sweat with each other; with even the most overwhelming of Universe outside; ludicrously collapsing in a heap of bedraggled non-existence; every time it tried to; numb our blistering nerves with avalanches of insane melancholy, Our nostrils were made only to blissfully breathe with each other; with even the most unfathomable of Universe outside; shattering into an infinite pieces; every time it tried to; tyrannically penetrate into our sacrosanct fortress of perpetual sharing,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh Our souls were made only to last a countless more births with each other; with even the most unshakable of Universe outside; horrifically forgetting its very own identity; every time it tried to; viciously bludgeon our belief’s in the Almighty divine; with its sword of devilish manipulation, And our hearts were made only to immortally love each other; with even the most proliferating of Universe outside; being thrashed into disparagingly despondent oblivion; every time it tried to; uncouthly massacre our enigmatic passion; with its pistols of rigid convention….

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I DID KNOW FOR SURE I really didn’t know as to why did I feel like profusely staring only at your majestically sparkling eyes; abominably brushing aside infinite other eyes; on this bountifully colossal Universe, I really didn’t know as to why did I feel like poignantly caressing only your voluptuously sensuous lips; disdainfully trampling aside infinite other lips; on this marvelously gigantic Universe, I really didn’t know as to why did I feel like seductively fondling only your ravishingly tantalizing hair; uncouthly leaving aside infinite other hair; on the trajectory of this resplendently twinkling Universe, I really didn’t know as to why did I feel like ardently listening to only your spell bindingly Omnipotent voice; ruthlessly leaving aside infinite other voices; on this gigantically mesmerizing Universe, I really didn’t know as to why did I feel like patriotically saluting only your benevolently philanthropic ideals; wholesomely leaving aside infinite other ideals; on this astronomically aristocratic Universe, I really didn’t know as to why did I feel like irrefutably worshipping only your regally divine feet; entirely brushing aside infinite other feet; on this fathomlessly vivacious Universe, I really didn’t know as to why did I feel like irretrievably intermingling my destiny only with your

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immaculate palms; intransigently brushing aside infinite other palms; on this magnificently panoramic Universe, I really didn’t know as to why did I feel like timelessly dancing only with your sensuously rhapsodic form all night; unequivocally brushing aside infinite other forms; on this vividly enthralling Universe, I really didn’t know as to why did I feel like ebulliently blending only with your exuberantly glistening sweat; insipidly brushing aside infinite other sweat; on this stupendously charismatic Universe, I really didn’t know as to why did I feel like amiably bonding only with your pristine fingers; nonchalantly brushing aside infinite other fingers; on this gregariously boundless Universe, I really didn’t know as to why did I feel like divinely coalescing only with your humanitarian nature; mockingly brushing aside infinite other nature’s; on this jubilantly triumphantly Universe, I really didn’t know as to why did I feel like uninhibitedly sharing only with your everlastingly enchanting soul; unsparingly brushing aside infinite other soul’s; on this ingratiatingly charming Universe, I really didn’t know as to why did I feel like mischievously flirting with only your gorgeously robust cheeks; ingloriously brushing aside infinite other cheeks; on this vibrantly rhapsodic Universe, I really didn’t know as to why did I feel like immaculately nibbling only your handsomely embellished neck; rampantly brushing aside infinite other neck’s; on this endlessly mesmerizing Universe, I really didn’t know as to why did I feel like fervently idolizing only your innovatively discovering brain; worthlessly brushing aside other brains; on this unfathomably fabulous Universe, I really didn’t know as to why did I feel like tirelessly smelling only your ebullient ecstatic fragrance; snobbishly brushing aside infinite other fragrance’s; on the unsurpassably enigmatic periphery of this scintillating Universe, I really didn’t know as to why did I feel like perennially melanging only with your compassionately crimson blood; phlegmatically brushing aside infinite other blood; on the garden of this exotically enticing Universe, I really didn’t know as to why did I feel like impregnably bonding only with your majestically titillating breath; indiscriminately brushing aside infinite other breath’s; on this emolliently celestial Universe, But one thing I did know for sure; as to why did I

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh feel like immortally uniting with every beat of your passionately Godly heart; lackadaisically brushing aside infinite other hearts; on this unbelievably blooming Universe, It was because I had started liking you more than I could ever desire my very own breath; it was because I had unconquerably transcended over all other treasures of this sparkling Universe; eventually stumbling upon the ultimate paradise called; love; love and only unassailable love….

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WHEN IN LOVE Even if you slapped me hard in my cheek; mercilessly whipping the succulent flesh of my body, I would still bow down my head in obeisance; proclaim vociferously to the world that I loved you. Even if you spat on me loads of your tangy saliva; castigating me openly amidst scores of civilians; for the most inadvertent of my mistakes, I would still offer you a glass of spring water to mollify your anger; say audaciously that I loved you. Even if you starved me of food for the entire day; refraining to cast an amicable look in my direction, I would still endeavor my best to make you frivolously smile; trying to enlighten the pallid atmosphere; declare without hesitancy that I loved you. Even if you made me polish the dilapidated floors till they shone like mirrors; dictatorially commanded me to wipe your shoes, I would still worship your feet in due reverence; whisper to the obdurate brick walls that I loved you. Even if you made me iron your ostentatious clothes; dressing me in threadbare sacs of corrugated jute, I would still engulf you with the extra rag on my body; when you were shivering; sobbing hysterically in front of you to convey that I loved you. Even if you shut your eyes when I confronted you; smirking haughtily when I tried to utter the most diminutive of sound, I would still carry you to your bed when your dreary toes floundered to hold their weight on the ground; kiss you gently on your lips to portray I loved you. Even if you deliberately snapped off my car brakes; making sure I met with a ghastly accident the next time I drove, I would still utter your name while lying submerged in pools of greasy blood; shout as hard as I could expend my lungs to say that I loved you. Even if you wished derogatory for me night and day; ominously stared at me for no fault of mine,

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I would still pray to the creator to impregnate your life with bountiful riches; ubiquitously disclose that I loved you. Even if you pushed me from the aircraft hovering at an unprecedented altitude in the clouds; waiting anxiously to witness the scenario of my inevitable death, I would still smile compassionately at you; fervently hoping to witness your grace again in the next birth; unanimously declare to all that I loved you before I relinquished breath. Do you want to know the secret behind my blatantly irrational behavior; the cause for my uninhibited sacrifice, Well its simply this darling; that I had loved you intensely since the moment I first saw you, And WHEN IN LOVE; I only knew how to chivalrously give; for the moment I asked you to grant me favors in return; I would be christened as the "biggest beggar".

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SMILE When the astute businessman smiled profoundly exposing his entire armory of teeth; it seemed deliberate and artificial, I developed an instantaneous abhorrence for him; as he seemed to be having evil intentions lurking furtively in his mind. When the power hungry politician on the stage smiled; embellished scrupulously in magnificent attire; it seemed as if he was putting in a marathon amount of effort, He was forcing his lips wide trying to appease the boisterous crowd; when actually the interior realms of his mind wanted him to thunderously snore and sleep. When the potbellied postman standing on the door smiled; it looked as if he was trying to conceal his intense infuriation, The ulterior motive behind his congeniality was to extract a glass of cool water; munch at some sizzling refreshments; when he actually felt that he threw the bulky parcels on the ground and ran away. When the stringent policeman smiled at the culprit; it seemed as if he was vehemently trying to suppress his intense indignation, All he was doing was nimbly buckling under a threat to his family; when he knew he should be indiscriminately thrashing the criminal for his plethora of barbaric deeds. When the waiter in the restaurant effeminately smiled; it blatantly appeared as if he was unwillingly pretending, The bulging purses of his customers had made him adapt to unfair means; while in reality he fervently wished to splash a glass of water on their faces for rebuking and condemning him. When the doctor in the operation theatre smiled; on first sight it seemed as if he was philanthropic and committed diligently to the impoverished society, Although after a while I saw him guffawing loudly; while accepting a colossal sum of money for his benevolent deed.

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh When the drunkard man swaying rampantly on the street smiled; it appeared as if he was hiding a trail of forlorn misery, There was an accentuated sea of anguish lingering in his inebriated eyes; and he stretched the corners of his cheek simply to pacify apprehensions regarding his health. When the magician swirling on the stage smiled; it seemed as if it was an intentional attempt to allure the audience, The conglomerate of his bones felt weary after performing for the entire day; and all he wanted was a cup of steaming coffee compounded with infinite hours of blissful silence. When the omniscient creator smiled on this earth; there was no questioning the authenticity of his smile, Although it encompassed scores of organisms; the tangible and ethereal; and I had only a minuscule fraction of his smile to preserve meticulously with me. And when my beloved smiled staring deeply at me with her emphatic eyes; she put an abrupt end to all my quandaries regarding the world, It was a smile, which impregnated in me a new spirit to live; a smile which was exclusively meant for me and mind you this time I wasn’t ready to share. _____________________________________________________________

IN THE EYES OF MY BELOVED As I tried to decipher my destiny in the eyes of the horrendously slithering crocodile; confronting him face on beside the marshy swamps, All I saw was a life blended consisting of savage deeds compounded with profound animosity; and before I could ask him a volley of questions; he gobbled me like mincemeat with his knife like jaws. As I tried to cognize my destiny in the eyes of a frivolous chimpanzee; patting him gently on his back, All I saw was an aboriginal life of leaping voraciously on trees; inexorably masticating a meal of succulent banana; unable to go to school like humans do. As I tried to perceive my destiny in the eyes of the hideous lizard; blowing my breath in gasps on its serrated skinned body, All I saw was a bleak future devouring scores of slimy insects; spending the remainder of my life in realms of despondency and circumspection. As I tried to envisage my destiny in the eyes of a pernicious vulture; sitting in close proximity with its monstrous sized eggs, All I saw was a brutal life plucking decayed carrion from the flesh of lifeless bodies; scaring innocuous creatures in the sky with my dreaded persona. As I tried to visualize my destiny in the eyes of a grizzly bear; riding on his furry back through the snow clad mountains, All I saw was a shivering life in the freezing winds; a future in which there would be absolutely no sun in the cosmos to sight. As I tried to conceive my destiny in the eyes of a potbellied tortoise; forcing him to extrude out his slender neck,

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All I saw was a life full of indolence blended with languid ease; without budging a solitary inch for years on the trot. As I tried to speculate my destiny in the eyes of a hunch backed camel; endeavoring to caress its slimy nose, All I saw was a life full of confronting sweltering sandstorms; consuming scraggy cactus for morning breakfast as well as nocturnal supper. As I tried to discern my destiny in the eyes of mammoth dinosaur; standing like an inconspicuous mosquito on the ground, All I saw was a life replete with barbaric domination; and before I could even realize; he instantaneously pulverized me to saw dust under his diabolical feet. As I tried to contemplate my destiny in the eyes of a scintillating dolphin; floating beside it in the swirling ocean, All I saw was a life diving acrobatically in the waters; occasionally being eaten by the preposterously huge white shark. As I tried to comprehend my destiny in the eyes of a cold blooded murderer; standing in the firing range of his gleaming revolver, All I saw was a life assassinating innocuous individuals; coating my palms with their innocent blood. And eventually as I tried to imagine my destiny in the eyes of my beloved; I felt submerged in waves of unprecedented euphoria, And it was here that I saw my life the most beautiful; the most ravishing; the most exhilarating out of all of my previous lives; and I discovered a host of blissfully fulfilling purposes to live.

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SHIVERS The tall silhouette of sodium light pole shivered incessantly, When fed with Herculean amounts of white electricity. Golden sands of the scorched desert shivered in submission, As tumultuous currents of nocturnal breeze; swept past them at midnight. Soggy patches of unadulterated clay shivered with nostalgia, An aftermath of being submerged in icy rain water; after months of blistering heat. Phlegmatic territories of green river water shivered in ecstasy, As they bore the brunt of rosewood boats; traversing tantalizingly through their surface. Naked parchment of white ivory paper shivered in agony, After invading its harmony with a plethora of blemishes; leaking from the fountain pen. Pale Grey tarmac of the road shivered in incorrigible agony, As onerous tyre treads of steel; trespassed them unrelentingly. Glossily striped skin of the venomous reptile shivered in cupid ebullience, The moment it saw the succulent body of fleet footed rabbit. Undulating demeanor of the mystical mountain shivered in bewilderment, As it was camouflaged in entirety by crispy bedsheets of brilliant snow. The sacrosanct body of cow shivered with philanthropic gratitude, As it was adeptly divested of large Jerry cans of milk. And infinite arenas of my flesh shivered with a volley of squalid goose-bumps,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh Which didn’t disappear for decades immemorial, Embossing my tangible heart with uncouth scars of shattered romance, My eyes flooding with an ocean of tears at her slightest mention; Several years after the creator took her prematurely away from my life. _____________________________________________________________

I JUST WANT YOUR LOVE I didn’t want the grandiloquent Taj Mahal to live in, A solitary hut with fortified walls would beautifully suffice. I didn’t want to drink chicory mugs of opulent cherry wine; A glass of holistic water was all I needed to quench my thirst. I didn’t want ornate embellishments of cloth to drape my persona, Jagged rags of jute; blended with firmly riveted buttons would work as a wonderful substitute. I didn’t want mesmerizing rhymes sung by the matron; in order to sleep, The monotonous cacophony of vehicular traffic would prove to be an adept tranquilizer. I didn’t want flamboyant cars to traverse the Grey carpet of roads, The non-polluting; multiple spiked bicycle would help me maintain my circulation of blood. I didn’t want the silken floss of brush; to scrub the armory of my teeth, Serrated sticks of medicinal neem; would render my palette with a ravishing scent all sunlit day. I didn’t want swim in the luxuriously sculptured; glistening water pool, Instead I wanted to feel the exhilaration while trespassing through choppy waves of the saline ocean. I didn’t want to consume pasteurized milk; juxtaposed with flavored nuts, Fresh droplets of milk oozing from the teats of mother cow; was the one indispensable for my bones. I didn’t want to be exorbitantly applauded by scores of innocuous individuals; Benevolent prayers; from within deep recesses of their heart would be enough to make me ecstatic. I didn’t want artificial contrivance's to illuminate the atmosphere, The dazzling light of sun; and enchanting beams of moon were fathomless to cherish. I didn’t want appetizing dishes of roasted almonds; with a slurry of processed butter, Bountiful fruits dangling from the tree; and a plethora of succulent vegetable leaf would annihilate all indigestion. I didn’t want the luminous dial of imported watch; wound tautly against my wrist, The varied positions of sun god and changing patterns of light would give me an excellent idea of time. I didn’t want battalion of flowers to be laid for my reception, An ambience bereft dust and debris; evacuated of wild thorn would be the

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enough to express gratitude. I didn’t want fat bundles of currency; with you dressed in ostentatious jewelry as my bride, A rustically polished face; with a cluster of inexpensive flower in your hair; would pacify my heart, As I would outrageously cry out in public and say "I just want your perpetual love".

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THE MOON I POSSESSED The moon in the sky was obliterated by a cluster of ashen Grey clouds, While the moon standing before me; was as immaculate as freshly extracted milk. The moon in the sky possessed disdainful blotches of dispersed powder, While the moon standing abreast my heart; was bereft of even a solitary spot of dirt on its body. The moon in the sky was often invaded by a fleet of alien spaceships, While the moon I held in close proximity; was obsessively mine. The moon in the sky bestowed its tenacious radiance only in nocturnal hours of the night, While the moon caressing my lips; shone brilliantly all sweltering day; as well as in perpetual dark. The moon in the sky was often overshadowed by flaming rays of the sun, While the moon lying down on my toes; stood prominently as the lone survivor amidst infinite contestants of beauty. The moon in the sky offered partial relief from the monotonous heat prevailing in the air, While the moon smiling parallel to my eyes; pacified all turbulence that arose in my body. The moon in the sky changed its shape with the unleashing hour, While the moon whispering in my intricate ear; harbored the same silhouette for marathon numbers of years. The moon in the sky remained impassive as an obdurate stone; even when I cried, While the moon nestling beside me in the languid grass; wiped my tears with sumptuous empathy. The moon in the sky segregated its love; amongst millions of people residing on the globe, While the moon dwelling with me in my house; loved me as much as it feared to abruptly die. The moon in the sky didn’t breathe a fraction of air, While the moon staring at me in due adulation for countless hours; breathed heavily down my neck.

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh And did you; know that the moon in the sky was as intangible as the withered leaf; While the moon I possessed in entirety in my perception; was living; being the most beautiful girl on this earth

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I MISSED YOU I missed you like; the scorched deserts miss inevitable droplets of rain, I missed you like; the innocuous orphans profoundly missed their parents, I missed you like; the gargantuan chunks of white marble miss shine, I missed you like; the arid mountains miss the mesmerizing cascade of the waterfall, I missed you like; the wild panther in the cage misses its kingly status and growl, I missed you like; the glamorous woman, who misses streaks of flamboyant paint on her nails, I missed you like; the fortified lock which lies strangulated; missing its articulate key, I missed you like; the fishes imprisoned in the aquarium miss the ravishingly salty sea, I missed you like; the dilapidated stones lying on the street missed the honor of being incorporated in the palace, I missed you like; the grandiloquent fountain pen missing its ink, I missed you like; the mother who misses her children when they depart for school, I missed you like; the leaves of the tree which thoroughly miss exuberant draughts of breeze, I missed you like; the silver sands of beach miss a battalion of crabs, I missed you like; the exhausted intestine misses reinvigorating water, I missed you like; the blotted patches of thunderous sky miss the twinkling stars, I missed you like; the crippled man misses his strong feet, I missed you like; the tallest summit of the mountain misses the obstreperous sounds on the earth, I missed you like; the spider crawling wildly on the ground misses its web, I missed you like; the criminals held captive in dingy cells miss their homes, I missed you like; the penguins wading through frozen ice miss holistic sunshine, I missed you like; the drunkard in the disdainful hospital misses voluptuous wine, I missed you like; the fractured bone misses its strength to audaciously fight, I missed you like; the blind man traversing on the crowded streets misses his eyes, I missed you like; the bereaved wife misses her husband, I missed you like; the bird lying injured on the debris misses its buoyant wings, I missed you like; those afflicted with cancer miss the zest for robust life, I missed you like; the dismally old miss their resplendent youth, I missed you like; the once exorbitantly affluent misses all his wealth, I missed you like; dead body of a person missed indispensable breath, I missed you like; tbe omnipotent god in heaven misses earth, Please come back to me; forgiving me for my inadvertently committed misdeeds,

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As I can't exist without you; I really miss you.

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I WOULD RECOGNIZE YOU If I was a blind man; with indispensable jewels in my eye gruesomely scarred, With a colossal island of darkness besieging me in entirety; prompting me to grope like an imbecile animal on the crowded street, I would recognize you in millions; by the cadence of your mesmerizing voice. If I was born stone deaf; unable to decipher the most thunderous of sound, Sitting unperturbed with tranquil ease; even after witnessing the vociferous roar of a shattering earthquake, I would recognize you in millions; by your articulately molded features; and your celestial smile. If I was existing as perpetually dumb; deprived of the ability to produce sound, Grant stupendous impetus to words; converting them into eloquent speech, I would recognize you in millions; by the astoundingly striking honey brown pigments in your eye. If I was disdainfully crippled; traversing through the scraggy streets; resting entirely on my angular hands, Unable to stand vertically on my mutilated feet; scrutinizing the gargantuan building kneeling low towards the earth, I would recognize you in millions; by the shape of your mystically carved dainty feet. If I was born squint eyed; with intricate arenas of my face appearing comically distorted, Sighting a single person as twins; being beaten up on infinite an occasion by apathetic individuals, I would recognize you in millions; by the softness and tenderness of your ravishing hair. If I had a mask camouflaging my face; obliterating my sight even from the faintest traces of light, With gigantic plugs of cotton stuffed uncouthly in my ears; rendering me worse than being deaf or blind, I would still recognize you in millions; by the fragrance of your enchanting body. And If I was wholesomely intact; with all parts of my demeanor functioning to bountiful capacity, Several gallons of blood circulating boisterously through my finely chiseled veins,

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IMPRISONED I had dirt imprisoned in my nails; which seemed all the more abashing when I stood in the limelight; confronting public, I had scores of dandruff imprisoned in my scalp; prompting me to inevitably scratch; although it blended strikingly with my black coat, I had tumultuous strength imprisoned in my clenched fists; having stupendous power to decimate impostors swindling the innocent, I had eloquence imprisoned in my throat; which made me chant melodious rhymes of synchronized music, I had tenacity imprisoned in my emphatic eyes; which possessed the prowess to melt the supremely intransigent, I had a frivolous smile imprisoned in my luscious lips; which seemed all the more profound; when I encountered ravishing beauty, I had a jugglery of obdurate muscle imprisoned in my legs; enabling me to traverse long distance in acerbic sun; bereft of a vehicle, I had millions of hair imprisoned in my skin; cushioning me from uncouth blows of the society, I had salubrious blood imprisoned in my intricate veins; instilling in me the strength to sustain life, I had a crimson pink tongue imprisoned in my mouth; granting me the indispensable ability of speech, I had a bulky wallet imprisoned in my trouser pocket; making me feel despicable; when I stripped it of its currency, I had a flamboyant horse imprisoned in my stables; on which I used to sit and gallivant through the mountains, I had infinite lines imprisoned at the back of my palm; which audaciously portrayed my destiny to unleash, I had unfathomable cells imprisoned in my finely chiseled brain; blessing me with the capacity to decode the most baffling of enigmas, I had golden droplets of sweat imprisoned in my armpits; inundating the placid surroundings with unbearable stench, I had tones of air imprisoned in my inflated lungs; which made me breathe; relish every unveiling second of life,

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I had yellow enamel imprisoning my teeth; making it impossible for me to smile, I had nostalgic memories imprisoned in my subconscious mind; as I ruefully reminisced all those moments when I was young, And most importantly; superseding all things; I had her love imprisoned in my heart; which bestowed upon me the impetus to blissfully live; fight for justice in this nonchalant world.

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I WISHED FOR TIME TO STOP When I was studying incessantly; trying to decode enigmatic problems of intricate arithmetic, Concentrating onerously; putting in my stupendous best to appear in the examination, I wistfully wished that time should whistle past; as fast as the aircraft flying in the air; and there were blissful holidays once again. When I stood in the long queue for marathon hours; with scores of irascible passengers; shuffling across incongruously, Disconcertingly poking sensitive avenues of my body; breathing heavily down my nape, I wished that time should pass as quickly as a race horse; and my number arrived soon at the ticket counter. When I walked barefoot on burning embers of crimson fire, A myriad of ligaments in my tender skin; got mercilessly scalded, I wished for the time to tick rapidly like a palpitating heart; and for the moments when I would be perfectly rehabilitated. When I sat on the lavatory seat; with my bowels viciously strangulated by obnoxious constipation, Infinite droplets of silver sweat dribbling painstakingly down my lips; irregular contractions besieging my stomach, I fervently wished for time to gallop like a panther; and for my lungs to be inundated with fresh air suspended outside When I worked unrelentingly in the office; scrutinizing bulky manuscripts for typographical errors, Posing a monotonous smile to all my seniors; nostalgically reminiscing my childhood days, I wished for the time to churn ahead like propelled boat in the sea; and for me to reach my dwelling in one piece. When I lay bedraggled on the streets; penurious and deprived of indispensable amenities in life, Pangs of hunger reverberating thunderously in my belly; with a dwindling destiny to be confronted,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh I wished for time to leap several years; placing me in the age when I would be exorbitantly affluent; having a silken coat instead of the jute at present engulfing my demeanor. When I was a child; scolded on umpteenth occasions by my domineering elders, Given parsimonious allowances to sustain life; stringently admonished not to remain awake late in the night, I wished time traversed as fast as the express train; transforming me into exuberant youth; capable of dictating terms to my compatriots. When I lay unconscious in dreaded coma; a deathly blue tinge incorporating my body, All fantasy replaced by distressing tribulation in my colossal brain, I had an intense wish; for time to zip across like the fastest kangaroo; and for me to relinquish life; forever ending the niggling agony. And when I was in the arms of my beloved; with her ravishing hair cascading all over my body, The supple complexion of her lips caressing my nose; with her mesmerizing voice softly striking against my eardrum, I sincerely wished and prayed for minutes to freeze in their advancing footsteps; and this was the only occasion when I incorrigibly wanted the time to stop. _____________________________________________________________

YOU WERE MY LOVING WIFE YOU WERE MY appetizing and delicious cake; without the tiniest globule of red cherry, You were my stupendous palace; without the flamboyantly towering chimneys, You were my impeccable canister of milk; without the most minuscule trace of cream, You were my flute with mesmerizing sound; without the most inconspicuous of glamorous beats, You were my plate of scintillating ivory; without superfluous carvings embossed in abundance, You were my swirling ocean; without the cumbersome and bulky ships polluting it every unveiling second, You were my sprawling meadows of fresh grass; without glistening dewdrops and obnoxious fertilizer, You were my breathtaking aircraft in the sky; without the luxuriously

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adorned seats, You were my traditional dancer; without any traces of pomp and gliteratti, You were my cascading fountain of delectable froth; without spurious effervescence and shimmering lights, You were my silvery pearl incarcerated within the oyster; without traces of sanctimonious gold, You were my ensemble of voluptuous hair; without the slightest aroma of perfumed shampoo, You were my candle of pure wax; without artificial fires blazing; emanating invidiously from your wick, You were my romantic flamingo; without disdainful paint adhered to your wings, You were my hard bound book of enchanting fairy tales; without any tinge of mystery and adulterated thrill, You were my tendrils of redolent musk; without any presence of the mechanized room freshener, You were my solid brick wall; without vivid color and pretentious graffiti, You were my immaculate lines of literature embedded on the blackboard; without any mentions of the swanky computer, You were my coalition of clouds in the sky; without the most infinitesimal trace of contemporary spacecraft, And You were my loving wife; the only girl of my dreams; without the slightest of embellishment; passionately breathing rustic draughts of air; smiling far away from the land of ostentation. _____________________________________________________________

YOU'LL HAVE TO STAY ALIVE YOU'LL HAVE TO stay alive for the sake of all those leaves; which brushed past your dainty skin while you walked in wilderness, You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those dreams; you saw every night when in deep sleep, You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those droplets of rain; that passionately cascaded down your body; when you stood beneath the clouds,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those nostalgic memories; that reminded you about your past every unleashing minute, You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those jokes; that engendered you to thunderously laugh; every time you heard them circulating in proximity, You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those clothes; that you vibrantly adorned while dancing unrelentingly; till wee hours of dawn, You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those patches of earth; that you inadvertently tread on while achieving your mission, You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those things which you felt; transmitting you into waves of unparalleled ecstasy, when you were deserted alone, You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those birds which loved your presence in the morning; singing to you their absolutely favorite rhyme, You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those dolphins; which leaped in exultation; the moment they witnessed you standing near the shores, You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those roses which yielded you their pristine scent; fervently awaited you to water them at dusk, You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those butterflies that kissed you nimbly on your cheeks; while making their expeditions towards the open sky, You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those eyes that admired every task you accomplished; bolstered your confidence every unfurling hour; in your quest to achieve supremacy, You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those idols you vehemently prayed to; which made your life a blissful experience to exist on planet earth, You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those people who held your hands; assisted you to cross the streets bustling with obstreperous traffic, You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those cow's which fed you with milk every day; grinned at you subtly as you fed them with delectable clusters of green grass, You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those draughts of wind; that

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incessantly imparted tenacity to your lungs to contentedly breathe and stay rejuvenated, You'll have to stay alive for the sake of the parents who evolved you; raised you this big from the stage of being an inconspicuous little child, And more importantly than anything; you'll have to stay alive; for me, as the my heart would relinquish to palpitate; dying a ghastly death the very instant your beats separated from mine…

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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.

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh 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.

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WHISPERS A PLETHORA OF dark veined leaves; whispered frantically to the silhouette of plum tree, To stand like a mountain in turbulent winds; not to succumb even when its roots were attacked by parasite. Mammoth sculptured blue bodied whales; whispered fervently to the saline ocean, To drench their silken skin entirely with salt; gratify their gluttony with scores of sumptuous fish. Scorched sands of the colossal desert; whispered abusively to sapphire puffs of clouds, To unrelentingly rain; transforming their impoverished soul into one with bountiful water. The venomous form of rustic jungle spider; whispered incorrigibly to the threads in its intricate web, To bear it's weight for times immemorial; entangling in a vise like grip; a battalion of succulent insect.

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The obdurate stones strewn incoherently on the ground; whispered to passing pedestrians, To trample they walked; pleading with the bystanders to kick them into remote corners of oblivion. Dry sticks of trimmed lumber; whispered intermittently to steaming flames of fire, To incinerate them thoroughly; transforming their composite proportion into frugal heaps of burnt chowder. The newly born mammalian sibling; whispered pleadingly to its mother, To feed it's famished lips; with perennial supply of salubrious milk. The sealed demeanor of stamped envelope; whispered nostalgically in the ears of the postman, To deliver it without further delay; into the safe hands of the person it belonged. A fleet of orphans in the sanatorium; whispered inevitably to god, To reveal traces of their loved ones; unite them as one again; to bring back lost anecdotes of supreme felicity. The articulately carved key; whispered sonorously to the lock, To accommodate it with nonchalant ease; opening without apprehensions the moment it caressed its periphery. My tangible heart at the end of the monotonous day; whispered to my soul, To grant it reprieve from misdeeds inadvertently committed in the day; forgive it for all the evil it harnessed. And the omniscient aura of god; whispered philanthropically to all his fellow beings inhabiting the earth, To extend comforting arms towards those in distress and pain; profoundly master the art of perpetual love.

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh I would want you to cling tightly to my persona as my serrated green skin. If I was born in the ominous form of the jungle tiger in the next birth, I would you to be incorporated in my body as my domineeringly authoritative growl. If I was born as a densely foliated tree in the next birth, I would want you to be the perennial leaves that emanated from my silhouette. If I was born as an opalescent fish in the next birth, I would want you to be saline water in which I could sustain life and swim. If I was born as the twin horned sacrosanct cow in the next birth, I would inevitably desire you as the milk I would diffuse from my flaccid teats. If I was born as a slithering reptile in the next birth, I would want you to be the lethal venom I possessed in my triangular fangs. If I was born as an obnoxious donkey in the next birth, I would want you to be my hooves which swished indiscriminately at innocuous trespassers. If I was born as perpetually blind in the next birth, I would indispensably want you to be my eyes to guide me towards dazzling light. If I was born as being disdainfully maim; bereft of feet in the next birth, I would incorrigibly want you to be my legs to ecstatically leap in times of jubilation. If I was born as a rustic spider with a battalion of arms in the next birth, I would want you to be mesmerizing threads of the silken web which I inhabited night and day. If I was born as an inconspicuous mosquito in the next birth, I would want you to be the sting existing in my bifurcated tentacles. If I was born as a agglomerate of sinister clouds in the next birth, I would want you to be pelting sheets of rain tumbling down on the scorched ground. If I was born as a traditional dancer in the next birth, I would desire you to be the jingling chains riveted to my anklets. If I was born as a voluptuous chameleon in the next birth,

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I would want you to be the band of colors that I changed according to my habitat. If I was born as a scintillating oyster in the next birth, I would want you as the jugglery of immaculate pearls impregnated in my belly. If I was born as a solitary camel in the blistering heat of desert, I would inevitably desire you as barrels of pellucid water to placate my thirst. If I was born as drummer performing at concerts in the next birth, I would want you as the drum which would be essential for the sound to propagate. If I was born as the most opulent on the globe in the next birth, I would intractably want you as the notes of currency; which I possessed in exorbitant capacity. If I was born as infinite blades of emerald grass in the next birth, I would want you to be the fertile land mass of soil to provide me tumultuous loads of nutrition. If I was born as the frivolous monkey in the next birth, I would want you to be my claws; facilitating me to clasp tree branches in a vice like grip. If I was born as an ambivalent filmmaker in the next birth, I would want you to be every film that I directed in my reigning tenure. If I was born as a tantalizing rose in the next birth, I would want you to be my everlasting fragrance. If I was born as a mundane ceiling fan in the next birth, I would want you to be my riveted blades; circulating exuberant draughts of air. If I was born as a boisterous honey bee in the next birth, I would want you to be the sweet nectar I produced from my catacombed body. If I was born as an inconspicuous nail hung to the wall; in my next birth, I would want you to be the peels of rust I acquired on my body. If I was born as the fibrous fruit of apple in the next birth, I would want you to be the cluster of seeds impregnated in my belly. If I was born as an indigenous woman in the next birth, I would overwhelmingly desire you as the contemporary man from the city.

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh And if by the stroke of chivalrous fortune; I was born as a man again in the next birth, I would want you to be the same girl; whom I loved immensely today; existing on this earth.

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INVINCIBLE LOVE Every night is empty without its resplendent festoon of shimmering stars; paving a path of mysticism through the dreary morbidity all around, Every desert is empty without its majestically glistening carpet of sands; royally rising and falling with the exuberantly blowing winds, Every road is empty without its flurry of boisterously gallivanting traffic; granting new dimensions all the time; to its never ending repertoire of enigmatic curves and turns, Every day is empty without its dynamically flamboyant Sun; bedazzling even the most remotely dilapidated corners of this Universe; with a garland of magnetically golden light, Every throat is empty without its harmonious melody; the captivatingly rhapsodic sound; that catapulted even the most impoverished; to an enchanting entrenchment beyond realms of mesmerizing eternity, Every mountain is empty without its irrefutably towering summits; kissing the clouds unflinchingly as they seductively drifted by; proving an ultimate exemplary to all other diminutive aspects of incarcerated life, Every mind is empty without its unrelenting fountain of enthralling fantasies; relentlessly exploring; discovering; and evolving into a waterfall of stupendous newness; as each instant unveiled, Every cloud is empty without its tantalizing droplets of rain; the unprecedented enthrallment that it spell bindingly bestowed upon this planet; with its profusely heavenly tumblers of water, Every palm is empty without its unfathomable myriad of tingling destiny lines; the magnanimous bifurcations which astoundingly governed; stardom and horrendous

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pitfalls in a mans life, Every ocean is empty without its ecstatic fish; the voluptuously ravishing elixir that they imparted to the undulating waves; culminating into fireballs of desire before clashing against the scintillating rocks, Every calendar is empty without its meticulous array of dates; the most euphoric depictions of days and weeks; propelling living kind on the path of radiantly blooming prosperity, Every flower is empty without its fabulously gorgeous fragrance; the scent that handsomely pervaded even through the most heinous webs of uncouth lechery; flooding dwindling souls all across the Universe; with vibrant light, Every forest is empty without its untamed wilderness; the unsurpassable blend of leaf and animal and stream; which weaved cloud covers of unparalleled excitement, Every vein is empty without its scarlet rivulets of blood; the Omnipotent fuel to gush forward with insurmountable fervor in life; the only religion that bonded all human kind, Every oyster is empty without its marvelously shimmering pearls; the incredulously embellished globule which fulminated into vivacious happiness, Every canvas is empty without its vivid splashes of color; inundating the sullen atmosphere around with waves of poignant compassion; suddenly making drab moments of life replete with astoundingly exotic charm, Every conscience is empty without its invincible righteousness; the sacrosanct virtue which made every organism feel as the richest alive; massacring the very essence of blatantly coward lies; from the colossal trajectory of this planet, Every heart is empty without its perpetual beats; the everlasting rhythm which bonded all across boundless earth; in thunderbolts of insatiable passion; alike, And every life is empty without its immortal love; the unconquerable soul mate of its dreams; which was its very reason to dream of an infinite more lives; more importantly in this lifetime; be blissfully breathing and alive…

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QUESTIONS I ASKED THE road; the things that perturbed her the most, She replied saying; that she was mutilated every unleashing minute, By the juggernaut of trucks; and cloud showers of swollen rain. I asked a cluster of fish in the Monsoon River; about the ultimate fantasy of their lives, The answer that followed was studded with arduous lines of brevity, As they unanimously dreamt of swimming in stormy waves of the ocean. I asked the domestic lizard to narrate its tale of woes, It didn't ponder even for a fraction of a second, Curtly saying; that it was a paucity of succulent insect that kept her starved these days. I asked the bleary eyed moon to impassively blurt out its agony, The celestial figure in the sky retorted with a volley of eloquent expletive, Blaming a fleet of monstrous spaceships; pilfering through its exquisite decorum. I asked the merrily swaying trees; to recount me their expeditions of the blistering day, They retaliated with traumatic screams; with white blood trickling down their entity, Rebuking the farmer; who had sliced them down for daily fodder. I asked the stray dogs in the street about their conditions of blissful health, They made a gallant mockery of my question barking, We aren't fastidious about food; all we need is a solitary place to sleep. I then interrogated my tangible heart to disclose its candid feelings, There were mystical vibrations which shook my entire silhouette, Beads of cold sweat camouflaged my shock of black hair, As it responded to my query saying; that it wanted to imprison forever, Posses for times unfathomable; the holistic form it loved on this earth. _____________________________________________________________

FOR THE SAKE OF FOR THE SAKE of starved territories of tarnished grass, The crimson colored sky should sob unrelentingly and; rain. For the sake of pallid regions of earth obliterated from bright light, The celestial body of sun god should dazzle brilliantly; and shine. For the sake of blind afflicted with distress and inexplicable pain,

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The handsomely affluent and privileged should help them attain their goals; and aims. For the sake of nimble footed squirrel leaping in bubbling fervor of youth, The neem tree should emboss itself with lots of crevices; and game. For the sake of distorted bones of broken calcium, The sacrosanct and robust cow should ooze milk; and frosty cream. For the sake of famished alligator lurking stealthily on nocturnal prowl, A cluster of succulent fish should relinquish breath; and become food. For the sake of vacant sheets of satiny white canvas, Adroit strokes of the artist should fill it with resplendent root color. For the sake of fortifying a lock of strong blue metal, There should exist a master key that can wind it; rendering securely close. For the sake of freedom of mind, body, and spirit, There should be philanthropic harmony; blending varied races under the sun as one. For the sake of life to proceed devoid of savage brutality, There should be bountiful messiahs of god to impart the essence of truth. For the sake of pictures taken with sleek camera, There should be animate or inanimate in neighboring vicinity. And for the sake of my heart throbbing at rollicking speeds, There should be a solitary girl residing in this universe; who can love me intensely; making me feel that I am alive. _____________________________________________________________

WHEN I SAW HER WHEN I SLAMMED my eyes shut; with vigorous tenacity, My hands started trembling in animated ecstasy. When I stopped my hands from shivering; pinning them down, Infinite hair on my persona stood up in poignant alacrity. When I soothed down dainty nodules of hair; applying Luke warm pads of heat, Juxtaposed clusters of my teeth commenced to chatter in indignation. When I put brakes on my teeth chattering; executing exorbitant power, The big toe in my feet started to nostalgically reverberate.

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh When the big toe in my feet ceased to flutter; as I firmly pressed it on the cold floor, Balloons of stale air got formed in mouth chamber; inflating it disproportionately. When my mouth transited itself to realms of synchronized normalcy, My neck started to prolifically bleed; as if stung by a million thorns. When my neck got rehabilitated; after plucking out a plethora of nails, Obstreperous cacophony profoundly iterated itself in my sensitive ear. When sensations of abhorrent sound dramatically reduced in capacity, Fiery vibrations strangulated my fists in entirety. When my hands pacified themselves; releasing their clenched demeanor, Intricate cavities in my heart started to throb turbulently. And eventually when her enchanting silhouette unfolded before my sight, I fell in celestial stupor on her dainty feet, With all the commotion drowned forever; in torrential rain showers of her unrelenting love.

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SHE WILL HAVE TO STAY ALIVE SHE WILL HAVE to laugh with pungent raptures of melody, She will have to cry with effusive sobs of unsolicited hysteria, She will have to nimbly dance to acrobatic leaps of the skipping rope, She will have to crunch raw slices of blood red radish with arduous zeal, She will have to walk upright in blistering currents of austere sun god, She will have to smear her forehead with sacrosanct shades of vermilion, She will have to adorn her dainty earlobe with jingling chains of white silver, She will have to bounce with resplendent euphoria at times of felicity, She will have to kiss the satiny tendrils of fragrant rose at the diffusion of dawn, She will have to submerge her silhouette in salty waves of the ocean,

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She will have to consume cupid mouthfuls of chocolate candy floss, She will have to knead colossal masses of spongy dough to prepare appetizing sundries, She will have to emboss mascara on her eyes; shielding them with traditional grace, She will have to bathe with sheer nostalgia in pelting showers of monsoon rain, She will have to sing in a voice replicating mesmerizing tunes of the nightingale, She will have to perspire like a bull; while making indispensable attempts to clean the house, She will have to break into guffaws of uninhibited laughter; when witnessing an authentic clown, She will have to pen down enchanting lines of calligraphy; depicting rustic civilizations, She will have to ride like a professional; on striped bare back of thoroughbred stallion, She will have to decipher enigmatic puzzles in life; Inevitable for survival, She will have to sleep like an angel all throughout the perilous night, She will have to slog in the monotonous light of the diurnal day, I would excuse her even if she failed to execute all of the above mentioned, If only she kept herself alive for centuries unprecedented; for me to love on this earth. _____________________________________________________________

THE FIRST ONE WHY DID YOU stare at me with profound hostility; trying to devour me uncouthly with your ghastly expression? When you knew that the very next instant you would be the first one to wipe off my tears; as I hurt myself on the floor and started to cry. Why did you kick me ruthlessly with your feet; abusing me incessantly with a volley of horrendous expletives? When you knew that the very next instant you would be the first one to protect me; as scores of burglars attacked me viciously with their pairs of gleaming

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh knives. Why did you scorn at me in utter disdain; refraining to talk to me no matter how vehemently I pleaded? When you knew that the very next instant you would be the first one to sing umpteenth number of songs melodiously in my ears; to put me off to blissful sleep. Why did you starve me of food; hid all baskets of fruits in the house as I frantically groped for them at midnight? When you knew that the very next instant you would be the first one to steal appetizing food from the neighborhood; in order to satiate my taste buds; the moment I let out a string of hysterical squeals. Why did you frown at me in overwhelming irritation; drenching my clothes completely by hoisting at them your pails of colored yolk, When you knew that the very next instant you would be the first one to dress me up again; iron the garments I was about to wear to the most meticulous of perfection. Why did you mischievously embody the bed I was going to sleep with a flurry of thorns; leaving a fleet of red ants of dauntingly march through? When you knew that the very next instant you would be the first one to apply the balm of your love on my wounds; swipe the last iota of dirt with sheer contempt outside our house. Why did you puncture the tyre of my car as I was about to leave for office; deflating the last bit of air trapped robustly inside? When you knew that the very next instant you would be the first one to carry me upon your shoulders; take me wherever I wanted; sequestering me from the acrimonious world; behind the cushion of your voluptuous hair. Why did you insult me in a group at the riverside party; ostracizing me for not having worn clothes of the matching color? When you knew that the very next instant you would be the first one to apologize to all; and then proclaiming loud and stringent to the world; that your husband was the best of all. Why did you try and snatch my children away from me; trying to possess them more than anyone else in this world?

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When you knew that the very next instant you would be the first one to recount to them tales of my childhood adventures; the path I undertook in life to achieve the corridors of success. And why did you leave me; domineeringly banging the door in my face; cursing your destiny at the top of your lungs for marrying me in the first place? When you knew that the very next instant you would be the first one to inevitably turn back with fiery love swirling in your eyes; comprehending the passion in my heart; and lock yourself in my embrace for times immemorial….

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UNITED EXISTENCE PLEASE ADORN MY fingers with rings of glittering gold; with the metal tightly clinging to my skin, And the shimmer emanating profoundly illuminating the gloom lingering around; exotically piercing through the blackness of the atmosphere. Please embellish my earlobes with sparkling diamonds; pellucid beads of stone weaving a way through the walls of my eardrum, And the glow disseminating voluptuously tickling your senses; making you gasp in spell bound consternation. Please beautify my intricate feet with anklets of scintillating silver; incongruous golden threads engulfed loosely around, And the tinkling sound making your body stagger; fomenting infinite goose bumps on your robust flesh. Please embed my petite palms with mystical designs; coating them with a stringent extract of sandalwood powder, And the mesmerizing aroma inevitably reviving your dead bones; causing beads of ecstatic perspiration to trickle down your nape. Please paint my nails with gaudy color; blending alluring shades of scarlet

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh gently on their periphery, And the flamboyant display causing you to trip over your face; in your attempt to sight them at close quarters. Please decorate my neck with a necklace of glistening pearls; cascading in perpetual harmony down my chest, And the shine diffusing enticing you to come near me; caress my shoulders with your passionate breath. Please smudge my lips with garish lipstick; rampantly applying it all over their fluffy periphery, And the luscious color radiating compelling you forcibly; to taste their sweetness, suckle them with your tongue in entirety. Please drench my body with emollient rose spray; the reinvigorating droplets of water splashing all over my entity, And the enamouring smell that wafted; drawing you closer to my persona from miles apart. Please garnish my eyelashes with piquant mascara; enveloping my lids with outlines of emerald green, And the fiery rays that emitted placing you into a celestial stupor; drowning you wholesomely into the unfathomably deep ocean of my eyes. Please impregnate my scalp with your blood; scrupulously bifurcating my hair into commensurate halves, And the tenacity in our romance profoundly portrayed to the world; proclaiming us to be bond in threads of holy matrimony. Please flood my heart with your love; filling every empty pore with the fervor in your veins, And the essence of our love spreading far and distant; bonding us immortally in the chords of united existence….

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FOR IMPARTING NEW LIFE For imparting life to dead granules of soil; all I did was to inundate its surface with cool buckets of water, For generating life in pallid patches of the dilapidated wall; all I did was slapped it with several coats of vivacious color, For instilling life in broken lips; all I did was kiss them intensely every where over their chapped periphery, For giving life to the sad girl philandering in corridors of gloom; all I did was danced like a clown; bringing a smile to the contours of her face, For reviving life in the lackadaisical flower; all I did was commanded the clouds to shower droplets of exhilarating rain, For bestowing life in the shattered web; all I did was leave a cluster of spider to weave their way through the same, For reinvigorating life in a dreary pair of eyes; all I did was vigorously rubbed them with raw extracts of pungent turmeric, For rejuvenating life in a scorched throat; all I did was tickle it with chilled champagne, For reinstating life in a cluster of rotten vegetables; all I did was place them in the interiors of a swanky refrigerator, For revitalizing life in the tired soles of feet; all I did was put them on the accelerator of a flamboyant racer car, For stimulating life in a fractured hand; all I did was to bring it near a panthers jaw; fomenting the bones to automatically reshape themselves at electric speeds, For offering life to the voice chords of a dumb man; all I did was bring his lost children in front of his eyes; triggering him to shout in ecstatic euphoria, For energizing life in a lazy camel; all I did was put him under the blistering sun of the sandy desert, For propelling life in the silhouette of a battered car; all I did was flood its belly with gallons of golden petrol, For resurrecting life in visage of an orphan; all I did was held him close to my chest; in the comfort of my arms for times immemorial, For fortifying life in the wrinkled skin of the abysmally old; all I did was recite to them nostalgic tales about their boisterous past,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh For reanimating life in a ghastly bruise; all I did was to dress the wounds with the bond of my empathy, For regenerating life in a dead man; all I did was blend my senses wholesomely with his soul, And for imparting new life to a miserably devastated heart; all I did was fill its cavities with the stream of my passionate love.

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WITHOUT THESE THREE Without these three I would have run, but without the slightest power or tenacity in my legs, Without these three I would have dreamt, but those fantasies would have revolved wholesomely around ghastly death, Without these three I would have smiled, but that tinkle on my face would have been as morbid as the buried corpse, Without these three I would have eaten food, but each morsel would have been like a million barrels of poison, Without these three I would have kissed, but my caress would diffuse cancerous tissues instead of spreading the bond of friendship, Without these three I would have read, but the letters would have seemed darker than the blackest of clouds, Without these three I would have cried, but the tears which dribbled down my cheek would be of pure blood, Without these three I would have earned money, but the currency would have been as infinitesimal as ash for me, Without these three I would have attended parties, but would have sequestered myself under the table, with a pool of mosquitoes hovering around, Without these three I would have seen people wandering around, but they would appear to me as lifeless entities, Without these three I would have heard voices, but would have forgotten to decipher the melody in the sound, Without these three I would have gulped water, but would have remained thirsty all throughout the day,

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Without these three I would have written long letters, but would perceive each word embossed as a rotten abuse, Without these three I would have driven my vehicle, but would loose complete control of the steering wheel, Without these three I would have worn clothes, but would have people laughing as I had worn my trousers enveloping my neck instead of my shirt, Without these three I would have sat on the royal chair, but would have tripped head-on on the floor, disdainfully losing my balance, Without these three I would have gone to the market, but would have spent my entire wallet on a flimsy chunk of spiceless vegetable, Without these three I would have fought valiantly with my fists, but each punch of mine would have been like frozen ice, Without these three I would have behaved, but only for the sake of appeasing a bunch of idiots running the family business, Without these three I would have perhaps have existed, lived for the heck of it, but without my heart actually throbbing in my ribs, And I know, by now you must be desperately waiting to know their names, And I have not the slightest of hesitation; infact am proud to christen the three immortals in my life as my "CREATOR", my "MOTHER", and my "BELOVED"... _____________________________________________________________

AT HER DOORSTEP When I was sleeping blissfully on my bed; she came intermittently in my dreams, And as I emitted my first thunderous yawn after awakening; the dainty outlines of her visage last night struck me like bolts of lightening. When I just bathed my disheveled persona; taking stupendous care to evacuate the last bit of dirt adhering to my eardrum, The scent of her body tingled me beyond the point of no control; and a sly smile crept viciously across the contours of my lips. When I thought of starting from home; her dwelling seemed far away; with several barricades separating us, The summit of her building seemed like an ephemeral glimpse of my memory;

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh with a desire to meet her heavily stifled due to the long distance. When I just kicked my scooter to commence on my expedition; my heart throbbed a little, And there was a profound glimmer of hope in my eyes; that I might salvage a chance to meet her. When I hit the streets; traversing leisurely lost in the enchantment of the mystical surroundings, Her voice seemed to stimulate my nerves; and the ravishing silhouette of her eyelashes propeled me to increase my speed a trifle further. When I had to stand still in the traffic; with the lights changing brusquely to red, I wildly tried to cognize our last conversation; in the midst of chaotic pandemonium of blaring horns and exhaust smoke. When I met her friends in the way, I gave a peevish smile; with a tiny wave of my hands, Tried to visualize the infinite aspects which made my beloved more beautiful than her spuriously attired mate. When I was extremely near her lawns; the blocks of her edifice now prominently visible to my eye, The blood in my veins ran faster; and buckets of perspiration trickled down my nape in rapid succession. And when I reached her doorsteps; the caress of her doorbell at whisker lengths from my hands, That was the moment; when I swooned on the floor in sheer ecstasy; and before I could knock on the wood; her mesmerizing forehead appeared before me; and her breath bonded perpetually with mine. _____________________________________________________________

BIND US TOGETHER The moment she was with me I shouted at her stringently; showing her my fists in indignation, But I realized it only when she went off to sleep; that I craved to speak to her; missed the bustling noise of her footsteps. The moment she was with me I teased her unrelentingly; scowled at her making ungainly faces, But I realized it only when she went out shopping;

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that I longed for her like anything; desperately craved to hear the melody in her voice. The moment she was with me I kept scratching my hair; hardly paying attention to the activities she recited of the day, But I realized it only when she talked the same to her alien friends; that how inquisitive I was to hear it passionately from her mouth. The moment she was with me I castigated all attempts of hers to tie my shoelace; portraying myself to be a perfect man, But I realized it only when she went to mothers place; as to how inevitably I needed her; and what a child I became in her absence. The moment she was with me I shrug the food she made; declaring it to be bland and tasteless, But I realized it only when she fed the same lovingly to the servants; as to how much I cherished each meal she prepared. The moment she was with me I revolted vehemently that she snored; not letting me sleep blissfully for even a single minute, But I realized it only when she slept in the lawns; as to how much I missed her caress; the ardor in her breath that intermingled with mine. The moment she was with me I protruded my tongue at her for not bathing; admonishing her for flooding my nostrils with a smell like rotten tomato, But I realized it only when she walked out of the house in anger; that I found the most exotic of perfume to be raw dirt in front of her perspiration. The moment she was with me I pointed fingers at her eyes; saying that she was horrendously squint, But I realized it only when she closed them abruptly at me; as to how mesmerizing were her lashes; the poignant empathy that they oozed out every unfurling second. The moment she was with me I told her to dismiss off from my presence; leaving me alone to delve in my world of fantasy, But I realized it only when she exited; that my dreams ended there and then; and each pore of my body cried for her in agony. Therefore this is my humble plea to you O! Almighty lord; please don’t separate us ever, For she was my blood and I was her breath; and we would die a gruesome death to take birth again as lovers; if you didn’t BIND US IN THIS LIFE TOGETHER…

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NOW OR NEVER When I thought of philandering with her high on the summit of the Himalayas; feeling the icy winds dash past my stomach, All that happened in the end was that; I ended up taking her out for a cup of sedate tea; the instant I met her. When I thought of kissing her wildly on her cheeks; making exotic noises while executing the same, All that happened in the end was that; I found myself seated in front of her in the bullock cart; playing a pack of cards. When I thought of drenching myself with her; profusely in the rain, All that happened in the end was that; I found myself crunching chocolate biscuits staring desperately into open space. When I thought of embedding a redolent rose in her hair; letting the dense ensemble of flower tickle me voraciously on my lashes, All that happened in the end was that; I found myself watering the lawns with her; the rusty lawn sprinkler sedately held in my hands. When I thought of bathing under the fountains with her; splashing her visage with tangy cold drink diffusing from my mouth, All that happened in the end was that; I found myself shopping with her in the grocery store; searching frantically for a pack of soggy matchsticks. When I thought of painting her enamouring visage; instructing her to sit mute without even budging a trifle from her place, All that happened in the end was that; I found myself lighting a candle in the church; intensely listening to the admonitions of the priest. When I thought of applying honey on her lips; before greedily slurping the same from the periphery with my tongue, All that happened in the end was that; I found myself tenaciously pulverizing medicinal herbs; to blend in the water she had to consume after her nocturnal supper. When I thought of embracing her tightly; in an ambience encapsulated with walls of frozen ice, All that happened in the end was that; she slapped me thunderously on my chin; for gawking at her open eyed in brilliant sunlight and afternoon public. When I thought of blowing air from my nostrils into her ears; flooding them mercilessly with melodious tunes emanating from my mouth, All that happened in the end was that; she engaged me

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in the task of swapping every mosquito hovering around her face. But it was only when I thought of proposing her; audaciously proclaiming in front of the society as to how much I loved her, Was that she smiled at me for the first time; fell in a celestial stupor on my feet; running her hands wildly across the strands of my hair; tears of joy gushing down her cheeks and at the same time staring deeply into my eyes; scolding me for hiding my love till today; telling me candidly that it could have been NOW OR NEVER...

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WHAT WAS THERE IN THAT BODY What was there in those eyes; that drowned me in an ocean of uncontrollable ecstasy? What was there in those lips; that made me stare in spell bound consternation for marathon hours on the trot? What was there in those feet; that made me swoon in a bedraggled heap on the ground? What was there in those hands; that made me long for a caress that could last till eternity? What was there in that nose; that made me crave for oceans of moist breath taking me unaware in their swirl? What was there in that voice; that made me wholesomely oblivious to the passing of time? What was there in that palm; that made me see my destiny explicitly in its mystical lines? What was there in those fingers; that flooded my mouth with a taste more sweeter than the wildest of nectar? What was there in that neck; that made me feel incredibly lost even in the sedative solitude of the night? What was there in those ears; that made me dream like a prince even though I was poor? What was there in that tongue; that made me remain thirsty even under blistering heat of sun and umpteenth volcano's? What was there in those teeth; that made me perceive night and day about the enchantment in smile? What was there in those eyelashes; that made me hide my reflection within; even in the most tumultuous of

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh storms? What was there in that chest; that made me go berserk every unleashing minute for an everlasting embrace? What was there in those nails; that made me shiver like an infant even in scorching heat of summer? What was there in that belly; that made me trip head on the mud; even while I was walking in spiked shoes? What was there in those hair; that strangulated my throat; made me gasp for air with every contraction of my heart? What was there in that blood; that made my pulse race a million times faster each time I felt it running through the veins? And what was there in that body; that propelled me to love each time I saw it; that triggered my existence till date today; and for many more generations to unfurl hereafter?

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WHEN YOU BREATHED When you smiled; it seemed that a million lotuses fell on the parched territory of earth, When you cried; the waves in the ocean clashed flirtatiously with the blazing chain of rocks, When you sang; the birds in the jungle forgot to chirp and a celestial silence descended all over, When you ate; the most abhorrent appearing logs of charcoal seemed like golden nectar, When you wrote; the most nonchalant of literature seemed like a string of shimmering pearls, When you danced; all gods in heaven gathered to watch in stunned silence, When you yawned; there seemed to be a valley of eternal bliss right down your throat, When you were naughty; it seemed as if the most heinous of criminals around you were small children, When you perspired; it seemed as if the melody in your aroma pacified the most tumultuous of turmoil, When you winked; it seemed as if springs of white froth gushed down the pristine slopes in lazy tandem, When you walked; it seemed as if a cluster of fairies had fallen from the sky to permanently inhabit the earth,

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When you slept; it seemed that the most glittering of gold was showered unrelentingly from the cosmos, When you bathed; it seemed as if shriveled and decayed beauty in this world had taken a new birth, When you shivered; it seemed as if the mesmerizing night had forgotten to unveil into the sweltering day, When you sneezed; it seemed as if lost charm and exuberance flooded back into the atmosphere, When you blushed; it seemed as if silver bolts of lightening plummeted from the sky igniting multiple fires even in frozen water, When you screamed; it seemed as if the profoundly gloomy ambience exploded in fury; to illuminate the blackness, When you stared; it seemed that all the uncouth and barbaric activities were replaced by unparalleled innocence and empathy, And when you breathed; I felt that I was re-born; and as each breath of yours caressed my skin; I felt myself more and more entangled in the bonds of your romance…

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I DIDN’T NEED BREATH TO LIVE I didn’t need blazing fires; as I had her flesh in intimate contact to ignite my yearning desires, I didn’t need the turbulent ocean; as I had the river of her ecstatic tears cascading down my neck, I didn’t need the poignantly smelling lotus; as I had her luscious lips to kiss unrelentingly and feast upon, I didn’t need mesmerizing sights of the world viewing through my binoculars; as I found all beauty and fantasy embedded in her curled eyelashes, I didn’t need water to drink; as the last drop of my thirst was quenched with her mere caress, I didn’t need a spurious sequence of laughter; as her innocuous gestures when she played; made me have the smile of my life, I didn’t need dreams to inundate my mind; as my ultimate reservoir of imagination lay encapsulated in her hands, I didn’t need food to eat; as the profound empathy in her expressions made me entirely oblivious to both morning and night, I didn’t need enchanting sounds; as the melody in her

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh voice pacified infinite infernos exploding in my mind, I didn’t need time to be acquainted with; as the enamouring complexion of her lids had cast a mystical spell on my life, I didn’t need brilliant sunlight to shimmer across my face; as I had the austere rays emanating from her persona to enlighten my darkness, I didn’t need a couch impregnated with pure gold to sleep upon; as I had the moistness in her lap to succumb to an everlasting slumber, I didn’t need salubrious vitamins to resurrect my shattered senses; as I had the tenacity of her love to guide me through every step I took, I didn’t need valleys laden with blossoming flowers to rekindle my soul; as I had the enigmatic passageway down her throat to stare at in open mouthed astonishment; till eternity, I didn’t need trees with dense foliage to sequester me from the sweltering heat; as I had her fascinating shadow; to scrape out every bit of fatigue from my tired bones, I didn’t need exotic perfumes extracted from a mountain of musk; as I had her sweat to inhale; which sent me right back into my innocent childhood, I didn’t need magicians to decipher my future and fate; as I clearly saw my destiny prominently in the lines of her soft palms, I didn’t need intoxicating cans of beer; as the sensuousness of her body stimulated my mind more than a barrel of alcohol, And I didn’t need breath to exist; as the bond of her romance had ensured that I would live beyond time; immortalize the essence of sharing for boundless decades to come… _____________________________________________________________

ON THE OTHER SIDE The entire land of grandiloquent palaces on one side; and me and my sweet little dwelling on the other side, The entire ocean on one side; and me and my tangy little bottle of salt on the other side, The entire forest replete with vivacious wild life on one side; and me and my pet cat on the other side, The entire cosmos strewn with silken clouds on one side; and me and my pristine painting on the other side, The entire library inundated with books on one side;

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and me and my romantic letter on the other side, The entire market flooded with sizzling pizza's on one side; and me and my dainty little chunk of chocolate on the other side, The entire fleet of aeroplanes on one side; and me and my articulately chiseled statue of rustic clay on the other side, The entire dungeon embedded with scintillating diamonds on one side; and me and my forehead smeared with ash on the other side, The entire well overflowing with mineral water on one side; and me and my intricate table spoon of mustard oil on the other side, The entire theater displaying pictures from around the globe on one side; and me and my ravishing fantasies on the other side, The entire conglomerate of emerald mattress on one side; and me and my bamboo stuffed pillow on the other side, The entire township of lecherous evil on one side; and me and my intransigent ideals on the other side, The entire army marching with hostile dagger heads on one side; and me and the confidence of my mother on the other side, The entire atmosphere entrenched with abuses on one side; and me and incorrigible tenacity to recite rhymes on the other side, The entire planet functioning monotonously on one side; and me and my island of unrelenting dreams on the other side, The entire human race brooding unceremoniously for money on one side; and me and my passion for romance on the other side, The entire graveyard sprawled with morbid corpses on one side; and me and my Creator standing unperturbed on the other side, The entire society with its bombastic pretensions on one side; and me and my open hearted speech on the other side, The entire world and its worthless norms of religion and creed on one side; and me and my beloved locked in an immortal embrace on the other side... _____________________________________________________________

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh I know I may have pummeled you to the ground; hurling at you a volley of poignant abuse, I know I may have kicked you in the stomach; made a face at you resembling a hideous demon, I know I may have splashed your face with orange juice; soiling your impeccable clothing with infinite blemishes of black paint, I know I may have stared at you in animosity; fomenting you to ooze tears down your glistening cheeks, I know I may have made you trip; poking my large toe deliberately in your way, I know I may have scowled at you umpteenth number of times; tickling you in your ribs when you didn't want it the slightest, I know I may have shrug off the breakfast plate in utter disdain; dictating you thunderously to make it all over again, I know I may have sprinkled upon you freezing water; inundating your persona with frozen ice in the peak of winter, I know I may have used my pen to thrash you; more than I might have used it to write literature, I know I may have philandered with several girls; giving them a peck on their cheeks right in front of your eyes, I know I may have dropped debris intermittently on the ground; just to appease myself sighting you picking them up, I know I may have wrecked you out of tranquil sleep large no of times in the night; with a volley of my monstrous snores, I know I may have interrogated you till eternity; asking you divulge an account of each minute; in order to pacify my suspicions, I know I may have forgotten your birthday; not remembering to wish you on the hour which God created you, I know I may not have written to you; even after being weeks away from you on a business trip, I know I may have drunk boundless pegs of voluptuous wine; stumbling on half the words I uttered in front of your revered parents, I know I may have curtailed you to household chores; refraining you from stepping out in this flamboyant world, And I know I may have behaved like a perfect brute all these years; rebuking you on many occasions in front of the society, But then; they were those moments when the human in me had metamorphosed into a savage animal; the tyranny of earning had crippled the innocent child in me; annihilating all my perceptions about romance and

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bondage, While let me candidly tell you today; that I have always loved you; valued your caress more than any other object existing in this world; have longed for your company more than the Sun has longed to shine; and I know that perhaps you wouldn't even prefer to look at me in this lifetime of mine; but I will still say this; as I love you more than myself; that "PLEASE FORGIVE ME"...

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UTTERLY HELPLESS The cow; knew that the crow sitting on its back was a treacherous nuisance; tickling it on umpteenth number of places; when it actually wanted to blissfully rest, But in the end she found herself completely helpless; as no matter how hard she swished her tail; the bird kept sitting; without incorrigibly budging even an inch. The Majestic edifice standing tall on the road; knew that tremors occurring during the earthquake were really unwanted, But in the end it was helpless; as they inevitably kept coming; and despite the most severest of its resilience; weakened its foundations beyond safety limits. The gargantuan Oak tree; knew that the snakes crawling on its formidable periphery; disrupted its serenity and tranquil shade, But in the end it was miserably helpless; for as the years unveiled its crevices grew; and the hooded monsters kept proliferating in dozens; although it tried its best to kill them with its juice. The ocean sprawled over a billion kilometers of territory; knew that the choppy waves rising high; broke its mystical spell and dreams, But in the end it was completely helpless; as the harder it tried the more the waters swirled; and a tumultuous storm enveloped the entire surface; causing the froth erupt towards the sky. The granules of earth sprinkled all around; knew that ploughing them would give them agony; massacre their virginity beyond their capacity to redeem, But in the end they found themselves disastrously helpless; as man kept digging them with greed in his eyes; till the time he struck pitchers of glittering

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh gold. The hot cakes sizzling on the grills; knew that the bees hovering around would painstakingly devour their sweetness; render their sponginess with innumerable number of holes, But in the end they were helpless; as try as hard as they could; the flies kept buzzing feasting on their appetizing surface; till the time they satisfied their gluttony. The tongue suspended in chamber of the mouth; knew that its demeanor would be reduced to rotten garbage; the instant it blurted out abuses, But in the end it was totally helpless; as even after resolving in the name of Almighty lord; it exhaled out the most abashing of bad words; when provoked by the passing pedestrian. The clusters of blossoming rose; knew that the parasites clambering up their stalk would render them fragile and lifeless, But in the end they were wholesomely helpless; as the more they tried to defend themselves with their sparse thorns; the more the army of leeches enjoyed in sucking them to emptiness. And I as a poet; knew that working in office with a monotonous bunch of morons; would vanquish all my creativity; annihilate the passionate fantasy revolving in my mind from its very roots, But in the end; I found myself stumbling at every instant of life and utterly helpless; as; If I wanted to survive in this uncouth society; I had to substitute fantasy with bulky checkbooks; chop my dreams in entirety with the sword of commercialism; in order to feed me and my wife with sumptuous food; rise with her early at dawn; to confront a new tomorrow. _____________________________________________________________

HARD TO CRACK No matter how hard I banged the tortoise shell; it simply refrained to split, No matter how vehemently I struck the human tooth; it just didn’t chap at its edge, No matter from how high I threw the coconut down; it didn’t display even a single scratch on its shell, No matter how tenaciously I crushed the human skull; it simply didn’t show any signs of snapping apart, No matter how passionately I hammered the elephant tusk; it still remained as stoical as white ice, No matter how stubbornly I boxed the punching bag; it didn’t gasp the slightest; even after infinite punches

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of mine, No matter how ruthlessly I kicked the diamond ceiling; it still seemed to have retained its perpetual shine, No matter how many harpoons I shot at the shark; it still came back hostile and alive from beneath the waters, No matter how much pressure I exerted on the spring; it still rebounded back with thunderbolt velocity, No matter how viciously I thrashed then whip against the wall; it still didn’t seem to have lost; even an iota of its sting, No matter how many holes I drilled in the base of the iron ship; it simply didn’t appear to sink, No matter how hard I tried to twist the bars of the prison; they kept standing like a fortress in front of my eyes, No matter how resiliently I tried to control the storm waters from rising; they kept swelling up; evolving into a flood like never before, No matter how fervently I tried to chew sweets of steel; the entire armory of my teeth broke like frigid matchsticks; but the biscuits retained their silvery polish, No matter how badly I pierced the dinosaurs eye; it didn’t blink the slightest; shone brilliantly under the sun, No matter how wildly I squelched the walnut in my palms; it simply didn’t alter its shape the slightest, No matter how insanely I hammered the walls of my conscience; it simply didn’t surrender its ideals, No matter how pertinently I tried to control my dreams; they kept growing relentlessly; fantasizing about the entire universe every second, And No matter how doggedly I tried to break my heart; it throbbed even more violently for the person it loved; cried incessantly for the girl it wanted to imprison in the vice like swirl of its romance; forever & ever & ever…. _____________________________________________________________

DRINKS The scorched roots of grass sprawling wildly on the soil; were greedy to drink monstrous sized dew drops, The car lying dilapidated and burnt in the garage; were greedy to drink gallons of golden petrol, The eye gruesomely dry after the day's work; were greedy to drink a bottle of tears, The scientist working ingeniously all round the clock;

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh was greedy to drink testubes bubbling with brilliant dyes, The bees buzzing irascibly around the rose; were greedy to drink its sweet honey, The cluster of bedraggled and squalid hair; was to drink jar's of oil, The unruly stubble protruding from the arid cheek; was greedy to drink a tumbler full of after shave cologne, The pen tremendously weary after embossing a million lines of literature; was greedy to drink sapphire ink, The armory of teeth which was decayed and yellow; were greedy to drink sparkling white toothpaste, The infinite kilometers of blistering desert land; were greedy to drink an ocean full of saliva, The cat philandering furtively on the streets; was greedy to drink a cupfull of milk, The mosquitoes feasting on the rotten pile of vegetables; were greedy to drink pure blood, The pores of skin chapped and abysmally dry in winter; were greedy to drink a river of sweat, The prisoner's ears lying in solitary confinement for years; were greedy to drink the ecstatic melody in sound, The penguins wandering around in dazzling sunlight; were greedy to drink frozen ice, The thorny cactus sprouting in abundance from the jagged terrain; were greedy to drink a vase full of sweet water, The lips severely agonized and gloomy; were greedy to drink a fountain of uninhibited passion, The walls of the century old grave; were greedy to drink thick coats of rich paint, The unfathomably deep crevices in the valley; were greedy to drink strident echo's, The twin pair of nostrils in every man; were greedy to drink a tunnel full of fresh air, The matchstick lying soggy and frigid in a pond of water; was greedy to drink hostile flames, And my heart palpitating at lightening speeds; was greedy to drink immortal love; drown in it for eternity; while drinking the same… _____________________________________________________________

I THINK I AM IN LOVE What was this O! lord; that my lips refrained to speak; sung mystical tunes instead while walking on the streets? What was this O! lord; that my fingers incorrigibly

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refused to write; drawing incoherent shapes in the mud instead? What was this O! lord; that my eyes stared wildly in open space; instead of shutting down under the blistering sun? What was this O! lord; that the hair on my scalp itched incessantly; as if attacked by a thousand ants? What was this O! lord; that I forgot to have my afternoon meals; when normally I was the first one to finish food in our family? What was this O! lord; that I was engulfed wholesomely by sweat; even in the peak of freezing winter? What was this O! lord; that I dreamt even while signing checks; entering in mind boggling amounts; that eventually left me bankrupt? What was this O! lord; that I filled every glass of mine with alcohol; every time I felt like sipping water? What was this O! lord; that I erupted out in fantasies of my childhood; when infact I was supposed to give a lecture on business economics? What was this O! lord; that I crashed head on with the waiter carrying a tray full of pastry; when infact I had already sighted him from miles apart? What was this O! lord; that I presumed it to be brilliant afternoon; when actually it was just a little before midnight? What was this O! lord; that I drove my car right into the hotel coffeeshop; instead of parking it outside and walking down the distance? What was this O! lord; that I cut my hands severely while chopping vegetables; when infact there was superb synchronization between the knife and my finger? What was this O! lord; that I gasped for breath like a dead man; when infact I had just arisen from bed after infinite hours of blissful sleep? What was this O! lord; that a sheepish grin encompassed the contours of my face all day; when usually I was extremely stringent in my behavior? What was this O! lord; that I reached the ghastly graveyard; when infact I was headed for attending prayers in church? What was this O! lord; that I dipped my face in steaming acid; presuming it to be infact as sweet cakes for supper? What was this O! lord; that I embraced an old woman on the verge of relinquishing breath; cognizing her to be the girl of my dreams? What was this O! lord; that the blood in my veins ran at electric speeds; inspite of my medical practitioner ruling out any chance of blood pressure?

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh And what was this O! lord; that my heart palpitated at a million beats per minute; although she resided continent's apart? You know what; your guess is as good as mine; and there was simply no rhyme or reason to defy it; for I think that the inevitable has happened; I was struck by the same fever as millions of my kind are struck every day; O! yes I THINK I AM IN LOVE…

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BOTH ME AND MY WIFE It was impossible to clap with a single palm; no matter how turbulently I swished it in the air, So in order that sound be produced and noise be heard; both my palms needed to come abysmally close and strike. It was impossible to run with a single leg; no matter how much passion I ignited in my eyes, So in order to win the race with nonchalant ease; both my legs needed to caress the ground; and then sprint like a panther towards the finishing line. It was impossible to see with one eye; no matter how far I stretched and revolved it without respite, So in order to sight the entire universe; profoundly admire mesmerizing beauty on this planet; both my eyes needed to move in harmony; and capture living organisms alive. It was impossible to hear with a single ear; no matter how alert I kept it all throughout the night, So in order to catch each intricate voice existing; coherently decipher the mystical tunes of life; both my ears needed to pop up in exhilaration; hear the far cries before anyone else might. It was impossible to breathe with a single nostril; no matter how hard I tried to avoid being suffocated; even with gusty bellow of wind blowing by, So in order to blissfully inhale pristine air in vicinity; sleep like a king under the stars; both my nostrils needed to suckle in breeze and blend with the ravishing night. It was impossible to eat food from only one corner of the mouth; no matter how incorrigibly I tried to used teeth protruding from that side,

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So in order to chew the most succulent of meals; digest the most voluptuous of leaf; both my cheeks needed to participate in the process; devouring food; water and sweets with supreme contentment. It was impossible to write with one finger; no matter the infinite number of times I tried to hoist the jewel studded pen, So in order to emboss boundless lines of literature; inundate every nook and cranny of white paper with exquisite calligraphy; both my fingers needed to dance in synchronization; race with pleasure to express their might. It was impossible to kiss with only one lip; no matter how dexterously I tried to rub it against my beloved, So in order to trigger off flames of desire; exult in the aisles of fiery romance; both my lips needed to move in fervor; explore the sweetness and taste of offered by life. And It was impossible for me on my own to evolve another of my kind; no matter how many prayers and penance I offered to the almighty, So in order to procreate my progeny; and keep the world forever moving; both me and my wife needed to blend together into chords of perpetual love; to ensure that the world never ended; and there was always someone at some point in time; breathing alive…

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YOURS ONLY FOREVER Who told you that you were ugly; when infact I found you to be the most amazing and beautiful person in this world, Who told you that you were thick skinned; when infact I considered you to be the most tender; the most innocuously sweet, Who told you that you were dismally fat; when infact I perceived you to be a dainty angel; having freshly descended from the sky, Who told you that your lips were as swollen as the hippopotamus; when infact I cognized them to be soaked in deep cherry wine; each time I had the privilege of kissing them, Who told you that your hair was like unruly & long fibers diffusing from the gutter; when infact I

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh perceived them to be a river of golden honey; in which I took refuge in my times of distress, Who told you that your nostrils breathed hostile flames; when infact I felt stupendously passionate breath drift through; whenever you stood close by my side, Who told you that your color was blacker than horrendous charcoal; when infact I found it to be as resplendent as the voluptuous lotus; even under pugnacious rays of the Sun, Who told you that your footsteps reverberated noise of an approaching dinosaur; when infact I was mesmerized every second; as their tinkling sounds mystically announced your presence, Who told you that your tongue stuttered on every word you spoke; when infact I felt that your speech was astoundingly clear and ravishing, Who told you that your fingers made a mess of every meal; when infact I relished every item you prepared; catapulting me into the aisles of unprecedented fantasy, Who told you that your teeth jutted out like a hideous demon; when infact I found them like scintillating globules of snow; pelting from the sky; every time you smiled, Who told you that your sweat smelt of rotten fish; when infact it was the most alluring scent that I had ever inhaled; putting me off instantly into blissful sleep, Who told you that your ears were stone deaf; when infact I felt that they could trace the most inaudible of my whispers; listen to the tiniest of my heartbeat, Who told you that your height was as tall as the giant; when infact I always found you perfect and till my lips; those moments when I embraced you, Who told you that your clothes had perennial stains of oil in them; for infact I always found the most cleanest of my fabric; embarrassingly sordid in front of them, Who told you that you looked like a skeleton with hardly any flesh on your body; when infact I always saw flames of pure passion burning in your eyes; enamoring shades of pink enveloping your flesh at all times, And even if the entire world condemned you beyond the point of redemption; I would still consider you to be the most fascinating person existing; the most lovable entity on this planet; and my heart would be purely yours; YOURS ONLY FOREVER…

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MY LOVE FOR YOU More passionate than the beating of my heart; the ferocity with which it throbbed all day and night, More faster than the blink of my eye; the revitalizing moisture it provided to my rotund eyeball, More vivacious than the hair on my scalp; the speed at which they blew in the most tumultuous of storm, More darker than the lines on my palm; which profoundly evolved and portrayed my destiny to the outside world, More dense than the blood which flowed through my veins; the grueling agony with which it extruded out of my skin when I was hurt, More stronger than the tenacity of my bones; the astronomical resilience which they displayed in resisting the hostile enemy, More acerbic than the sharpness of my nails; the poignancy which they depicted while scraping against the mosquito bites on my skin, More luscious than the color of my lips; the voluptuous complexion that they attained when I pursed them seductively with spurts of my saliva, More pungent than the perspiration that trickled down my nape; the tremors of excitement generated when I reached the pinnacle of success, More potent than the lines of poetry which I had embedded till date; the unfathomable heaps of literature I had produced in the tenure of my life, More tangy than the flavor in my mouth; the countless numbers of appetizing delicacies that I had consumed in each phase of the day, More stupendous than the most fabulous of my dreams; the most wonderful I could ever have envisaged; while I was awake or fast asleep, More sensitive than my ability to hear; decipher and crack the most intricate of sound prevailing in vicinity, More wild than the most deafening of my speech; the hysterical shouting I executed when thoroughly provoked, More mystical than the most lankiest of my shadow; the fairies I invited every night to dine and chat with, More infinite than the clusters of hair protruding from my scalp and arms; the millions new which took solid roots every day, More enchanting than the breath that descended down my nostrils; unsurpassable number of times in the hour, More intense than my empathy for any entity; ever living or dead on the trajectory of this planet, Is my love for you and only you O! beloved…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

OINTMENTS In order to mend the broken slabs of bedraggled building; all that was required was an ointment of rich cement and raw brick, In order to mend the broken web of spider; all that was required was an ointment of silvery threads and slime, In order to mend the disastrously scorched territory of soil; all that was required was an ointment of cool and revitalizing water, In order to mend the broken links of the enigmatic jigsaw puzzle; all that was required was an ointment of pragmatic intelligence, In order to mend the broken bits of scattered paper; all that was required was an ointment of glue and sticky adhesive, In order to mend the broken periphery of lips; all that was required was an ointment of glossy lipstick, In order to mend the disdainfully broken finger; all that was required was an ointment of thoroughly powdered and fine calcium, In order to mend the broken down car; all that was required was an ointment of golden petrol, In order to mend the broken fields of sprawling grass; all that was required was an ointment of pure and natural goat manure, In order to mend the broken stomach; all that was required was an ointment of appetizing food and voluptuous fruit juice, In order to mend the broken and stammering speech; all that was required was an ointment of; stupendous confidence in self, In order to mend the broken city; all that was required was an ointment of paramount resilience; the fortitude to stand together and reconstruct the same paradise, In order to mend the broken and age old computer; all that was required was an ointment of hi-tech software chips; and a flurry of ingenious program, In order to mend the broken and slowly fading light; all that was required was an ointment of the blistering Sun, In order to mend the broken eye; all that was required was an ointment of glistening moisture; and passionate fantasy revolving fanatically each second, In order to mend the broken shirt and trousers; all that was required was an ointment of colored buttons and long spools of silken thread, In order to mend the broken individual; all that was required was an ointment of reassurance compounded

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with heaps of unparalleled empathy and care, In order to mend the broken throat; all that was required was an ointment of warm and sizzling herbal tea; a peaceful day's rest to soothe every traumatized vein, In order to mend the broken relationship; all that was required was an ointment of perpetual and amicable understanding, In order to mend the broken nose; all that was required was an ointment of moist and overwhelmingly compassionate breath, And in order to mend the broken heart; all that was required was an ointment of care; an ointment that spread the immortal roots of love; whenever and wherever applied… _____________________________________________________________

THE HEART STAYED YOUNG FOREVER The flowers blossoming in the fields; withered away as the soil on which they stood was thoroughly stripped of water, The leaves of the colossal tree disdainfully shriveled and fell; as the onset of autumn took its toll on the surrounding, The mesmerizing rivers tumbling in fury from the mountains; shrunk to a mere trickle as the Sun radiated its hostile rays in full fury, The blazing stream of lava which fulminated in tumultuous agony from the ground; cooled as a few days elapsed; and with the drifting of the placid winds, The ominous looking black clouds reverberated thunderously in the sky; but after a while the rain pelting down reduced its agony; as the Sun filtered passageways of crystalline blue amidst all vicious dark, The delectable and freshly painted exteriors of the edifice; slowly started to develop shades of pathetic yellow; as they blended with the smoke; and weren't cleaned meticulously every day, The gargantuan shadows of the wandering giant; seemed to loose their entity completely as the stringent light of the day was encroached completely by night, The mammoth cubes of frozen ice; shamefully metamorphosed into a pond of water; under sweltering heat of fiery afternoon, The monstrous Bull ploughing valiantly through the fields all his life; one day found himself seated by the riverside; not even having the capacity to shrug

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh away the flies sitting right on his nose; as the gradual onset of age; had exhausted every ounce of his stamina that he once upon a time proudly possessed, The dolphin that once swam merrily in the heart of the sea; found itself now kissing the shores; as it felt supremely weary to swim, The magnificent palace which once used to be the pride of the Royal Kings and monarchs; was now inhabited only with a battalion of cobwebs and dilapidated space; as the years and centuries unveiled by, The biscuits of silver when extracted raw from deep within the crevices in the earth emanated a scintillating shine and shimmer; but the same transited to cheap nuggets of coal; after being used for several decades; and blending with human oil and perspiration, The photograph of the individual looked absolutely astounding when snapped on the first day; but the same resembled a ghost when sighted after infinite fortnights; with obnoxious crusts of dust changing him in drastic entirety, The face of the fairy was dainty and stupendously sweet as she descended from the skies; but she hardly had the power to speak; with scores of bones protruding from her cheeks; as she lived for more than a century on planet earth, The innocuous wails of an infant were profoundly enamouring to hear when it was just born, however they converted into a sonorous and hoarse; shooing every one away from him; a few months down the line; as he began to walk and joined college, The battalion of vegetables appeared young and robust as they were just plucked fresh from the sprawling farm; they however turned rotten, black and blue; with an incredibly foul odor dissipating from their body; as the previous day now unfurled into the new dawn, The dead mans body buried under the ground was embodied with lots of flesh when freshly cremated; but if you dug it up again after a few years; all that was now retrievable was just a pair of bones, And everything seemed to wither with age; shrivel and shrink as time sped by; but there was just a single thing that gained more impetus with the passing second; got more passionate as even as everything encompassing it seemed to abdicate life; palpitated more violently as the tyranny of age crept by, or shall we say "THE HEART STAYED YOUNG FOREVER"

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YOUR VELVETY SHADOW I was profoundly enchanted by her; relishing her soft caress till times immemorial, I felt privileged by her presence; everytime she drifted with me standing in open mouthed consternation, I stared at her unrelentingly all night; even as the last person on this planet had gone off to sleep, I admired her relentlessly till my last breath; although my voice had become horrendously hoarse; and my tongue incorrigibly refrained to swish an inch further, I kissed her infinite number of times; with smooch of mine; igniting unfathomable desires in me; to do it all over again, I was drowning in her honey coated eyes; with the mascara in her lashes casting over me a spell impossible to break, I clasped my hands securely over her demeanor; blocking every possible source of acerbic light striking her dainty skin, I pacified all the uncouth pangs of hunger arising in my stomach; as I was lost in cognizing my destiny in the intricate lines of my palms, I whistled incessantly as she glided by; flooding her ears with the inferno blazing in my tunes, I sprinkled golden dust on her body; as she overwhelmingly enjoyed the silken powder; voluptuously tickling her skin beyond the point of no control, I was simply mesmerized by the titillating cascade of her hair; and the grace embedded in her form; made me stumble; even before I put down my first foot to walk, I compared her visage with the angels dancing daintily in the heavens; with the ravishing fragrance that diffused from her persona; putting me in a state of immortal bliss, I craved all night and day for her enchanting touch; the vividly painted nails on her fingers; circulating at electric speeds through each pore of my skin, I worshipped her feet; like I had worshipped no God; no deity that I had every encountered on the surface of this globe, I slept even on a blanket of acrimonious thorns; as I was completely lost in the essence of what she spoke; kept iterating the same words in my mind; till the time it had eradicated all other traces of memory, I commenced to cry worse than the newly born child; even if I missed her presence for less than a fraction of a second, I ran as she ran; walked as she walked; halted when she halted; ate when she ate; emulated every action of

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh hers; howsoever much it might have seemed worthless and inconspicuous to the outside world, I emptied all the blood running through my veins; even as she uttered the slightest of scream; even as just a small fragment of her flesh was ripped apart a trifle by the blowing wind, And I know by now you must be burning in the aisles of jealously sweetheart! But let me tell you that there was not any rhyme or reason for you to do so darling; as the person I have been mentioning in all the previous lines; was none other than YOUR VELVETY SHADOW…

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LOOKING FORWARD TO The night looked forward to the brilliant morning; completely engulfing its chill with flamboyant light, The deserts looked forward to rain; a billion droplets of water to quench their insatiable thirst, The freezing slopes of the snow laden Antarctica; looked forward to a flurry of playful penguins; wandering around pompously with their protuberant necks poking out, The dying plumes of black smoke; looked forward to fresh heat; incinerating their pathetic persona once again; into crackling flames of golden fire, The blood shot and morbid eyes of the convict; looked forward to loads of compassionate empathy and moisture, The solitary patches of the winding and century old road; looked forward to boisterous traffic; scores of innocuous children inundating its gloomy ambience with lots of cheer and spice, The slaves toiling unrelentingly all night and day; looked forward to some time occupying the seat of their master; thereby metamorphosing all their imprisoned dreams into reality, The goats philandering amidst appalling piles of rotten garbage; looked forward to sprawling meadows of fresh grassland; blissfully munching corn and succulent vegetable, The gang of eunuchs begging in their discordant voices on the streets; looked forward to another birth in which they were born as perfect humans; were able to exist harmoniously and procreated their progeny, The brave soldier sleeping dormantly in his bunker;

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looked forward to a blood curling war; fighting with all his might to protect his country, The completely dried river bed; looked forward to tumultuous spells of rain to overwhelm its surface; yet again with scores of twinkling fish and water, The brutally chopped tongue; looked forward to growing again; loudly speaking all the words it had perceived in its times of distress; in a single stroke of time, The wholesomely barren streets of lanky canvas; looked forward to being embedded with rustic color; an ensemble of vivacious lines rendering it with a profoundly dynamic appearance, The pair of scarlet crested parrots incarcerated in their metallic cage; looked forward to soaring high and handsome in the sky; relishing and enjoying a life of freedom like most of their counterparts were doing at the time, The famished alligator nestling on the banks of the river; looked forward to the tantalizing scent of humans; crunching them into fine grains of mincemeat with its knife like jaws, The boundless fragments of cloth lying buried under the debris; looked forward to being united as one garment of the flag; flutter in magnificent pride and glory while portraying the spirit of their nation, The writer involved in mundane jobs of this world in order to survive; looked forward to gallivanting through the enchanting camouflage of the valley; keep writing incessantly as each day took stranglehold of the night, The receptionist sitting idle in the ghost town; looked forward to the melodious ringing of the telephone; greeting the person on the opposite side with a crisp "hello", The grizzly haired lizard traversing through the lining of the concrete wall; wistfully looked forward to sleeping in the jungle; with innumerable insects hovering seductively around its nose, And my heart captured mercilessly in my chest; eagerly looked forward to breaking free every second from the norms and whims of this unceremonious society; basking in the heaven of burning romance; loving and embracing every moment the person it adored; the entity in the first place that it throbbed violently; several times a minute for…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

SNATCH ME INSTEAD If you were going to slap her in the face while she was sleeping under the stars; slap me instead, If you were going to brutally maim her when she tripped from the 90th floor of the building; maim me instead, If you were going to make her blind as she inadvertently pierced the sewing needle into her eyes; blind me instead, If you were going to starve her for food as she faltered to earn her livelihood in this uncouth society; starve me instead, If you were going to make her unconscious as her neighbors poisoned the water she daintily gulped; make me unconscious instead, If you were going to chop her fingers when the thieves marauding the house committed the heinous crime; chop my fingers instead, If you were going to make her perpetually dumb as she attempted to sing; make me dumb instead, If you were going to burn her to ashes when the miscreants on the street drenched her body with a tank inundated with kerosene; burn me instead, If you were going to make her fall from the pinnacle of the gigantic mountain as she mercilessly slipped after reaching the top; make me fall instead, If you were going to evoke unrelenting tears from her eyes as her close siblings perished in a car accident; make me cry instead, If you were going to overwhelmingly embarrass her as she hid her face embedded with pimples amidst her friends; embarrass me instead, If you were going to make her abdicate her memory as she unfortunately struck her head against a bed of obdurate stones after falling down; make me lose my memory instead, If you were going to reduce her to infinite pieces of mincemeat after the lion savagely attacked her in the forests; slaughter me to a billion pieces instead, If you were going to leave obnoxious elements loitering on the deserted roads to stare at her with lecherous desire; leave them on me instead, If you were going to trap her between colossal chunks of concrete and rusted metal as her house came crashing down in the tumultuous earthquake; pulverize my house and trap me instead, If you were going to drown her in the swirling and ferocious waves of the ocean after the whale overtoppled her boat; drown me to the bottom instead, If you were going to give her inexplicable mental

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trauma each day making her stutter for words she once spoke with authority and pride; traumatize and madden me instead, If you were going to make her lie in a pool of ghastly blood by the riverside as the pugnacious rays of the Sun wholesomely took upon their toll; make me ooze a sea of blood instead, And if you were going to snatch her away from the surface of this earth forever closing the chapter of her existence; snatch me instead; as if you didn’t do so Almighty Lord; then you would be taking two lives at a time; as I would inevitably join her in heaven a few moments after; whether you wanted or didn’t want me too…. _____________________________________________________________

THE ONLY THING THAT MY HEART COULD BEAT FOR The only thing that my eyes could ever sight was her mesmerizing form; whether they were open or tightly closed, The only thing that my ears could ever hear were her daintily approaching footsteps; no matter how thunderous was the outside world and traffic, The only thing that my nose could ever smell was the enchanting fragrance emanating from her arms; the ravishing aroma entrenched in her breath, The only thing that my tongue could ever speak was her sacrosanct name; fervently iterating each alphabet infinite number of times, The only thing that my hands were ever able to touch was the contours of her silken hair; with the passionate scent embodied therein catapulting me to the most supreme point of ecstasy, The only thing that my mind could ever envisage was her emphatic eyes; with I finding myself drowning in the river of fantasy flowing perpetually inside, The only thing that my feet were ever able to caress as they tread on earth was her shadow; as no matter wherever I went; it followed me with incessant relent, The only thing that my nails were ever able to scratch was the lining of flirtatious dirt on her neck; intricately tracing in it my near future to unveil, The only thing that my teeth were ever able to chew was her lips; painstakingly suckling the honey from the recesses deep inside, The only thing that my skin was ever able to feel was

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh her velvety touch; with her fingers groping uncontrollably across my tanned chest, The only thing that my shoulders were ever able to carry was her delectably body; bearing her weight with an immortal smile; even under the most sizzling rays of the Sun, The only thing that my sweat could ever drench was her shimmering and petite stomach; as I curled myself like an infant to blend with its compassionate warmth, The only thing that my lips could ever smile for was her celestial silhouette as she lay under the moon; appreciate for eternity the gestures she made inadvertently while rolling deep sleep, The only thing that my blood could ever flow for was to protect her from any possible evil lurking around; donate it to whomsoever she ordered me to; without the slightest of opposition, The only thing that my efforts could ever yield was the essence of what she taught; listening attentively at all times to the pearls of wisdom that she showered from her mouth, The only thing that my mouth could ever recount was the story when she was born; the unprecedented happiness she brought into my life; the day she met me, The only thing that my lids could ever blink for was to make her smile; evacuate her out from the state of intermittent gloom; that she sometimes found herself confronted with, And the only thing that my heart could ever beat for was her love; trying to capsize her entity in each of its palpitation; in complete; mind, body and spirit… _____________________________________________________________

THE MOST TREASURED THING FOR MY HEART The most treasured thing for an ocean; was its unending flurry of swirling waves, The most treasured thing for a bird soaring astronomically high in blue sky; was her clusters of eggs handsomely stacked in the nest, The most treasured thing for the ominous network of black clouds; was its king sized droplets of revitalizing rain, The most treasured thing for the majestic lioness; was her tiny and mischievous little cub sleeping innocently in the den, The most treasured thing for the eyeball; was its glistening coat of moisture; shimmering splendidly

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under the blazing Sun, The most treasured thing for a cup of sizzling coffee; was its tantalizing and rejuvenating aroma, The most treasured thing for a scorpion jumping in spurts through the bushes; was its hostile and deadly pugnacious sting, The most treasured thing for a conventionally embellished telephonic contraption; was its loud and melodious series of rings, The most treasured thing for a fat biscuit of gold; was its perpetual glow that emanated even in the most dullest of light, The most treasured thing for the lips; was the kiss received from the person they solely loved and revered, The most treasured thing for a sheet of bonded paper; was the sensitive lining of words that imparted paramount importance to its otherwise vacant persona, The most treasured thing for a blanket of stars studded in the plain cosmos; was its resplendent shimmer that cast a spell on anyone beneath it, The most treasured thing for a cacophonic bee buzzing rampantly around in free air; was its serrated hives replete and oozing with stupendously golden wells of honey, The most treasured thing for a destitute freezing to the point of extinction in the disastrous cold of winter; was the photo of his God held intimate and close to his heart; with a wistful glimmer of hope lingering profoundly in his famished eyes, The most treasured thing for the bespectacled teacher; was her colossal reservoir of knowledge which she judiciously disseminated amongst a varied array of students, The most treasured thing for the hollow armpits; was a passionate stream of silver sweat which flowed all around the clock, The most treasured thing for the tongue; was its eloquent speech; the infinite bundles of currency it was able to generate; by adeptly captivating the opposite party, The most treasured thing for the mother; was her baby bouncing flirtatiously in her compassionately and invincible arms, The most treasured thing for Almighty God; was all his disciples; each of the tangible and intangible form that he had evolved to live on this earth, And the most treasured thing for my heart; was her love; drowning myself wholesomely into the enchantment of her eyes; blending each beat of mine with hers for infinite more births to unveil…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

THE SIMPLEST WAY TO PLEASE ME The simplest way to please a bird; was to place her lost eggs right in front of her majestic beak, The simplest way to please a dog; was to give him a juicy bone embedded with raw strands of salubrious meat, The simplest way to please a snake; was to offer your leg; for it to greedily inject its stream of lethal venom into, The simplest way to please a writer; was to provide him an atmosphere of blissful peace; boundless sheets of paper and a jeweled pen in his fingers, The simplest way to please a fisherman; was to give him a net heavily laden with an amazing fraternity of fishes, The simplest way to please a desert; was to inundate its surface with an ocean of water; a thing it hungrily absorbed within flash seconds, The simplest way to please a crying infant; was to provide him the compassionate warmth of his mother, The simplest way to please the doctor; was to tell him that all his patients recovered after taking his medicines, The simplest way to please the red ant; was to lay broken crusts of bread in front of its eyes; which it painstakingly nibbled till its heart's content, The simplest way to please the slave; was to tell him that he was your master instead, The simplest way to please the peacock; was to keep it in an ambience with pelting droplets of rain, The simplest way to please the ominously gleaming green crocodile; was to sprinkle its vicinity with a million chunks of meat everyday, The simplest way to please the farmer; was to make him witness his fields blossoming with bountiful corn; each stalk of his treasured grass swaying in rubicund health with the winds, The simplest way to please the mind; was to verbally yield to each of its fanatic fantasy; although you didn’t actually execute it, The simplest way to please the cow; was to leave it to wander in meadows of leafy foliage; engendering it to enjoy munching its favorite meal till eternity, The simplest way to please the black cat; was to place it in a pond of frosty milk; facilitating it to gently lap at the same and thereby permeate the air around with its contented snores, The simplest way to please a shrewd Business tycoon; was to place the blank checkbook for him to ogle in front of his eyes, The simplest way to please a Politician; was to say

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that he was the greatest; and his policies had metamorphosed the earth into a veritable paradise, The simplest way to please a soldier; was to award him for his stupendous achievement at war; with felicitation of the highest degree, The simplest way to please God; was to diligently execute all your duties without the slightest of delinquency; procreate prolifically to continue his chapters of existence, And the simplest way to please me; was to keep me with my beloved every second of the day; see to it that no power on this earth could ever separate us; and we remained bonded together for centuries unprecedented…

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WHEN TWO HEARTS BONDED TOGETHER When the clouds in the cosmos bonded together; there pelted down showers of ferocious and sparkling rain, When the minuscule winds in the atmosphere bonded together; there evolved a tumultuous storm that swept turbulently across the entire city, When all the inconspicuous little ripples of water bonded together; there was formed the colossal ocean; smashing and swirling magnificently against the cold blooded rocks, When the seed and earth bonded together; there arose a majestic tree; sprinkling scores of appetizing fruits on the famished soil, When diminutive wisps of smoke bonded together; there blazed a Kingly fire; escalating handsomely towards the sky; imparting loads of warmth and reprieve from freezing winds winter, When all fingers of the palm bonded together; there evolved a strength so unprecedented; that it could fight against any evil loitering on this earth, When all loose bones strewn haphazardly on the ground bonded together; there evolved the perfectly synchronized body; which ran, ate, slept, wept, in splendid harmony, When all pieces of stray and incongruous stones bonded together; there evolved the imposing structure of the building; which wholesomely catered to the life of thousands of individuals, When all the small fish in the sea bonded together; there evolved a battalion of unsurpassable tenacity;

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh easily capable of defeating the most gargantuan of whale and shark, When the shattered petals of different creepers bonded together; there evolved a flower with the most stupendous of scent, When all the disheveled twigs lying desolate on the ground bonded together; there evolved a mighty bridge which didn’t budge an inch even in the most vicious of storm waters, When all tribes existing in different part of the earth bonded together; there evolved a land with no bloodshed; and laden with immortal bliss, When varied colors existing under the Sun bonded together; there evolved a single color; that was virtually impossible to dissipate by any attack, When all words and languages spread far and distant across the periphery of the Universe bonded together; there evolved the language of compassion; which was the richest of all, When all minds existing on this globe bonded together; there evolved the best ideas ever imaginable; metamorphosing the continent into a paradise once again; to unitedly live in, When all countries bifurcated into bits and pieces bonded together; there evolved an astronomical superpower utterly invincible, When all religions prevalent across the world bonded together; there evolved the divine religion of humanity, When Man and Woman created by God bonded together; there came into existence the entire planet; and the world what we so profoundly admire today, And when two hearts throbbing violently bonded together; there evolved a mountain of passionate romance; a formidable fortress of love and care; that even God found difficult to conquer and prevented others from doing so… _____________________________________________________________

THE FIRST THING THAT FLOODED MY MIND When they said fruits; the first thing that flooded my mind was the succulent clusters of scarlet apple suspended in harmony from the tree, When they said salt; the first thing that flooded my mind was the colossal expanse of sea leaping magnificently and without restraint towards the sky, When they said animal; the first thing that flooded my

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mind was the majestic and dense furred lion; sprinting towards me at electric pace with fire in its eyes, When they said light; the first thing that flooded my mind was the belligerent fireball of Sun; blazing a stream of unprecedented beauty; through every deserted spot on this earth, When they said sedation; the first thing that flooded my mind was the spell binding light of the moon; the conglomerate of its pearly rays enchanting my every night, When they said melody; the first thing that flooded my mind was the voluptuous nightingale; tingling the most dreariest of my senses with reinvigorating sound, When they said dust; the first thing that flooded my mind was the undulating terrain of the desert; the disdainful hillocks of sand terribly scorched and crying for water, When they said dream; the first thing that flooded my mind were the ravishing clouds of heaven; infinite number of fairies dancing in the aisles of unfathomable desire and romance, When they said ice; the first thing that flooded my mind was the frozen slopes of the Himalayas; the sheet of snowy white which delectably enveloped the ensemble of fir trees, When they said laughter; the first thing that flooded my mind; was the rustic clown viciously stretching the contours of his face; until people in the audience had tears rolling down their eyes, When they said color; the first thing that flooded my mind was the superbly resplendent rainbow; casting a mystical spell on this earth with its rhapsodic glow and shine, When they said office; the first thing that flooded my mind; was a bunch of monotonous morons; with their noses obnoxiously buried beneath bulky sheaf of paper, When they said poison; the first thing that flooded my mind; was the hideous looking serpent; snaring its fangs wickedly at the innocent child, When they said speed; the first thing that flooded my mind; was the pouch bellied kangaroo; galloping at lightening pace; cutting across the whiplash of wind and entangled forest with two steps at a time, When they said ugliness; the first thing that flooded my mind; was the gruesomely distorted face of the lanky eunuch; sending shivers down the spine of the infant newly born, When they said beauty; the first thing that flooded my mind was the crown princess; with her eyelashes appearing as if soaked in rich nectar; and the fragrance emanating from her tantalizing form pacifying all my apprehensions, When they said jewel; the first thing that flooded my

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh mind was the virgin pearl; incarcerated securely in the heart of the oyster, When they said muscle; the first thing that flooded my mind was the tanned wrestler; tenaciously rubbing oil on his legs and palms, When they said power; the first thing that flooded my mind was the omnipotent creator; able to create and destroy at stupendous will, When they said upbringing; the first thing that flooded my mind was my mother; who had nourished me to become what I was today; with the blood and milk in her body, And when they said love; the first thing that flooded my mind was my beloved; her incredible entity taking complete control of my senses and my soul… _____________________________________________________________

MAXIMUM PLEASURE The soap derived maximum pleasure; in cleaning tons of disdainful dirt; scrupulously polishing each pore of the rotten body, The conglomerate of ominously black clouds derived maximum pleasure; in thunderously showering down upon the earth; inundating its fathomless barren territories with sparkling water, The obdurate and thick skinned crocodile derived maximum pleasure; in pulverizing robust and supple flesh into slender fragments of fine chowder, The young maiden derived maximum pleasure; sighting and admiring herself infinite number of times in the mirror; combing her hair; deftly plucking the slightest of blemish that cropped up on her persona, The fur coated unruly street dog derived maximum pleasure; barking and howling agonizingly the entire night; keeping vigil while the rest of the world slept like God's, The eyes derived maximum pleasure; when fully open and gazing at the mesmerizing beauty wandering delectably through the mystical foliage, The scarlet rose derived maximum pleasure; after diffusing its enchanting fragrance prolifically all around in vicinity, The granules of silvery sand lying scattered in the parched desert derived maximum pleasure; in suckling virtually any kind of liquid; be it mineral water or ghastly cans of kerosene,

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The keys on the typewriter derived maximum pleasure; when punched at electric speeds; tenaciously by fingers functioning in splendid synchronization, The fleet of birds wading solitarily on the river waters derived maximum pleasure; when flying high and handsome in patches of crystal blue sky; relishing the caress of a cocoon of ravishing clouds as they soared by, The gaudy complexioned shirt derived maximum pleasure; when worn on the chest of the flamboyant president; displaying itself bombastically to as many people possible in the outside world, The fortress of teeth embodied within the lips derived maximum pleasure; in intricately masticating rubicund morsels of glistening carrot; nibbling at the roots in lazy exultation, The mouse derived maximum pleasure; after capturing a battalion of mice; ruthlessly imprisoning them till they were handed over to the master, The golden elevator derived maximum pleasure; after reaching the absolute pinnacle of the building; safely transporting an armory of people to their required destinations, The minuscule matchstick derived maximum pleasure; after igniting to a full bloom; profoundly illuminating every household lingering in a pool of morbid darkness, The egg derived maximum pleasure; after hatching into a tiny little and wonderful fledgling, The feather tipped pen derived maximum pleasure; in embedding million's of lines of literature; granting stupendous status to every blank sheet of paper, The omniscient entity of God derived maximum pleasure; in creating boundless human beings and animate life; blessing all individuals with the virtue to survive and unprecedented happiness, Every mother derived maximum pleasure; in nourishing her child with her own blood and sacred milk; harnessing its reservoir of hidden energies to the fullest, And every heart derived maximum pleasure; in throbbing thunderously for the person it vehemently revered; living solely and fervently for the person it loved on this planet…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

AS LONG AS SHE WAS SITTING BESIDE ME How does it matter even if there was no shoe on my feet; incongruous nails portrayed a ghoulish and miserable picture of mine? How does it matter even if there wasn't a penny in my pocket; the last shelf of my wallet was inundated with nothing else; but pure sand? As long as she was sitting beside me; the mesmerizing ensemble of hair tickled my starved lips and cheeks. How does it matter even if my clothes smelt of pugnacious onion; every corner of the garment I wore was replete with stains of obnoxious oil? How does it matter even if the only scent that emanated from my body was one of dry sweat; the only pillow I had was that composed of truck tyre rubber? As long as she was sitting beside me; whispering enchanting secrets of her childhood mystically into my ear. How does it matter even if the watch I wore on my wrists didn’t function; there was cowdung coated on my palms instead of the lines of my destiny? How does it matter even if the tunnels of my eardrum were filled with chunks of loose mud; and I turned a deaf to the voice of the world? As long as she was sitting beside me; flirtatiously pinching my nose; telling me that I was beautiful. How does it matter even if the first two teeth of my jaws were broken in a fight; fathomless granules of pertinent dandruff grew mercilessly in my scalp? How does it matter even if my speech faltered every instant; with my abashing inability to please anybody in the first instant? As long as she was sitting beside me; drowning me wholesomely into the ocean of fiery passion circulating wildly in her eyes, How does it matter even if I didn’t roam about in bombastic cars; hadn't the capacity to buy even a tricycle with rusty wheels? How does it matter even if I was gruesomely uncivilized in my actions; not being able to eat with an array of glistening spoon and fork? As long as she was sitting beside me; entwining her

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fingers in mine to support me wherever I went. How does it matter even if I hadn't a roof to live under; kept gazing at the sky for hours immemorial? How does it matter even if I had no soap to bathe my skin; splashed water on my skin swimming with the fish instead? As long as she was sitting beside me; making me laugh uncontrollably with her innocuous gestures and the mischievous cadence in her voice. And how does it matter even if I was the poorest man of this earth; with the Creator blessing everybody else except me with mountains of gold and silver? And you tell me how does it matter even if I had nobody to believe me; people shunting away from me wherever I put my foot on this soil? As long as she was sitting beside me; blending her breath entirely with mine; taking an oath to spend infinite more lives with me together… _____________________________________________________________

ONLY YOU O ! BELOVED For as far as my arms could stretch; extending to the most unprecedented of their capacity in free space, For as far as my eyes could sight; opening wider than the blazing Sun, For as far as my ears could hear; straining themselves agonizingly to decipher the most inconspicuous trace of sound; lingering for kilometers in vicinity, For as far as my feet could run; conquering unfathomable miles of territory without buckling or flinching the slightest, For as far as my mind could wander; perceiving even the most remotest and weirdest of things existing on this earth, For as far as my voice could travel; expending my lungs to the most bizarre capacity, For as far as my pen could write; inundating every barren bit of paper on this globe; with countless lines of literature, For as far as my hands could caress; extending forward as straight as an arrow; and to fullest of their capacity, For as far as my sweat could flow; after dribbling off

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh painstakingly from my skin, For as far as my neck could turn; dexterously twisting itself to sight objects even behind the back, For as far as my hair could rise; after being voraciously tickled by the mesmerizing wind, For as far as my fantasy could continue; dreaming about delectable fairies dancing in wonderland, For as far as my breath could reach; chiseling a tunnel replete with passionate moisture as it blew, For as far as my stomach could inflate; as I tried to swell it after deliberately taking in volumes of free oxygen imprisoned in air, For as far as my lips could open; after being viciously attacked by a thunderous yawn, For as far as my fists could punch; paving their way unrelentingly to win virgin landscapes prevailing on this planet, For as far as my memory could capture; recognizing even the most obsolete of grass sticks after a monstrous night's sleep, And as far as my heart could beat; incorporating all the emotions that lingered in the atmosphere; as well as those beyond the celestial heavens, There was only one thing that I revered and loved; cared and cherished more than myself; and that was you O! beloved; Infact ONLY YOU O! BELOVED…. _____________________________________________________________

MY BROKEN HEART NEEDED The broken door of pure rosewood needed a carpenter to repair it; replenishing its distorted edges with loads of compassionate varnish and an array of hostile nails, The broken slabs of building needed an engineer to refurbish it; reinforcing its surface with lanky beams and columns; fortifying its gaping string of holes with rich chunks of cement and concrete, The broken pieces of cloth needed a tailor to stitch them; blend the scattered fragments together; to evolve the stupendous garment again, The broken checkbooks and torn documents of financial operation needed a banker to resurrect them; spawn ingeniously manipulative policies to ensure that all business bounced back to robust normalcy, The broken switchboards needed an electrician to configure them; intermingle the boundless conglomerate

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of wires to produce sparkling beams of untainted light, The broken fields needed a farmer to plough them; sow the right concoction of seeds and manure; in order to metamorphose the gruesome sand into blossoming land of enchanting fertility, The broken words of the book needed a writer to rearrange them; meticulously sort out the baffling jumble into magnificent lines of captivating literature, The broken spacecraft needed the scientist to remold it; splendidly synchronize its arms and tail; impregnate it with the most contemporary of machinery; to enable it to gush at electric speeds towards the heart of the blue sky, The broken ornaments needed the goldsmith to reinvigorate them; chisel the shards of unruly metal into scintillating necklaces of fabulous silver, The broken carving on the wall needed the artisan to harness it; convert its disrupted demeanor into one with astounding solidity and oligarchic magnificence, The broken shoe lying desolate in the attic needed a cobbler to mend it; transform its mocking and dusty caricature into one with exquisite shine and abundant lace, The broken gutter needed a plumber to renovate it; wholesomely stop the flow of spewing debris; converting the rotten stench emanating into one of placid and stringent calm, The broken painting needed an artist to embellish it; join all the horrendously massacred shapes into mesmerizing contours of the spell binding fairy, The broken bone needed a doctor to coalesce it; bond the severely depleted fragments together to give birth again to a rubicund entity, The broken song needed a musician to reconstruct it; embody it with jazzy tunes and revitalizing melody; profusely recreating its stolen glory again, The broken bird needed an ornithologist to rejuvenate it; apply balm to its torn feathers; in order to impart it with tumultuous force and propel it to fly, The broken watch needed a watchmaker to wind it; oil its rusty coalition of springs; so that it ticked incessantly as time drifted by, The broken law and order in the city needed a policeman to rectify it; instill a sense of impregnable security amongst citizens; with valiant acts of his dynamic bravery, The broken democracy in the world needed a flamboyant leader to uplift it; judiciously channelize all the energy of people for the betterment of this planet, The broken lawns sprawling disdainfully over colossal expanses of the valley needed a gardener to

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh reinvigorate them; prudently squelch the unwanted weeds; in order to ensure that the roses bloomed merrily without parasites, The broken King needed a host of beautiful slaves to stimulate his dead senses; obey the most minuscule of his command; appease him thoroughly with dance; and the tantalizing cadence in their voice, The broken marriage needed a team of counselor's to recap it; solve the infinitesimal differences that had led to the execution of this bizarre event in life, The broken beliefs needed a sagacious saint to rebuild them; bring the abysmally lonely disciple closer to the realms of the omnipotent creator, The broken snapshot needed the photographer to reframe it; meticulously arrange the solitary chunks into a complete picture; depicting once again the smiling and boisterous family, The broken victim needed the pressman to alleviate her pain; highlight to the world in his article; about the plethora of lecherous atrocities committed on her impeccable body, The broken stomach needed a waiter to satisfy it; serving it with mouth watering delicacies and thereby ensuring that it succumbed to blissful and contented sleep, The broken laughter needed a clown to re-establish it; inundate its miserable life with unsurpassable amount of smile and ecstasy, The broken web needed a spider to reweave it; embedding its mercilessly split trajectory; again with silver threads of slime, The broken sea needed a battalion of fish and coral reefs to reform itself; relive the incredulous moment of glory when it had just been created in this Universe, The broken discotheque needed scores of impetuous boys and girls to enliven it; flood its dreary ambience with fiery passion; pulsating dance; and voluptuous movement, The broken history needed an archaeologist to recount it; search for the missing links and clues that once upon a time led to the formation of noble dynasties, The broken hive needed boundless number of bees to refill it; encompass each pore its persona with their discordant buzzing; and supremely sweet streams of honey, The broken vegetables needed a chef to realign them; prepare appetizing delicacies out of the shoddy mass of loose grass and fruit, The broken children needed a philanthropist to liberate them; fill their lives with all the jubilation and fantasy which they were so desperately bereft off,

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The broken mind needed a psychiatrist to retrieve it; bring it to proportion with the civilized society; from the corridors of despondency and lost oblivion, The broken ship needed a captain to coherently steer it; surge it forward with gusto and insurmountable exhilaration into the deep waters of the sapphire ocean, The broken army needed a brave and an audacious soldier to instigate it; see to it that it emerged victorious without the slightest of blemish to its motherland, The broken den needed the lion to enlighten it; prove it once again to the world that it harbored none other; but the irrefutable king of the jungle, The broken morning needed the cuckoo to animate it; drive away all the gloominess prevailing in the atmosphere; with the mesmerizing rhythm in its voice, The broken line needed a teacher to restore it; explicitly explain it to the student its symbolic meaning and astronomical importance, The broken voice needed a ventriloquist to harness it; extract the hidden melody to the summit of its capacity; portray to entire world the euphoric essence of sound, The broken automobile needed a mechanic to invigorate it; lubricate its dying parts; pumping tons of fresh air in its tyre; granting it the power to conquer the most treacherous of slopes, The broken balls needed a juggler to enhance their charm; spin them at mind boggling speeds; revolving them at all angles in the breeze before delectably collapsing on the bed of pure silk, The broken valley needed environmentalists to plant it with infinite saplings; see the inconspicuous nodules ripen into dense forests within a matter of fading months, The broken house needed a ensemble of detectives to find the culprits; hunt out the criminals who transformed the family living in perpetual bliss into deceased corpses buried beneath the earth, The broken women needed faithful husbands to alleviate their tale of deprivation; making them witness a new and vibrantly optimistic face of tomorrow, The broken lives needed a messiah from the heavens to rehabilitate them; shower their bereaved souls with immeasurable happiness, And my broken heart needed a girl who could fully comprehend my sorrow; love me like no one else did on this globe; bonding every beat of mine with her violently throbbing heart; healing every incurable wound of mine; blending her breath with mine for times

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh and births immemorial…

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TO FORGET HER WAS IMPOSSIBLE The Sun may have forgotten to shine at times; leaving the Earth submerged in partial darkness, The eyes may have forgotten to close; staring unrelentingly in the blazing fires, The trees may have forgotten to shed their leaves; enticed to sway in the moist breeze, The birds may have forgotten to chirp; thoroughly engrossed in building their nests, The clouds may have forgotten to rain; drifting away submissively with the wind, The lion may have forgotten to roar; lost in the aisles of desire and sleep, The chameleon may have forgotten to change its color; with its jaws busy in gobbling fat caterpillars, The diamonds may have forgotten to shine; when they were placed in a disdainful backdrop of coal, The rose may have forgotten to diffuse scent; trying to breathe for its life amidst a heap of pungent pesticide, The scorpion may have forgotten to sting; running haywire in a pool of slushy water, The snow may have forgotten to melt; not wanting to leave the body of the handsome mountain, The lips may have forgotten to smile; being besieged by day to day professionalism in society, The ocean may have forgotten to evolve waves; yielding pathetically to the tumultuous storm, The stars in the cosmos may have forgotten to twinkle; profoundly absorbed in watching the dainty fairies, The deserts may have forgotten to be hot; relishing the prospects of freaking out in the rain, The fingers may have forgotten to write; resting lazily under the silken feathered pillow, The dog may have forgotten to bark; petrified for an instant by the demon standing before him, The infant may have forgotten to cry; bemused for a moment by the wide ensemble of electronic toys, The Creator inadvertently may have forgotten to look at every man; busy chalking strategies to run the Universe, But me Forgetting her was Impossible; as she resided in the center of my heart; and every beat of mine wholesomely depended upon her breath that passionately flowed…

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I AM IN LOVE What was this O! Lord; that my lips refrained to speak; sung mystical tunes instead while walking on the streets? What was this O! Lord; that my fingers incorrigibly refused to write; drawing incoherent shapes in the mud instead? What was this O! Lord; that my eyes stared wildly in open space; instead of shutting down under the blistering sun? What was this O! Lord; that I forgot to have my afternoon meals; when normally I was the first one to finish food in our family? What was this O! Lord; that I dreamt even while signing checks; entering in mind boggling amounts; that eventually left me bankrupt? What was this O! Lord; that I erupted out in fantasies of my childhood; when infact I was supposed to give a lecture on Business Economics? What was this O! Lord; that I crashed head on with the waiter carrying a tray full of pastry; when infact I had already sighted him from miles apart? What was this O! Lord; that I presumed it to be brilliant afternoon; when actually it was just a little before midnight? What was this O! Lord; that I barged my car right into the hotel coffee shop; instead of parking it outside and walking down the distance? What was this O! Lord; that I cut my hands severely while chopping vegetables; when infact there was superb synchronization between the knife and my little finger? What was this O! Lord; that I gasped for breath like a dead man; when infact I had just arisen from bed after infinite hours of blissful sleep? What was this O! Lord; that a sheepish grin encompassed the contours of my face all day; when usually I was extremely stringent in my behavior? What was this O! Lord; that I reached the ghastly graveyard; when infact I was headed for attending prayers in church? What was this O! Lord; that I embraced an old woman on the verge of relinquishing breath; cognizing her to be the girl of my dreams? What was this O! Lord; that the blood in my veins ran at electric speeds; inspite of my medical practitioner ruling out any chance of blood pressure? And what was this O! Lord; that my heart palpitated at a million beats per minute; although she resided continent's apart? You know what; your guess is as good as mine; and there was simply no rhyme or reason to defy it; for I think that the inevitable has happened; I was struck by the same fever as millions of my kind are struck every day; O! Yes I THINK I AM IN LOVE…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

ONLY YOU O ! BELOVED For as far as my arms could stretch; extending to the most unprecedented of their capacity in free space, For as far as my eyes could sight; opening wider than the blazing Sun, For as far as my ears could hear; straining themselves agonizingly to decipher the most inconspicuous trace of sound; lingering for kilometers in vicinity, For as far as my feet could run; conquering unfathomable miles of territory without buckling or flinching the slightest, For as far as my mind could wander; perceiving even the most remotest and weirdest of things existing on this earth, For as far as my voice could travel; expending my lungs to the most bizarre capacity, For as far as my pen could write; inundating every barren bit of paper on this globe; with countless lines of literature, For as far as my hands could caress; extending forward as straight as an arrow; and to fullest of their capacity, For as far as my neck could turn; dexterously twisting itself to sight objects even behind the back, For as far as my hair could rise; after being voraciously tickled by the mesmerizing wind, For as far as my fantasy could continue; dreaming about delectable fairies dancing in wonderland, For as far as my breath could reach; chiseling a tunnel replete with passionate moisture as it blew, For as far as my stomach could inflate; as I tried to swell it after deliberately taking in volumes of free oxygen imprisoned in air, For as far as my lips could open; after being viciously attacked by a thunderous yawn, For as far as my fists could punch; paving their way unrelentingly to win virgin landscapes prevailing on this planet, For as far as my memory could capture; recognizing even the most obsolete of grass sticks after a monstrous night's sleep, And as far as my heart could beat; incorporating all the emotions that lingered in the atmosphere; as well as those beyond the Celestial heavens, There was only one thing that I revered and loved; cared and cherished more than myself; and that was you O! beloved; Infact ONLY YOU O! BELOVED….

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THIS VERY MOMENT WHEN I WAS DYING TODAY The leaves withered as time passed; falling inevitably on the ground to blend with disdainful chunks of dust, The roses blossoming radiantly in the valley; knelt their heads in meek submission as the chilly winds and nightfall took complete control, The lines of the palm bifurcated enigmatically all over in boisterous youth; started fading and diminished to a trifle as the perils of old age took over, The vivacious mounds of virgin clay which smiled mischievously under the Sun; looked completely battered and bashed as they were indiscriminately trampled by ongoing vehicles and metal tyre, The eyes which were once able to intricately sort out the inconspicuous needle from the colossal haystack; now looked as specks of dirt behind a factory of thick glass; as the years descended by, The legs which were springing and tenaciously marching forward at the ripening of dawn; now collapsed in a bedraggled heap at the onset of stark darkness and ghostly night, The towering castle which was once the pride of the royal emperor; now was a sight in complete shambles; with broken glass and century old cobwebs the only things welcoming the predecessor's, The image which was brighter than scintillating light in sweltering afternoon; now metamorphosed into lanky shadows; trespassing furtively through the fleeting blanket of dusk, The footprints which were profoundly distinct as the travelers strolled; were now wholesomely erased as the turbulent draught of breeze swept by, The waves spasmodically swirling towards the skies all throughout the evening; now appeared as placid as the singing angel; when the storm and ferocious cyclone had totally dissipated, The tongue which was raring to shout deafeningly in open space; now resembled the dying insect; after countless hours of giving speech, The shock of hair which was once as black as oil trapped within the belly of earth; now appeared as snow white as the man who sat astoundingly near to his grave, The pristine air of the snow clad slopes which was stupendously clean and enchanting as the cows grazed; now transited into plumes of treacherous black smoke; as the aftermath of war took its gory toll, The vegetables which were fresh and glowing with sparkling health as I hoisted them from the stores; now transformed into soggy and squalid as I rang the doorbell; utterly exhausted and entered home, The time which seemed to tick faster than light during examinations; now appeared to be crawling slower than the tortoise as the summer holidays descended by, The ape man who once could conquer invincible heights with raw muscle and unprecedented power bulging from under his shirt; now seemed to be unable to even lift a finger; as the decades unveiled in quick succession, The candle which was burning inexorably; illuminating every cranny of the room with its profound shine; now extinguished in entirety with a single kiss of the autumn wind, The heart which throbbed violently after witnessing the girl of its dreams for the first time; now reduced its intensity a whisker; after spending marathon times together, But my love for her got all the more stronger as each second unfurled into a minute; as each minute sped into an hour; as each day evolved into a week; as each year evolved into a decade; and no matter how old I became; how frigid the conglomerate

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh of bones in my body converted; I loved her more than I loved her when she first met me; I loved her more than I ever did in my passionate dreams; I loved her more than I had loved her anytime before; THIS VERY MOMENT WHEN I WAS DYING TODAY…

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THANK YOU Thank you for providing your shoulder; for me to lean upon in my times of inexplicable distress, Thank you for wiping my tears; when they oozed out profusely all day and night, Thank you for camouflaging my skin under your garment; when it was wholesomely helpless and unable to face this world, Thank you for whispering into my ears words of courage and fortitude; when the infiltrators were just about to barge into my camp, Thank you for standing by my stubborn attitude; sticking to my ideals; even though it meant sacrificing precious years of your life, Thank you for serving me with appetizing delicacies; preparing food for me according to my whims; even at the middle of freezing night, Thank you for consoling me incessantly; when dawn seemed far away; and when success was just a short-lived night, Thank you for pacifying my anger; when in fact if you didn’t; I would have landed in prison for assassinating lecherous mankind, Thank you for caressing my raw bruises with your soft palms; impregnating in them the divine power to heal at amazing speeds, Thank you for tolerating my flirtatious tendencies; still accepting me as your husband; inspite of my philandering whenever I got the chance, Thank you for assisting me in taking the most prudent decision; clutching my body tightly when I felt I would swoon like dead fish on the ground, Thank you for shaving off unruly strands of beard from my cheek every morning; massaging my scalp vigorously to impart me with Godly rejuvenation, Thank you for patiently listening to my rebukes; cooling my frazzled senses with the ointment of your romance, Thank you for keeping our house meticulously clean; spreading the tantalizing perfume of your passionate breath in every corridor that I tread, Thank you for bearing my progeny; helping me continue my chapter of existence; even decades after I died, Thank you for making me feel like a man; everytime I felt cowardly; thought of relinquishing this world, And over and above all thank you for making all my dreams come true; inspiring me to become what the world recognized me today; a good father; a good individual; and most importantly a good human being; to light several other's gloomy day…

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THE MAIN CULPRIT Your voluptuous eyes were the ones that stole my sight; rendered me wholesomely blinded and staring unrelentingly at your stupendous visage, Your luscious lips were the ones that stole my taste; tumultuously evoking me to only nibble passionately at their rubicund outline, Your dainty hands were the ones that stole all my Herculean muscle and power; conjuring me to hold them every unfurling second on the sunlit day; marathon hours of the freezing night, Your ravishing hair was the one that stole my senses; drowning me profoundly in the ocean of their mesmerizing fragrance, Your poignant nails were the ones that stole my ability to scratch; driving me into a state of uncontrollable frenzy as they tantalizingly stroked their way through my scalp, Your tinkling feet were the ones that stole my stride; compelling me to kneel in timid obeisance; revering and worshipping them incessantly, Your scintillating teeth were the ones that stole my ungainly laughter; left me in a spell bound stupor; as I inexorably admired them in the moonlit shades of midnight, Your velvety shadow was the one that stole my entity; making me thoroughly oblivious to each of my surroundings; victimized and enchanted by its supremely mystical grace, Your fabulous skin was the one that stole my blood; making it abysmally freeze in my veins as I caressed your heavenly flesh, Your majestic aura was the one that stole my memory; made me deviate from even the most rigid of my thoughts; perpetuating me to dream of nothing else but your captivating countenance, Your immaculate ears were the ones that stole all my sensation to hear; making me stone deaf to the most volatile of explosion; as I sweetly suckled your ravishingly dangling and crimson lobes, Your delectable neck was the one that stole my prowess to turn; riveting my face intransigently towards your tawny cheeks, Your melodious voice was the one that stole my ability to speak; made me perpetually dumb; overwhelmingly lost in the celestial cadence of its sound; the blissful fervor in its tunes, Your innocuous birth mark was the one that stole my destiny; as my life solely followed its enamoring contours; blended itself completely with its form and color, Your tangy tears were the ones that stole my reflection; making me admire the astounding beauty of the world which they encapsulated; the unfathomable empathy which they explicitly reflected, Your vivacious stomach was the one that stole my hunger; made me emancipate my demonish gluttony; as I pressed my head against it with each of its ingratiatingly rhythmic rise and fall, Your incomprehensibly moist breath was the one that stole my life; making me a diligent slave of the seductive aroma that you exhaled infinite number of times in a single day, But your heart was the main culprit of them all; as its every palpable beat stole my flamboyantly fiery desire; stole all the love I had; stole all the love I could ever give…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

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…

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ENGAGED !!! When I tried to reach her via the rusty and corroded village phone; I simply couldn’t savor the chance to talk to her; as it was incessantly engaged, When I tried to reach her via road; I simply couldn’t salvage the pleasure of witnessing the mesmerizing contours of her face; as the road was bustling with boisterous traffic; the road was disdainfully engaged, When I tried to reach her via email; the usually high speed and overwhelmingly reliable internet server; was disastrously engaged, When I tried to reach her via mental telepathy; I found my mind intransigently busy in pondering on something inconsequential; infact found my mind irrevocably engaged, When I tried to reach her via local mail; I found myself confronted by an unimaginably onerous dilemma; as the entire postal authority was voraciously busy in delivering war messages and engaged, When I tried to reach her via lightening fast air courier; the robotic jet carrying my indispensably precious message; crashed with a soft thud into the Atlantic; and all communication went morbidly engaged, When I tried to reach her via satellite television; the white current of electricity brusquely snapped off; and the images got disdainfully engaged, When I tried to reach her via the tenaciously thunderous loudspeaker; a family of mice ate the deliciously spongy wires; and the waves that now emanated were hoarsely engaged, When I tried to reach her via the harmoniously flowing river; the waters suddenly brewed with a tumultuously fierce storm; were murderously engaged, When I tried to reach her via exorbitantly paid fast taxi; the sleazy ticket counter was prolifically thronging with pedestrians; was miserably engaged, When I tried to reach her via conventional fax; the usually synchronized and thoroughly ingenious machine; now blurted the tunes of insipidly engaged, When I tried to reach her via the electric paced bicycle; the traffic signal abruptly metamorphosed to horrendously red; went pathetically and uncertainly engaged, When I tried to reach her via the nation wide radio; an immediate emergency got declared in all quarters of the state; the line conked out and eventually went mercilessly engaged, When I tried to reach her via an ambulance perched on its relentlessly nictitating rooftop; a spuriously bandaged victim stopped its expedition midway; and it was rendered compulsively engaged, When I tried to reach her via my sophisticated little mobile instrument; ready to pay even astronomical sums of money to establish rapport with her passionately divine presence; the line sounded a mockingly engaged, When I tried to reach her via the stridently blaring whistle; signaling her surreptitiously to come out in brilliant sunshine; there spewed a sandstorm in the placid atmosphere; drowning my voice in entirety; leaving it momentarily engaged, When I tried to reach her via the contemporarily gleaming lift; I embarrassingly floundered in my attempts; as the contraption was deplorably stuck between two floors; was for the time being stubbornly engaged, When I tried to reach her via the celestial heavens; I simply wasn’t able to appease the Creator to help me in my cause; as his Omnipresent presence was busy chalking policies for the sustenance of this mighty Universe; was a trifle engaged, And my string of bad luck didn’t end here itself; when I finally did manage to reach her enchanting doorstep; I found much to my utter dismay; that she had already chosen the man of her dreams; was already ENGAGED….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

WINK When the signal lights winked; scores of boisterously unruly traffic surged forward like a speedy bullet; heaving delectable sighs of relief, When the resplendent stars in the cosmos winked; they cast a spell of flirtatious enchantment upon the gloomy surface of black earth, When the car indicators winked; pedestrians behind instantaneously slackened their speeds; allowing it to harmoniously turn, When the Sun in the heavens winked; an ominous blanket of clouds suddenly took a complete cover; engulfing brilliantly pugnacious light with mystical cheer, When the festoon of glittering diamonds winked; there seemed insatiable greediness encapsulating the eyes of the impoverished beggar, When the opalescent bulbs on the dance floor winked; boundless numbers of impetuous youth gyrated their nimble bodies to the beats of bombastically sleazy music, When the television lights incessantly winked; the exhausted executive rushed out of his house at midnight to find an electrician; so that his wife didn’t break her sequence of exotic programs, When the Boss's lips winked; all employees in vicinity anxiously clutched their breaths; expecting words of heavenly accolades; when instead all that diffused in the end was a crisp abuse to get back to work, When the images in the mirror violently winked; the grizzly haired grandmother went right back into her nostalgic childhood; slipping back into times when she was as vivacious as a soaring butterfly; moving 2 steps at a time with unprecedented charm and grace, When the waves in the ocean winked; dreary souls sitting on the shores suddenly got pepped up with rejuvenated vigor; profoundly relishing the poignantly piquant froth on their dull cheeks, When the computer screens rampantly winked; a wave of terror crept on the face of the corporate banker; as he felt imperiled of losing his millions in the swirl of the lethal virus which had struck his contemporary toy, When the untamed chimpanzee winked; the miserable child broke out into pools of uninhibited laughter; clapping his hands in mischievous glee, When the cow winked; the milkman's eyes glowed with overwhelming satisfaction; as he was sure that his animal was now in a mood to yield the richest quality of milk, When the aircraft lights rhythmically winked; the people seated inside tensed their muscles a trifle; soothing their frazzled nerves for the exhilaration about to splendidly unfurl, When the shadows started to lengthen and relentlessly wink; the farmers inhabiting rustic villages now realized that it was indeed time to return home and start preparing for blissful sleep, When the gigantic lizard ominously winked; an army of inconspicuous insects and worms lingering in the surrounding; abruptly dispersed their celestial meeting and made a last run for their lives, When the street lamps furtively winked; alarm bells ringed loud and stringent through the police station; potbellied officers made a jiffy out into the cold; to save the city from possibly heinous crime, When the frigid candle flame precariously winked; the hearts of countless individuals fell right down into their boots; as it was their last source of illumination; in absence of gaudy electricity and the horrendously moonless night, But the best of it all was when her eyelids winked; as what I had considered unbelievable in each of my dreams now seemed to be an immortal reality; my pulse

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ONE WOMAN I might have eaten different varieties of food every day; appeasing my gluttony with the exact taste that circulated instantaneously in my tongue, I might have worn different clothes every day; vacillating between contemporary and traditional fabric; to succeed in my spurious attempts of looking the best, I might have talked in different dialects every day; maneuvering my tongue several times; to achieve that bombastic slang which I had perpetually dreamt of, I might have wandered in different directions every day; incessantly discovering and stimulating my insatiable greed for adventure, I might have read different books every day; profoundly engrossed in the inscrutable tales of enchanting mystery and romance, I might have slept at different places every day; sometimes under the tenacious moonlight blending with placid grass; while sometimes on the astronomical summit of the mountain feasting on the tremendously deep pink gorge, I might have looked in different directions every day; trying my ultimate best to decipher the intricacies of this fascinating planet, I might have bathed in different waters every day; sometimes standing under the artificial bathroom shower; while sometimes splashing my arms in supremely poignant ocean salt, I might have driven different cars every day; sometimes the astoundingly sleek silver Mercedes; while sometimes the battered jalopy to play a few pranks on fellow beings, I might have adorned my wrists with different watches every day; zealously observing as the seconds ticked into oblivion with each unveiling night, I might have admired different sights every day; fantasizing almost every minute to unprecedented realms of bizarre imagination, I might have danced on different floors every day; sometimes on scintillating slabs of marvelous granite; while sometimes brazenly striking my bohemian foot on the muddy ground, I might have inadvertently broken different things every day; sometimes the glittering bowls extruding from the mantelpiece; while sometimes the tiny mountains of sand that suddenly came my way, I might have drunk different liquids every day; quenching my thirst with the most conducive flavor that my throat cried for, I might have sat on several different places every day; ranging from as obdurate as the stubborn stone; to the ambiguous oasis of satiny fur strewn on the hills,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh I might have shaken hands with different people every day; unabashedly interacting with each section of the vast society, I might have listened to different tunes every day; feasting my sensitive ears to a fathomless pedigree of mind boggling and profusely enthralling music, I might have frequented different continents every day; whizzed past over boundless territories of land and water; seated like a prince on the lavish upholstery of my personal plane, I might have bought different toys every day; in my endeavor to amuse myself profoundly; reminisce way back into memories of, memories of unadulterated and innocuous childhood, I might have worshipped different deities every day; advocating my firm belief in each form of God existing; through far and wide in this secularly woven orthodox world, I might have taken the blessings of different mothers every day; revering and insurmountably respecting their irrefutable tenacity to evolve new life, But let me tell you; that although everything in my life had been different every day, I still have no inhibitions in declaring that I have loved only one woman from the bottom of my heart; the very woman whom I would continue to adore for centuries immemorial; the very woman whose essence would keep lingering around my impoverished soul even under my grave, the woman who is none other than my beloved…

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THE BIGGEST VICTORY FOR ME The biggest happiness on this earth for me; was your velvety string of voluptuous eyelashes, The biggest anticipation on this earth for me; was your daintily tinkling and approaching footsteps, The biggest beauty on this earth for me; was the ensemble of ravishing hair cascading lusciously down your petite shoulders, The biggest security on this earth for me; was your immortal embrace making me invincible against any attack of the hostile world, The biggest festival on this earth for me; was your enchanting pair of lips enticing me to rise like an untamed arrow even from the midst of thunderous snore and sleep, The biggest literature on this earth for me; was the one embossed on your heart; the one hidden in your enigmatic eyes; which I took several lives to decipher, The biggest mysticism on this earth for me; was your stupendously alluring shadow; that made me fall with a shudder on the naked ground, The biggest imagination on this earth for me; was the countless strokes of your rubicund tongue as you spoke; uttering the English language with great command and unprecedented supremacy, The biggest fire on this earth for me; was the desire burning in your soul; the overwhelming passion circulating rampantly in your crimson blood, The biggest scent on this earth for me; was your golden perspiration that dribbled unrelentingly from your arms and toes,

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The biggest atmosphere on this earth for me; was the breath flowing from your nose; the compassionate air diffusing imprisoning me in inseparable bonds of love, The biggest fame on this earth for me; was to be known by your grace; to be called umpteenth number of times by you in the unveiling day, The biggest wealth on this earth for me; was your unfathomable reservoir of emotion; the sparkling tears of ecstasy that oozed from your eyes as you sighted me, The biggest venom on this earth for me; was the volley of expletives you hurled at me when profoundly agitated, The biggest bruise on this earth for me; was the short time phase when you left me and went to visit your relatives, The biggest religion on this earth for me; was the things you revered; the message you vehemently wanted to propagate and instill in all mankind, The biggest shock on this earth for me; was when you closed your eyes for fractions of a second; sank to the ground for just a moment in sheer exhaustion, The biggest pleasure on this earth for me; was lying every brilliant dawn and starry night in the impregnable folds of your lap; blending wholesomely with you as the winds drifted by, And the biggest victory on this earth for me; was your body; the way it delectably swished and moved; the way it slept and awoke; and over and above all the way it uninhibitedly admired me for all what I was; irrespective of my infinite faults and fallacies… _____________________________________________________________

PLEASE DON’T ORDER HER TO DIE Take away my eyes instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t make her blind, Take away my voice instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t make her dumb, Take away my shadow instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t make her disappear, Take away my feet instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t make her crippled and maim, Take away all my happiness instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t make her depressed and maniacally gloomy, Take away all my wealth instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t make her beg on the streets, Take away all my dreams instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t break the blissful spell of her tantalizing fantasy, Take away all my energy instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t make her weak and on the point of inevitable collapse, Take away all my clothes instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t make her shiver uncontrollably, Take away every chunk of my mind instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t mentally exert her even the slightest, Take away my fluffy bed and mattress instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t make her sleep on the naked floor, Take away all my teeth instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t give her even the slightest difficulty while she chewed food,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh Take away all my blood instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t alleviate her zest and enthusiasm for life, Take away all the juice trapped sumptuously in my stomach instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t starve her to bizarre limits, Take away every trace of beauty from my body instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t make her ugly and hideously wicked, Take away each hair shimmering on my scalp instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don't make her embarrassingly bald, Take away all my fingers instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t make her relinquish her ability to fantastically sketch, Take away my breath instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t carry her to the heavens, Take away my heart beat instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t stop hers from throbbing passionately, And take away my life instead O! Almighty Lord; but please don’t order her to die… _____________________________________________________________

ONE SIDED I loved the Himalayas for their snow clad peaks; the thin wisps of clouds marking the silver linings of the horizon, However I hated the freezing currents of air descending down its slopes; the gusty avalanches of ice killing millions while trying to conquer it. I loved the pen for inundating white paper with infinite lines of literature; granting a status to words which was greater than swords, However I hated it when it penned down the death sentence; assisted the judge in making his final decision. I loved the clouds for showering blissful droplets of rain; instilling new life in dead weeds and parched soil, However I hated them for deluging low lying regions near the coast; sweeping several innocent in the fury of its waves. I loved the handkerchief for its satiny caress; the delectable pillow it formed for me to sleep in the night, However I hated it when the insane murderer, used it as a tool to strangulate the last iota of breath. I loved the winding road to the palace; the festoon of lights shimmering, metamorphosing it into a marvel to stare at dusk, However I hated it when it was slippery; fomented the cars to swerve wildly and collide thunderously with each other. I loved the dainty wrist watch for displaying time all day; apprising me diligently of the sun setting behind the sea's, However I hated it when it candidly announced; the seconds left until my death. I loved the tree for its lanky stalks and sprawling branches; the clusters of ravishing fruit it bore on its leaves, However I hated it when it fell with a thud; squelching innocuous children that came under its mighty sway. I loved the fire for its crackling flames; the loads of compassionate warmth it generated well past after midnight,

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However I hated it when it capsized my beloved in its swirl; charred her body to inconspicuous ash within a matter of few minutes. I loved eating fish entangled in a conglomerate of seaweed; roasting it to perpetual golden brown; before dipping in piquant curry, However I hated it when one of its intricate bones stuck incorrigibly in my throat; making me greedily gasp for life. And I loved to desire; drown myself into the ocean of love; sizzle profoundly in the corridors of romance, However I hated it when my passion was ONE SIDED; and the person whom I could die for couldn’t even recognize my body when I was alive…

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THE COMMON FACTOR I was as hot as blistering fire; while she was stoical as placid ice, I was ready to plunge into the unfathomably deep gorge; while she preferred to lie down in contentment on the silken mattress, I was crimson red in anger when provoked; while she maintained a moon white complexion even when tormented to bizarre limits, I was thirsty every unfurling second; while she was abstemious; able to sustain a marathon period on bland chunks of bread and water, I was bubbling with tumultuous exhilaration to clamber Mount Everest; while she sat cross-legged on the floor; passive and unperturbed, I was incessantly fantasizing about enigmatic tunes prevailing under the deep sea; while she preferred to brood in perpetual solitude, I was floating high and handsome in the cotton wool of clouds; while she was more inclined towards browsing through books of commercial finance, I was inevitably fidgeting about dismantling intricate bells in vicinity; while she languished in the same position for days; without causing the slightest ruffle on the pillow she caressed, I was tearing food with exuberant gusto; pulverizing succulent grapes into fine juice with my teeth, while she inhaled the aroma of wine for infinite minutes; before eventually savoring it down her throat, I was passionately dying to bathe in the rain; while she was abhorrent to the most minuscule sound of thunder; relishing the safety of the shower instead; with a plastic cap engulfing her head, I was driven by waves of impetuousness every dawn; marching at electric speeds in my quest to conquer the planet, while she woke up after the world had arisen; suckling warm tea in the camouflage of her flocculent sheepskin, I was chucking at every mosquito trying to infiltrate into my blissful eardrum; while she let them feast on her tantalizing blood; shrugging them off phlegmatically every once in a while, I was busy contemplating about every individual I encountered; trying to decode through vagaries of his mind, while she sat like an impeccable sheep in front of strangers; more intent on appeasing him than unveiling the cadence of his voice,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh I was ardently waiting to capsize upon every opportunity; to consolidate it into a veritable reality; while she let the weeks slip into fortnights; relying overwhelmingly on destiny to deliver, I was stupendously confident in my abilities to tackle any barricade that confronted me in my way; while she was too meek to envisage as well as bear the slightest of difficulty, I was burning in the aisles of desire as every draught of wet wind blew past my silhouette, while she let seasons come and go; refrained from igniting the sparks of romance between our entities, I was philandering in the playground of fun; mischievously intermingling with the children playing on mushy grass; while she knelt stern and tight-lipped on the couch; scoffing disdainfully at the unruly noises made by our child, I was always found transgressing the roads with wild curls of my hair blowing in tandem with the wind; while she drained the shampoo to the last drop; vigorously sorting the most infinitesimal of knot in her hair, We were different in almost every thing we did; perhaps perceived all situations circumventing our bodies wholesomely antagonistic; but at the end of the day the COMMON FACTOR was; that we still loved each other; prayed unrelentingly to the creator to give us the power; of relinquishing our breaths together.

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THE THING I HATED THE MOST When I was driving my car through the meandering hills; feasting on the panoramic view of the mystical valley, The thing I hated the most was a incessant flurry of dense traffic; halting the unprecedented flow of fantasy in my mind. When I was swimming exuberantly in frothy waves of the ocean; taking the sizzling rays of the sun directly on my skin, The thing I hated the most was the onslaught of inclement weather; compounded with swirling waters; which made me return back to the shore. When I was studying diligently under the gloomy night lamp; pouring rapidly through infinite lines of fine script, The thing I hated the most was pertinent voices of the neighbors; the discordant cacophony of the ticking clock. When I was jogging across the sprawling race track; stupendously relishing the

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cool morning breeze striking my eyes, The thing I hated the most was obnoxious wisps of smoke in the atmosphere; and the lace of my shoe getting entangled every now and then. When I was painting exquisite shapes of the hill on a white canvas; executing vivacious strokes with my rustic brush, The thing I hated the most was blotches of squalid dirt smudging with the color; pelting showers of rain prompting me to conceal my work. When I was fervently viewing my favorite television program; with my feet well rested; and a festoon of fried chips lying by my side, The thing I hated the most was violent fluctuation in voltage; which caused the images to ludicrously flicker In the screen. When I was consuming a barrel of red wine; slurping the elixir with animated sips of satisfaction, The thing I hated the most was the authorities catching me red handed; evacuating the alcohol out of me; by beating me black and blue. When I was playing an intense game of chess; articulately maneuvering my pieces through the checkered squares, The thing I hated the most was illegal moves by my opponent; which eventually led him to win the game. When I was about to commence on an adventurous expedition; accompanied by hordes of my class mates, The thing I hated the most was intermittent bouts of cold and fever; which instigated my parents to incorrigibly hold me back. When I was earnestly praying to the almighty; with my arms crossed; eyes focused in tumultuous concentration, The thing I hated the most was uncouth criminals bombarding the vicinity; permeating the sacrosanct ambience with ghastly sounds. And when I was with my beloved; my face nestling passionately against her broad shoulder, The thing I hated the most was orthodox society hindering our romance; proving

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh a deplorable barricade in the path of our immortal love.

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WHAT IS THE USE What is the use of a mirror that does not reflect pellucid images, fails to portray the true identity of an individual, What is the use of a cow which does not give milk; keeps incessantly munching tones of green grass, What is the use of a concrete road, which is unable to hold traffic; buckles down under the impact of vehicular load, What is the use of a tree which does not bear succulent fruit; refrains to yield satiny shadows in order to cool dreary passengers, What is the use of an aircraft, which stumbles to take off; let apart transport hordes of passengers, What is the use of a pen that fails to write; inundate the spotless demeanor of bonded paper with umpteenth lines of literature, What is the use of robust feet, which are unable to walk; transferring their possessors to their required place of destination, What is the use of articulate fingers, which incorrigibly refuse to draw; hoist the slightest of load from ground, What is the use of a slimy spider web that fails to imprison innocuous insects; snaps into multiple fragments at the tiniest of caress, What is the use of car which refrains to start; stutters every unleashing second when traversing the lanes, What is the use of a black thundercloud, which refrains to rain; sprinkle upon the parched earth bountiful droplets of water, What is the use of a bell, which doesn't produce a shrill sound when rung; lies insipid and limp even when struck voraciously, What is the use of a bird, which doesn’t fly uninhibitedly in the sky; indolently sleeps in its nest on soil, What is the use of teeth, which fail to chew food; grinding it scrupulously to facilitate digestion,

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What is the use of a river, which does not flow; remains stagnant harboring a plethora of dead weed and dirt, What is the use of the sun in the cosmos which does not shine; holding back its radiance and scintillating light from fumigating the earth, What is the use of stars which do not twinkle resplendently at night; illuminate the gloomy ambience with rays of exuberant hope, What is the use of eyes, which cannot see; admire the mesmerizing beauty of the globe, What is the use of lips, which don’t smile; effusively express feelings of warmth and congeniality, What is the use of humans which don’t procreate their progeny; fail to imbibe the essence of sharing in their counterpart mates, What is the use of mud sprawled on the ground; unable to bear crop; blowing with the wind to settle in a bedraggled heap, What is the use of sword, which miserably fails in protecting its master; in the end becomes an inevitable cause of his assassination, What is the use of a lock, which opens with the most mundane of key; enabling burglars to pilfer and plunder at their free will, What is the use of a scorpion, which is unable to sting; inject its lethal venom when it matters the most, What is the use of life which is bereft of adventure; the philanthropic spirit to propagate peace, And what is the use of a palpable heart which fails to beat even after witnessing true love; remains confined to realms of stringent sophistication.

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I WANTED TO BREATHE, SLEEP, LIVE WITH YOUR NAME I wanted to breathe your name each time I exhaled out air; impregnating the atmosphere with your mystical fragrance, Facilitating your entity to settle; occupying all quarters of my cloistered room. I wanted to sight your name each time I opened my eyes; granting it a

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh status of being blissfully omnipresent, Making me thoroughly oblivious to the tyranny of the world; the ghastly incidences unleashing themselves on the crowded street. I wanted to hear your name each time sound drifted into my ears; transforming all other noise into your splendor, Making your voice my song for the brilliant morning as well as my rhyme for the freezing night. I wanted to recite your name each time I opened my lips; circumventing my face with an inevitable smile, Imparting rubicund color to the corners of my cheek; and an enchanting glow to the fortress of my teeth. I wanted to imprison your name each time I clenched my fists; keeping it forever locked in my embrace, Shielding it wholesomely from nefarious looks of the world; the lechery of savage souls existing on this globe. I wanted to digest your name each time I consumed food; enabling me to keep you in proximity with my intestines, Eventually becoming an indispensable constituent part of my blood; circulating rambunctiously through my veins. I wanted to envisage your name each time I felt like dreaming; profoundly incorporating my mind with your mesmerizing images, Catapulting me to unprecedented territories of paradise; the very instant I wanted too. I wanted to incarcerate your name on my tongue each time I felt thirsty; to satiate the burning chords bouncing in my throat, Celestially pacifying my desires; leading me to holistic pathways of spiritual healing. I wanted to write your name in grandiloquent bold letters each time my fingers itched to move; accentuating it profoundly on bonded paper, Portraying the enlightening effect that it has; when sighted in embossed script. And I wanted to remember your name with the first beams of evanescent dawn; and the last minute before shutting my eyes, Blessing me with loads of courage to fight the acerbic day; sleep as unperturbed as god in the ominous night.

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ROPE OF LOVE When they tied me in ropes of slender steel; mercilessly cupping my hands in an airtight embrace, I felt submerged by disparaging despair in the beginning; although after a while I used my ingenuity and managed to wriggle out completely free from my bondage. When they wound me in ropes of sparkling diamonds; the acerbic edges of stone pricked me severely in my veins, I was a blend of tribulation and supreme rhapsody at witnessing the jewels; although after a few hours I astutely succeeded to chisel the same and hastily absconded. When they strangulated me in ropes of threadbare rubber; securely tying my hands and feet, I felt the breath imprisoned in my chest stifling every unleashing minute; although I somehow achieved to find a rusty knife; eloped like the frisky giraffe after chafing my ropes. When they enmeshed me in ropes of acrimonious thorns; the stinging nettles made me profusely bleed, I felt an obfuscated blur encircle my eyes; although after a few determined gasps; I opened my barricades insurmountably flexing my muscles; and decamped surreptitiously via the boundless ocean. When they tethered me uncouthly in ropes of live snakes; with the hooded monster snaring its venomous fangs on my cheek, I felt an armory of Goosebumps creep up on my skin; sweat dribbling like torrential rain from my body; although in the end I was able to defeat my lethal adversary; and fled for my life as fast as those tiny legs of mine could carry me. When they enslaved me in ropes of thick tree roots; a plethora of worms and pugnacious ants crawled on my body from the same, I initially felt miserable with the insects abhorrently tickling my flesh; although a few minutes of intense contemplation; I was able to unwind the knots; and galloped as speedily as I could from the dense jungle.

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh When they captivated me in ropes of blistering iron; stuffing my mouth with tones of fetid cotton, I thought this was going to be my last day of holistic survival; although within seconds I discovered a gas stove nearby; judiciously used the flames to snap open my chains and then transgressed through the heavy door to escape. When they incarcerated me in ropes of coarse cloth; hanging me upside down with my feet tautly kissing the tall ceiling, I started perceiving the world as being grotesquely distorted; although after a few breaths I used my teeth to acrobatically open my chords; and fled the disdainful scenario; leaping through partially open window. When they bound me in ropes of crude glass pieces; stripping every bit of cloth from my persona, I felt a stream of fresh blood oozing incessantly from my raw wounds; although I still managed to break free vehemently flinging the pointed shards from my arms. And eventually when they imprisoned me in the "ROPE OF LOVE"; with my beloved lying blissfully by my side, I endeavored as hard as possible to scamper away; but this time though the mesmerizing essence of her entity; the invincible power of her devotion for my being; held me incorrigibly on the ground; to bask for centuries unprecedented in the glory of her widespread arms.

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CAN TRUE LOVE EVER DREAM OF BEING DESTROYED Can callous stones lying on the ground; ever dream of flying soaring high in the clouds abreast with the birds? Can inclement rain pelting from the sky; ever dream of heating the land instead of profusely soaking it? Can foliated trees swaying high and handsome with the blowing wind;

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ever dream of transforming into a diminutive ant? Can the formidably constructed fortress; ever dream of crumbling down like a pack of cards? Can the ground on which we traversed; ever dream of disdainfully buckling down under our inconspicuous weight? Can the magnanimous aircraft hovering at unprecedented heights in the air; ever dream of maneuvering through the crowded city streets? Can the dazzling sun god in the cosmos; ever dream of submerging the atmosphere with pitch dark blackness instead of scintillating light? Can the dog philandering unscrupulously through the streets; ever dream of not wagging his curved tail? Can the vivacious chameleon bouncing between the hedges; ever dream of not changing its enchanting color? Can the nectar oozing our bountifully from beehives; ever dream of being as salty as the wild sea? Can the summit of the colossal mountain; ever dream of being in close quarters with the dilapidated road? Can the inebriating elixir of opulent wine; ever dream of being like crystalline mineral water? Can the ominous scorpion merrily gallivanting through the jungles; ever dream of not injecting its venomous sting? Can the greasy lubricating oil; ever dream of not impregnating the surface with a slippery sheen? Can the penguins born and existing in the savage cold of Atlantic; ever dream of blistering heat of the uncouth desert? Can the angular soles of feet; ever dream of eloquently singing instead of inexorably trespassing infinite miles of cold territory? Can the fragrant and scarlet rose; ever dream of emanating a fetid odor; a pugnacious smell resembling the leaking gutters? Can the intangible photograph suspended from the wall; ever dream of emulating the animated actions of a live man? Can the mammoth elephant transgressing majestically through the forest; ever dream of floundering under the onslaught of sensitive breeze? Can the violently swirling waves of the ocean; ever dream of becoming the condensed river? Can the freezing cold bar of icecream; ever dream of scalding ones mouth?

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh Can the hideously towering demon brutally massacring innocuous people; ever dream of replicating god, And "CAN TRUE LOVE EVER DREAM OF BEING DESTROYED"; even if there came the greatest force from society to dismantle it; the wisest man in space to rebuke it; the mightiest power on earth to decimate it?

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YOU LIVED IN MY HEART You lived in my intricate eyes when I saw the world; taught me to discerningly distinguish between the good and evil, You lived in my ears when I listened to sound; made me stringently aware of the most minuscule of voice in proximity, You lived in my feet when I traversed the parched earth; making sure that my toes remained reinvigorated at all times, You lived in my fingers when I wrote literature; making me chisel sheer magic out of nondescript words, You lived in my stomach when I swallowed food; assisting me to scrupulously digest the same, You lived in my nails when I scratched the wall; imparting me with the tenacity to peel off the pallid paint, You lived in my tongue when I spoke; blessing me with the tact of producing a melodious noise, You lived in my nostrils when I breathed air; seeing to it that the purest part of it entered the jacket of my lungs, You lived in my veins when they pumped crimson blood; ensuring that it flowed rambunctiously all throughout the day, You lived in my throat when I gulped cool water; facilitating it to smoothly cascade down my neck, You lived in my luscious lips when I smiled; making it appear profoundly incarcerating in front of the audience,

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You lived in my slender bones as I grew; impregnating them with tones of calcium; making me audaciously confront the most bizarre of situation, You lived in my armory of teeth when I masticated my meals; making sure that I crushed each obdurate morsel into silken chowder, You lived in my mind when I tried to contemplate; providing me with the most adept solution to my baffling enigma, You lived in my scalp every time I felt like caressing it; incorporating the follicles of my hair with resplendent shine, You lived in the wildest of my fantasies; the most weirdest of my dreams; making it wholesomely sure that they didn’t cause me any harm, You lived in the lines embossed on the back of my palm; chalking my destiny to be as bright as possible, You lived in my sweat as it dribbled down my cheeks; inundating it with a perennial shine, You lived in my scent as the day unveiled itself into shivering night; embedding my persona with an everlasting essence, And most importantly you lived in my heart invincibly imprisoned; as it had absolutely no vacancy for any other entity to exist.

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EQUAL EQUANIMITY When I first saw her; I felt tremors of unparalleled excitement euphorically enshroud me; till the very last bone of my spine, While today when we had perpetually coalesced in threads of immortal love; I had not even the most infinitesimal iota of fear; as I willingly surrendered myself to the most ghastliest of death…. When I first saw her; I felt unsurpassable torrents of ecstatic rhapsody tingle me till times beyond blissful eternity; as I uncontrollably slithered in the clouds of timelessly endless desire, While today when we had perennially bonded in flames of impregnable love; I philandered without even the

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh tiniest of circumspection in my eyes; ready any instant for the most torturously truculent of death…. When I first saw her; I felt unfathomable infernos of exuberance envelop every ingredient of my scarlet blood; as I unrelentingly envisaged the compassionate magic of her sensuously ravishing caress, While today when we had invincibly bonded in mists of bountifully unassailable love; I smilingly invited the corpse of traumatic death; unflinchingly bonding my spirit with the Omnisciently divine….. When I first saw her; I felt like the most majestic prince on this colossal earth; fabulously romanticizing in the realms of stupendous aristocracy and tantalizing passion, While today when we had unshakably blended in the entrenchment of mesmerizing love; I trespassed even the most acrimonious fires of hell barefooted; liberating my mind; body and spirit; in wholesome entirety….. When I first saw her; I felt as if all enchantingly blooming goodness of the gigantic planet; had been sumptuously bestowed on my impoverished lap, While today when we had irrefutably intermingled in the tunes of gorgeously everlasting love; I selflessly relinquished every organ of my body for all bereaved humanity; asking the devil to squelch me instead…. When I first saw her; I felt insatiably untamed whirlpools of longing profusely encapsulate my nimble flesh; with the yearning embrace her voluptuous body; overwhelmingly towering over every other thing on this Universe, While today when we had unequivocally united in the fortress of unbreakable love; I had not the most capricious of apprehension; in imparting bone of my body to the valley of sadistic death…. When I first saw her; I felt as if I had just discovered my truest identity in vibrant existence; astoundingly spell bound by her regally Omnipotent footsteps, While today when we had intransigently mated in the swirl of heavenly love; I wholeheartedly welcome morbid death on my doorstep; bid adieu to this planet with grateful contentment aligning the contours of my diminutive face…. When I first saw her; I felt that the fathomless horizons were a fraction too short; as the paradise of empathy in her marvelously enthralling eyes; stretched till boundless kilometers even beyond infinite infinity, While today when we had irrevocably melanged in the ocean of vivacious love; I altruistically bestowed every speck of my breath to all those despicably thwarted; before handing my penurious body to the

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scavengers of vindictive death…… And when I first saw her; I felt that the beats of my passionately thundering heart made me the most priceless scintillating entity alive; as I embarked on an expedition of impeccable truth on every step that I tread, While today when we had divinely fused in the fragrance of symbiotically philanthropic love; I handsomely saluted the chapters of life and inexplicable death with equal equanimity; was duly prepared for both any instant; whatever the Lord had in store for me…..

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PLEASE COME BACK O! BELOVED Every bit of fabric in this remorsefully dilapidated room; reminded me of your fabulously enchanting grace; the way you sensuously wrapped yourself in resplendent cotton; at the first rays of ethereally marvelous dawn, Every bit of mirror in this treacherously solitary room; reminded me of your bountifully embellished lips; as you poignantly adorned yourself like a newly embarrassed bride; replenishing the astounding parting of your hair with; spell bindingly crimson vermilion, Every bit of paper in this desolately forlorn room; reminded me of your regally articulate fingers; as you inundated fathomless landscapes of barren canvas; with the gregariously enamoring beauty of the Universe around, Every bit of wall in this drearily stabbing room; reminded me of your unflinchingly intrepid solidarity; the impregnably compassionate swirl of your philanthropic shoulders round me; when the planet beside had become a ghost town, Every bit of mysticism in this horrendously lonely room; reminded me of your unrelentingly blissful fantasies; the voluptuous garden of piquant breaths that you emanated; well past the heart of enchanting midnight, Every bit of toy in this perniciously sullen room; reminded me of your ecstatically jubilant stride; the

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh wonderfully benign smile on your glorious lips; as you philandered beyond the lanes of timelessness with the angels divine, Every bit of plant in this maliciously dolorous room; reminded me of your magnanimously miraculous caress; as you stupendously quelled all traumatized agony around; with the celestial melody in your voice, Every bit of candle in this obdurately obstinate room; reminded me of your profoundly unbelievable dexterity; as you marvelously molded threadbare clay into silken apostles of peace; with ravishingly unending euphoria in your palms, Every bit of friction in this manipulatively morose room; reminded me of your insatiably augmenting nubile beauty; as you blazingly ignited a trail of unsurpassable excitement; even in the most lividly frozen nerve of my impoverished body, Every bit of clock in this bizarrely abandoned room; reminded me of your incredulously impeccable meticulousness; as you symbiotically blended your Omnipotent soul; with all benevolent goodness of the earth around, Every bit of darkness in this dogmatically lambasting room; reminded me of your seductively titillating footsteps; the thunderously streaks of ebullient lightening that you wafted; under the curtainspread of the Moonless night, Every bit of sound in this insipidly dithering room; reminded me of your Omnisciently humanitarian voice; the heartfelt empathy that you harbored for all organisms one and alike; in each sentence that diffused from your eternal mouth, Every bit of dust in this preposterously sordid room; reminded me of your boisterously bubbling visage; as you voraciously cleansed each ingredient of dirt; before bowing down your nimble head in front of Lord Almighty, Every bit of sharpness in this invidiously rotting room; reminded me of your vivaciously vibrant alacrity; as you emerged resurgently victorious; even in the most devilishly sinister situation of uncouth life, Every bit of scent in this diabolically debasing room; reminded me of your everlasting fragrance; as you sparkled into a sky of heavenly freshness; a fairy of harmonious goodwill; every unfurling minute of the day, Every bit of bed in this salaciously demoralizing room; reminded me of your rhapsodically tantalizing sleep; as you relentlessly fomented a whirlpool of never-ending excitement; with your uninhibited nudges and turns, Every bit of air in this vengefully asphyxiating room;

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reminded me of your indefatigable elixir to exuberantly surge ahead in life; tenaciously determine yourself to holistically exist for a countless more lifetimes, And every bit of light in this murderously neglected room; reminded me of your immortally Omnipresent love; as you perpetually bonded your sacrosanct spirit forever and ever and ever; with mine, So wherever you are; please come back O! Beloved; as each beat of my impoverished heart and this room misses you; as the roof of this dwelling would pathetically collapse without you; as without you we all were a ghastly corpse with artificial breath; as without you life would never be life; ever again….

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CHAINED PUPPET My love for her was like raindrops pelting in torrential frenzy from crimson sky; as I unrelentingly fantasized about her charismatically voluptuous contours; all sweltering day and even way beyond the ghastly night, While she nonchalantly brushed the excess water from her skin; spuriously suckling sleazy wine with her extravagant bunch of; vagabond friends…. My love for her was like the Omnipotent rays of Golden Sun; as I perceived the radiance in her impeccable eyes to be the most holistic panacea to perpetually exist, While she disdainfully shrugged the excess light from her persona; flirtatiously eloping beyond the surreptitious hills; everyday with a different man of her choice…… My love for her was like the vibrantly fragrant flower; as I uninhibitedly wafted the scent of my eternal passion; all around her magnificently sacred visage, While she dogmatically shut her nose in utter abhorrence to the excess aroma; sensuously cuddling the capriciously fragile chest of a man; who would leave her soon like a piece of dilapidated shit…. My love for her was like the fathomless undulating sea; having not the slightest of boundary; having not

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh the most evanescent of end, While she lugubriously preferred to walk infinite miles away on the bombastically arid land; with a man who capriciously adored her only for her embellished jewelry and tantalizing flesh….. My love for her was like an overwhelming avalanche of unending beauty; as I wished all unsurpassable goodness of this planet to magnanimously descend upon her till times beyond eternity, While she dolorously spat on all excess enthrallment with vindictive malice; preferring worthlessly manipulative men; who could take her for fugitive rides; in their silver Mercedes…. My love for her was like the unfathomably melodious beehive; relentlessly consecrating every step that she transgressed with all the unconquerable sweetness of this colossal Universe, While she pathetically lambasted all the excess harmony with her stray apron strings; partying with men who devilishly desired her; only to whet their appetite…. My love for her was like the fervently mesmerizing mists; wonderfully titillating every ravishing nerve of her famished countenance; for boundless more births yet to unveil, While she pugnaciously neglected all the excess enigma with a remorseful frown on her lips; frigidly dancing to the clatter of currency coin; as brutal demons ogled down her spine….. My love for her was like an ardently ingratiating inferno of breath; that triggered fireballs of insurmountably unending desire; even in the heart of the morbidly deadened night, While she half-heartedly kicked on the excess exuberance; letting her spirit drift towards a man; who incessantly viewed her only through the clouds of his derogatory cigar smoke….. And my love for her was like an immortally euphoric heartbeat; perennially bonding with even the most infinitesimal of her senses; even as; diabolical hell took a vicious stranglehold of the earth divine, While she insidiously squelched all the excess romance infiltrating her soul; leading her entire life like a puppet chained to the tyrannical devil; just because he changed the chain every moment with meaninglessly glittering gold…. ‘

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THEIR IMMORTAL HEARTBEATS The entire Universe satanically manipulated; while their impeccable eyes unrelentingly stared at each other; with an ardor unconquerable and till times beyond eternity, The entire Universe lecherously sucked blood; while their voluptuous lips uncompromisingly kissed each other; exploring the sweetness of God’s Omnisciently divine creation, The entire Universe brutally discriminated till fathomless miles beyond the gallows; while their sensuously intricate feet nudged each other; igniting inferno’s of spell binding infatuation; in the heart of the insidiously dolorous night, The entire Universe murderously massacred; while their immaculate palms perpetually interlocked with each other; compassionately warming even the most infinitesimally frigid iota of; frozen ice, The entire Universe tyrannically worked from nine to nine; while their tantalizing bellies ravishingly titillated each other; eternally bonding with thunderbolts of unendingly ecstatic desire, The entire Universe invidiously rebuked all goodness; while their seductive eyelashes incessantly tickled each other; ebulliently philandering in the mists of innocuous newness; for centuries unprecedented, The entire Universe disdainfully counted spurious bundles of currency; while their scarlet cheeks perennially blushed with each other; nervously fidgeting like a freshly embellished bride; under Omnipotent rays of the mid-day Sun, The entire Universe dreadfully wandered in the aisles of commercial hell; while their exuberant voices unassailably bonded with each other; in the spirit of harmoniously United existence, The entire Universe woefully sledged the essence of peace; while their poignant streams of blood burgeoned in blissful solidarity; ubiquitously disseminating the principles of mankind; on every path that they tread, The entire Universe mercilessly lambasted into realms of obsolete oblivion; while their pristine necks innocuously caressed each other; vividly painting the panoramic landscape of this planet with astoundingly eclectic color, The entire Universe savagely groped after dungeons of penalizing greed; while their sacrosanct shoulders stood holistically abreast each other; confronting the most acrimoniously torrid storms; with irrefutably supreme faith in the; Almighty Lord, The entire Universe remorsefully sulked 24 hrs a day;

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh while their resplendently twinkling chins gloriously coalesced with each other; as their spirit of sacred togetherness metamorphosed all evil; into a bouquet of heavenly fragrance, The entire Universe ominously plotted against weaker living kind; while their magically mesmerizing shadows forever amalgamated as one; benevolently blessing all humanity; one and alike, The entire Universe sadistically orphaned humanitarian goodness; while their impregnably truthful souls timelessly coagulated in an entrenchment of celestial bliss; perpetuating the symbol of mankind to the most fathomless quarter; of this gigantic earth, The entire Universe disdainfully abhorred intrepid adventure; while their miraculous footsteps unequivocally marched towards the path of scintillating righteousness; alleviating mother earth from the hands of the hideous devil, The entire Universe spent the remainder of their lives in bombastic society meets and worthless cigar smoke; while their enthrallingly robust tongues intransigently discovered each other; triggering fires of bountiful belonging; even in the center of the morbidly soggy lake, The entire Universe asphyxiated their nostrils with vindictive pollution; while their Omnipresent breath beautifully exhaled out as one; graciously consecrating a civilization of optimistic hope; on every path that they traversed, The entire Universe insidiously cheated in graveyards of maligned castigation; while their divinely untainted brains relentlessly fantasized together; fabulously inundating the complexion of this planet with unfathomable happiness, And the entire Universe existed worthlessly in webs of prejudice and eventually died; while their immortal heartbeats lived forever and ever and ever in flames of unshakable love; harboring its majestic goodness as the sole panacea to survive; for infinite more births yet to come…. _____________________________________________________________

JUMP Don’t jump into the acrimoniously blazing fires; you’ll get gruesomely charred to infinitesimal chunks of barbarically threadbare ash, Don’t jump into the unfathomably deep ocean; you’ll mercilessly drown; become an overwhelmingly succulent

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bait for the diabolically menacing shark, Don’t jump from the epitome of the precariously pernicious mountain; you’ll disdainfully crumble into a stack of capriciously insipid bone and mud, Don’t jump into the sleazily grimy whirlpool of mud; you’ll abominably slip towards the aisles of obnoxiously disappearing oblivion; like a cavalcade of debilitating dominoes, Don’t jump into the sonorously ghastly well; you’ll asphyxiate yourself to a brutal death; with discordantly croaking frogs and treacherously heinous snakes; being your only soul mates, Don’t jump into the tumultuously marauding lion’s den; you’ll be ruthlessly pulverized to evanescent mincemeat by his satanic jaws; for just a tantalizingly appetizing starter; to his midday meal, Don’t jump into the web of savagely derogatory lies; you’ll be unsparingly lambasted into realms of torturously tyrannical hell; with each ingredient of your impeccable blood ominously metamorphosing into the gory devil, Don’t jump into the remorsefully morbid graveyard; you’ll feel miserably entrenched; with an unsurpassable fleet of penalizing ghost and invidious corpse, Don’t jump into the island of coldblooded emptiness; you’ll feel like a breathing statue all right; but without the most obfuscated trace of vibrant life or stupendously exhilarating breath, Don’t jump into the circus of insidious manipulation; you’ll have to devour sewage more derogatorily fetid than the gutters; as each instant unfurled into a wholesome minute, Don’t jump into the rambunctiously prowling crocodile pool; you’ll soon feel that the ants were much bigger than yourself in size; as the devilish monsters sucked even the last droplet of your poignant blood, Don’t jump into the hideous vulture’s nest; you’ll be reduced till times beyond infinite infinity; into a penuriously sullen heap of colorlessly dead carrion, Don’t jump into the uncouthly crippling world of crime; you’ll soon metamorphose into a gruesomely livid and kicked commodity; with venomous bullets the only elixir embedded deep into your immaculate skin, Don’t jump into the ghoulishly unending maelstrom of discrimination; you’ll find even the most minuscule aspect of your existence; more sinful than your grave could ever be, Don’t jump into the pool of innocent blood; you’ll find the unfinished cries of countless innocuous; never letting you exist in celestial peace, Don’t jump into the perilously sinister battlefield of thorns; you’ll be ignominiously ripped apart like a

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh speck of worthless shit; tasting vindictively hostile blood on every step that you; dolorously slithered Don’t jump into the sledging shackles of insane frustration; you’ll reach the most veritably last day of your life; even as the very first day of your life had just commenced, Don’t jump into the land of perfidiously agonizing betrayal; you’ll baselessly crucify every panoramically resplendent moment of life; transform yourself into a breathing ghost, And if you really wanted to blissfully counter all the traumatic don’ts ; then do jump forever into the cradle of perpetual love; do jump forever into the garden of uninhibited compassion; do jump forever and ever and ever; into the religion of unassailable mankind…..

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WAGON OF LOVE The wagon of relentlessly enthralling enchantment; exuberantly ran on wheels of tantalizingly mesmerizing fantasy, The wagon of compassionately heartfelt emotions; amiably ran on the wheels of symbiotically holistic togetherness, The wagon of celestially gratifying tranquility; affably ran on the wheels of selflessly bonding contentment, The wagon of Omnipotently miraculous healing; unitedly ran on the wheels of philanthropically glorious solidarity, The wagon of unbelievably rhapsodic happiness; uninhibitedly ran on the wheels of ebulliently fantastic newness, The wagon of blazingly unflinching patriotism; intrepidly ran on the wheels of flamboyantly never-dying fearlessness, The wagon of eternally ecstatic fragrance; bountifully ran on the wheels of unfathomably priceless innocuousness, The wagon of scintillatingly unparalleled success; blissfully ran on the wheels of irrefutably honest self-belief,

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The wagon of voluptuously magnificent artistry; marvelously ran on the wheels of insatiably tantalizing discovery, The wagon of everlastingly unconquerable prosperity; beautifully ran on the wheels of vivaciously resplendent melody, The wagon of stupendously rejuvenating timelessness; impeccably ran on the wheels of unequivocally majestic faith, The wagon of graciously charming color; vividly ran on the wheels of enthusiastically perennial humanity, The wagon of invincibly Omnipresent unity; synergistically ran on the wheels of sacredly blessing mankind, The wagon of fathomlessly reinvigorating beauty; immaculately ran on the wheels of unassailably regale truth, The wagon of innocently unadulterated sleep; aristocratically ran on the wheels of bounteously milky moonlight, The wagon of ubiquitously benevolent peace; ingratiatingly ran on the wheels of ardently mutual sharing, The wagon of emolliently Omniscient purity; impregnably ran on the wheels of spotlessly magical conscience, The wagon of vibrantly unfurling life; perpetually ran on the wheels of charismatically unshakable breath, And the wagon of immortally burgeoning love; divinely ran on the wheels of passionately thundering heart…..

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MADE ME REALIZE The creases burgeoning sonorously on my forehead; made me realize; that I was getting painstakingly older, The streaks of tantalizingly white lightening in the ambience around; made me realize; that I was incessantly erupting into a fireball of untamed sensuousness, The voluptuous entrenchment of majestic roses in the garden; made me realize; that I wanted to timelessly philander through the aisles of uninhibitedly tingling romance, The outlines of agonizing fervency on the periphery of my impoverished lips; made me realize; that I wanted

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh to be insatiably kissed till times well beyond eternity, The profusely articulate lines of destiny on my diminutive palms; made me realize; that each instant of my life; had been enigmatically embellished by the Lord Almighty, The rambunctiously discordant reverberations in my stomach; made me realize; that even the most infinitesimal element in my intestine; was uncontrollably growling for sumptuous food, The torrential downpours of silken rain in the atmosphere; made me realize; that the fantasizing wanderer in my soul; wanted to euphorically dance till the end of my time, The unrelentingly Omnipotent blaze of the blistering Sun; made me realize; that I wanted to ubiquitously disseminate the essence of symbiotic brotherhood; to all my fellow comrades in inexplicably shivering distress, The uncouthly indiscriminate trampling of the satanic devil; made me realize; that I wanted to relinquish every iota my penurious breath; in my mission to perpetually save all tyrannized mankind, The ebulliently boisterous chirping of the innocuous squirrels and birds; made me realize; that I wanted to stretch my wings of inherent freedom; and soar like a regale prince through the gates of mesmerizing paradise, The vivaciously resplendent rainbows in the cosmos; made me realize; that there were an unsurpassable shades to my infinitesimal life; with each of them eventually blossoming into a valley of charismatic enchantment, The vibrantly pulsating beats of the bountifully bubbling nightingales; made me realize; that there was still an innocent child in my manipulatively bizarre conscience; erupting into a fountain of untamed ecstasy; every unfurling instant of the brilliant day, The ravishingly rejuvenating waterfalls on the slopes; made me realize; that I ardently needed to be caressed from all sides; replenishing every ingredient of my famished blood with all astronomically aristocratic beauty; that hovered in the atmosphere, The indefatigable twitching of my uncannily exploring eyelids; made me realize; that I wanted to fervently discover every beautifully twinkling cranny of this wonderful Universe; infinite births even after my veritable death, The relentlessly ricocheting echoes in the gorge; made me realize; that the inferno of hidden desires in me; was tumultuously urging to fulminate into wisps of magical togetherness, The poignantly crimson color of my blood; made me

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realize; that there was irrefutably only one religion in the entire planet; and that was the religion of priceless humanity, The titillating whispers of the tranquil tree leaves around; made me realize; that each pore of my indigently trembling skin; wanted to be compassionately caressed by unfathomable reservoirs of truth; and sparkling righteousness, The gloriously piquant that wafted down my surrendering nostrils; made me realize; that life was the most enlightening endowment upon every living being; the harmoniously sacred mantra to bond with the Almighty Divine, And the intransigently throbbing beats of my passionate heart; made me realize; that there I had fallen in love; bonding more invincibly with its heavenly swirl; as each second unveiled into a civilization of newness; as each moment brought alongwith it the perpetual blessings; of the Almighty Lord…. _____________________________________________________________

WHEN SHE ABANDONED ME There was a time when she had just come into my life like thunderbolts of white lightening; igniting each pore my penuriously famished skin; with infernos of insatiably burgeoning desire, While today when she abandoned me; I felt worse than a frigidly dying matchstick; with all scarlet blood in my veins now metamorphosing into trash more insipidly worthless; than the stinking gutters….. There was a time when she had just come into my life like a garden of bountifully blossoming roses; melodiously enlightening each element of my impoverished existence; with a fountain of ebulliently rhapsodic scent, While today when she abandoned me; even the most infinitesimal trace of my voice froze in the center of my throat; as I felt every possible devil in this treacherous world; ruthlessly lambasting into bizarre submission; till times even beyond my grave….. There was a time when she had just come into my life like an ecstatically frolicking butterfly; triggering me to philander for times immemorial; through clouds of seductively unparalleled mysticism, While today when she abandoned me; each iota of my

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh bedazzling sight transformed into an entrenchment of ghastly blindness; rendering me utterly hopeless and devastated; amidst the pack of savagely blood sucking wolves….. There was a time when she had just come into my life like a boisterously golden bee; deluging even the most diminutive step that I took; with timelessly perennial sweetness, While today when she abandoned me; all my Herculean resilience converted into an orphaned puddle of cowardice; as I trembled in uncontrollable disbelief at even the most capricious wavering of my shadow….. There was a time when she had just come into my life like an Omnipotent angel; celestially maneuvering each aspect of my manipulative existence; towards the path of irrefutably sacrosanct righteousness, While today when she abandoned me; I found myself being pulverized more and more brutally as the Sun rose in the sky; with even the satanic vultures refraining to caress; my abhorrently decaying skeleton….. There was a time when she had just come into my life like a cloud of insurmountably blissful fantasy; engendering me to unrelentingly romanticize all spell binding goodness; on this colossal planet, While today when she abandoned me; every ingredient of my visage abnegated even the slightest of desire to survive; as I surrendered myself wholeheartedly; to the lap of murderously penalizing hell….. There was a time when she had just come into my life like a vivaciously tantalizing peacock; fabulously rousing me from my reverie; like a titillating mirage of pristinely nubile beauty, While today when she abandoned me; the lines of poignant destiny abruptly vanished from my indigent palms; as I meaninglessly groped through a dungeon of traumatizing darkness; like a ghost without head or majestic feet….. There was a time when she had just come into my life like a heavenly mist of passionately enchanting breath; granting me the tenacity to unflinchingly live; and ensure that my comrades existed in harmoniously symbiotic happiness, While today when she abandoned me; even the most remotest trace of life from my lungs raced infinite feet beneath my veritable grave; with my carcass being grotesquely kicked by all passing by; at rampant will….. And there was a time when she had just come into my life like an immortal spell of love; making my heartbeats the richest on this aristocratic Universe; as she unconquerably bonded her benign spirit with wandering existence,

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While today when she abandoned me; I relentlessly cursed my survival to be the most insidious burden on planet earth; eventually slashing my nerves indiscriminately; to die and perhaps savor those few minutes of her love; once again in the next birth…..

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CAPABLE OF DOING Perched in morbid silence upon its nest; made it feel that it was a horrendous piece of obliterated shit; decaying in the dungeons of malicious boredom, While the regale eagle realized what it was magnificently capable of doing; only when it spread its majestic wings a profound throttle; and ecstatically surged forward in fathomless puffs of; vibrantly exhilarating sky….. Lazing languidly in its cavern of forlorn darkness; made it feel that it was an inconspicuous mosquito; being ominously devoured by the unsparingly asphyxiating atmosphere around, While the royal lion realized what it was unassailably capable of doing; only when it spread its thunderously furry legs; majestically sprinted in the boundless expanse of the mystical forests; reigning supreme for times immemorial….. Sulking miserably in its hive of disdainfully sticky mucus; made it feel that it like existing infinite feet beneath its grave; although it still possessed perfectly glorious life, While the aristocratic bee realized what it was melodiously capable of doing; only when it unveiled its vivaciously resplendent wings a marvelous blossom; ecstatically hummed and buzzed on the heavenly rose; as the Sun bestowed its bountifully golden rays…. Pathetically camouflaged behind the entrenchment of frigidly soggy clouds; made it feel the most diminutively impoverished entity on earth alive; though it was the nearest to the Almighty lord from all sides, While the Omnipotent Sun realized what it was celestially capable of doing; only when it unraveled its unconquerably scintillating artistry to the most stupendous fullest; profusely deluging even the most

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh infinitesimally obscure cranny of this gigantic Universe; with spell binding hope and optimistic shine…. Lugubriously slithering on the nonchalantly reticent iceberg and cursing its tyrannized past; made it feel as if a singleton globule of insipid water was enough to brutally drown it towards its ungainly doom, While the gladiator shark realized what it was resurgently capable of doing; only when it euphorically propelled forward like white lightening through the ravishingly choppy waters; unrelentingly exploring the mysticism of the tantalizingly poignant sea….. Surreptitiously hiding behind the sequestering mountains; made him feel like a pancake of ludicrous nothingness; although he had the flag of his sacrosanct country in his hands, While the patriotic soldier realized what he was fearlessly capable of doing; only when he unflinchingly entered the heart of the battlefield with insatiable fires igniting his eyes; as he relinquished even the last of his breath; for immortalizing the glory of his divine motherland…. Rotting in the despicably delinquent dungeons; made it feel as if it was the poorest chunk of neglected garbage; parsimoniously alive, While the enamoring cistern of diamonds realized what they were pricelessly capable of doing; only when they sprang up in harmonious unison of holistic earth; marvelously enlightening the complexion of the ghastly night; with unequivocally pristine light….. Imprisoned in realms of rigidly disgusting silence; made it feel as if was an inexplicably wavering orphan; staggering into discordant incoherence as every instant unleashed into a wholesome minute, While the enchanting voice realized what it was exotically capable of doing; only when it uninhibitedly bounced out of the throat; bloomingly perpetuating every ingredient of the disastrously dull ambience; with sounds of cheer and astounding solidarity…. And gruesomely incarcerated within the chest and boundaries of the conventionally lambasting society; made it feel as if it were an insidious robot being vindictively controlled every second; by reigns of bizarrely barbaric manipulation, While the unconquerable heart realized what it was blissfully capable of doing; only when it ecstatically leaped out of the chest; immortally uniting each of its resplendently passionate beats with eternal love; love and only priceless love….

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INVALUABLE BLOOD Placid streams of blood trickled down my nape, forming crisscross patterns; like slithering reptiles, I had accidentally brushed against a protuberant nail, smilingly bore the aftermath of crimson blood staining crisp arenas of my cotton shirt. Volatile springs of blood spewed from my ribs, as I bore the savage onslaught of multitudinal knives, producing sinister fountains of unseething agony, subjecting my tender skin to a plethora of ghastly bruise, I stood unperturbed; enthralled by the iridescent light of the moon, uttering inaudibly soft groans beneath cabin covers of my breath. Segregated globules of blood cascaded down my bohemian hands, trespassing subtle barriers of blond hair emanating from my flesh, as cluster of sea blue leech sucked cupidly; from the hollow of my arm, I sordidly stood my ground; bearing tumultuous waves of agony, grimacing my teeth like a mansion with reinforced glass. Rollicking blades of the ceiling fan, plucked splinters from my bone, as the contraption fell in full speed on my persona, there was an canal of blood that oozed from my lips, with an unrelenting flow of septic body fluids, I still refrained from submerging my eye in tears, burying my head deep within crustacean sands of earth. I then witnessed them battering her with boomerangs of serrated metal, dismantling hair on her scalp with their plagued hands, slapping her cheek with a volley of abuse, with faint rivulets of invaluable blood drooling down her luscious lips, I couldn’t bear it any longer; the endurance in me dying a stifled death, as I leapt in vehement indignation towards the bunch of miscreants; and for the first time cried.

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

THE WANDERING NOSE When I rubbed my nose in finely crushed extract of green chili, fumes of opalescent white gas emanated in quick successions from my nostril. When I submerged my nose partially in freshly moistened earth, the exotic scent of mud sent waves in my brain catapulting to dizzy heights. As I pressed my nose against slender slices of piquant garlic, obnoxious shivers ran at electric speeds down my spine. After caressing my nose with the chrome steel tip of the perfume bottle, a host of frivolous desires crept wildly through my persona. When I kneaded my nose through a heap of glittering gold, ostentatious feelings of opulence flooded penurious zones of my heart. As I kissed my nose in the rotten pulp of decaying mango, an ocean of sheer abhorrence descended down my soul. When I poked my nose in a dense camouflage of brilliant rose petal, the mesmerizing fragrance of the flower held me captive for hours on the trot. When I held my nose in proximity with paltry pinches of pungent pepper, iterative bouts of sneezing exhausted all energy trapped in my chest. As I opened orifices in my nose to inhale clouds of disdainful black smoke, twin pairs of my eyes started to water emphatically. And when I dipped my nose in precious blood oozing from my beloved, a cluster of olfactory nerves got nostalgically revived, I felt besieged by the overwhelming power of devotion, was ready to relinquish all that was essential in order to sustain our love.

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FANTASTIC BEGINNING Currently your eyes were just eyes; casting their impeccable blacks and whites to the very places they liked, While I was waiting for the moment; when they would ooze poignant globules of empathy; candidly divulge the mysticism hidden in their softness; under the glistening effulgence of the Sun… Currently your lips were just lips; tightly pursing every now and then; whenever you were entrenched with bouts of utter frustration, While I was waiting for the moment; when they were besieged with a stupendously charismatic smile; enlightening the pathetically morbid atmosphere; with the ingratiating aura that they possessed… Currently your cheeks were just cheeks; scowling a trifle; as beads of perspiration and a battalion of flies buzzed incongruously against their rotund periphery, While I was waiting for the moment; when they profusely blushed; triggering untamed mountains of sensuous flames; in the bewitching dreariness of the night…. Currently your hair were just hair; miserably incarcerated beneath a deluge of monotonous ribbon and stringent braids, While I was waiting for the moment; when they swept ravishingly with the brazen winds; landed on my flesh; to transit me into a spell of tantalizing delight… Currently your belly was just a belly; contentedly snoozing as your consumed the fraternity of food; which tingled your tongue the most, While I was waiting for the moment; when it gyrated full throttle under the pearly moonshine; raving me like a shooting star from my den; boundless feet beneath the ghastly grave… Currently your hands were just hands; lying in timid unison on soil; as the Sun silently transcended over the horizons, While I was waiting for the moment; when your royal fingers united together in splendid harmony; making me soar like an impregnable bird over the land of infinite infinity… Currently your voice was just a voice; rhythmically rising and falling in the air; as you inevitably unleashed the chords of your dwindling throat, While I was waiting for the moment; when you sung the song lingering deep in your soul; inundating my baselessly hopeless life; with the tenacity to exist beyond my time… Currently your footsteps were just footsteps; nimbly

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh caressing the mud as you sloppily commenced your journey; to search for indispensable fodder for your life, While I was waiting for that moment; when you philandered barefoot through the rhapsodically romantic hills; splashed your divinely countenance in water; freshly tumbling from the carpets of blue sky… Currently your life was just a life; unveiling lackadaisically with the fading times; trudging pathetically through a land which was sinking with the gloomy second, While I was waiting for that moment; when it blissfully blossomed into a perpetual relationship; exultating in the full fledged flavor of celestial existence… And Currently your heart was just a heart; palpitating to the tunes of survival; as you aimlessly groped into a tunnel of gruesome blackness; while the rest of the world marched outside, While I was waiting for the moment; when your sacred chest immortally radiated the beats of love; bonded with the person it yearned for and cherished; galloping towards the rays of a fantastic beginning…. _____________________________________________________________

THE BEST LOVER Your eyes made me the best poet in this Universe; penning down unsurpassable lines of mystical verse; profoundly lost in the tunnel of their majestic enchantment, Your cheeks made me the best artist in this Universe; sketching the mesmerizing outlines of your shadow as you royally walked, Your hair made me the best dancer in this Universe; gyrating enigmatically under the milky moon as they swished; drowning myself profusely in the exuberant energy that radiated from their countenance, Your eyelashes made me the best sculptor in this Universe; molding ingratiating magic out of threadbare bits of clay; capturing the beauty of the wind in my myriad of vivacious shapes, Your lips made me the best musician on this Universe; diffusing an incomprehensible battalion of melodious tunes; wholesomely drifting with the divinely aura lingering around your demeanor,

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Your scent made me the best Doctor on this Universe; efficaciously treating the most heinous of disease with nonchalant ease; instilling in me insurmountable fortitude to rise upto every occasion of life, Your fingers made me the best magician on this Universe; as I cast my astounding spell on every entity who encountered me in my way; tumultuously inspired by your magnetic senses, Your palms made me the best astrologer on this Universe; prognosticating the most inconspicuous of disaster likely to happen; remembering the rhapsodically tinkling sound of your footsteps, Your leap made me the best athlete in this Universe; exploring every corner of the planet; with untamed euphoria engulfing the most remotest corner of my dreary bones, Your speech made the best philosopher in this Universe; advocating the most sacrosanct ideologies of humanity; blending with the uninhibited philanthropism which flowed handsomely from your visage, Your tenacity made me the best devotee in this Universe; supremely realizing the irrefutably invincible results of conviction in the inner self, Your charisma made me the best achiever on this Universe; rising from a traumatized mountain of ashes; each time I tripped like a pack of devastated cards on obdurate ground, Your soul made the best scholar on this Universe; disseminating all that I had imbibed since the first cry of nascent birth; to the most obsoletely neglected parts of this colossal earth, Your stride made me the best conqueror on this Universe; marching unrelentingly with an unflinching glimmer in my eyes; to keep escalating even after the absolute summit of success, Your spirit of unity made me the best humanitarian on this Universe; embracing even the most alien around me; as my revered garland of brothers and sisters, Your smile made me the best optimist on this Universe; incinerating a sky of dazzling light; in the midst of satanically savage and despairing darkness, Your conscience made me the most truthful being on this Universe; relinquishing the tiniest trace of evil; drifting into a paradise of impeccable righteousness, Your breath made me the best person existing alive on this Universe; having the astronomical resilience to take birth an infinite times; till the time I metamorphosed my dreams as well as those of my mates; into an immortal reality, And your heart made me the best lover on this Universe; bonding with the threads of perpetual belonging; riding and sharing the wave of ebulliently

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh swirling passion; in every form; that I took birth again and again and again…

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NEUTRAL Neither did she grin flirtatiously towards my countenance; winking at me intermittently to let her playful intentions known, Nor did she scowl in utter disdain witnessing my facial contours; shrugging me off like a baseless mountain of matchstick…. Neither did she languish in the astoundingly seductive scent that wafted from my arms; clinging passionately to my shivering persona, Nor did she kick me ruthlessly with her feet; prosecuting me to ash like an ungainly trespasser… Neither did she appreciate the tunes that I melodiously sung in the dolorous atmosphere; nodding her head in the cadence of the alluring sound, Nor did she push me off guard; hurtling me down the treacherously truculent slope of the deep valley… Neither did she stare at me as the Sun unveiled magnificently from behind the horizons; absorbing my untamed passion in her eyelashes, Nor did she cast an overwhelmingly cold shoulder as she lingered beside me; making me wholesomely disappear in the cloud of dust which emanated when she kicked… Neither did she empathize with the agony that poured from my eyes; the whirlwind of inexplicable desire that engulfed my demeanor all night and day, Nor did she tell her pet to lick the tears that lay disheveled on my shadow; strangulating the breath out of me with her dingy broomstick… Neither did she realize the unprecedented river of infatuation that besieged my blood; the fulminating volcano of attraction that I harbored for her every unleashing instant, Nor did she neglect me like paint miserably peeling from the walls; battering me into realms of absolute submission… Neither did she ever caress me with her nails; never understanding how much I wanted to hear her whisper in my ardent ears, Nor did she discard me in the very instance she sighted my rubicund lips; shunting me perpetually from

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the tiniest iota of her ingenious memory… Neither did she bond with the beats of my turbulently pulsating heart; exploring its unfathomable dormitories of love; which wanted to be solely her slave, Nor did she ever divulge any hatred for my diminutive stature on this boundless planet; burying me infinite feet under my corpse; when I was blissfully breathing and alive… And neither did she love me till the time I existed; not comprehending the compassion in my soul to be reborn a countless times; for being immortally hers, And nor did she possess any intention to kill me like an pertinently irascible mosquito; nor did she want that I left mother earth in an incredulous hurry…. Its definitely startling; but true; God had made several relationships like ours which were NEUTRAL; yet unique relationships bonded by invincible threads of humanity…. _____________________________________________________________

THE SPEARHEAD OF LOVE As much as it overwhelmingly separates, It bonds you immortally beyond the most passionate realms of your enchanting imagination…. As much as it rises like a fulminating volcano; infinite kilometers above the clouds, It uninhibitedly embraces even the most impoverished of entity; enlightening the gloomy corridors of desperation with its glorious festoon of optimistic rays… As much as it pacifies like white ice; to the most ultimate of the hearts content, It ignites untamed infernos of turbulent desire; metamorphosing pathetically dwindling souls; into entities with an infinite lives… As much as it absorbs the overwhelmingly poignant emotion lingering in the atmosphere, It disseminates the spirit of friendship; indefatigably all across the surface of this fathomless planet… As much as it strikes inexplicably like torrential downpours of vivacious lava, It promises you a life more blissful than the divine; fortifying its foundations of benevolent humanity

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh astoundingly by the unveiling minute… As much as it makes room for every conceivable fantasy to circulate intriguingly in the mind, It harnesses your every goal into a perpetual reality; catapulting you to the most astronomical summit of scintillating success… As much as it perseveres unrelentingly all night and each instant of the uncouthly sweltering day, It transits you into a land of stupendous care and empathy; a paradise where you experience the most enthralling ingredients of a complete life… As much as it tantalizes the most pragmatic beyond the dormitories of sagacious control, It makes you believe in every step you take; propelling you to intrepidly defend the unsurpassable battalion of obstacles that confronted you; insidiously in your way…. As much as it bequeaths upon you a tenacity of having wholesomely led countless lives, It takes you back to the first cry of your infantile life; making you bounce rhapsodically in the sacrosanct lap of your mother… And as much as it melts you in the enigmatic trail of profusely charismatic seduction, It unites you with every tangible and intangible element on this gigantic earth; granting you the ultimate status of being addressed as a human; granting you the right to love; to being loved; and being possessed by it; THE SPEARHEAD OF LOVE…

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ROYALLY ALIVE The rays of flamboyant Sun; sizzle me beyond the threshold of ultimate ecstasy, The rays of the resplendent stars; reinvigorate my dolorously dreary night with stupendous charm and vibrant twinkles, The rays of untamed desire; trigger me to insatiably dream; transcending the boundless realms of enigmatic eternity, The rays of the milky moon; catapult me into a land of tumultuous jubilation; where I romance in waves of ebullient frolic,

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The rays of profuse nostalgia; transit me into realms of impeccable childhood; where I bounce with uninhibited mischief; in the sacrosanct lap of my mother, The rays of tantalizing beauty; make me indefatigably feel that I was in incredulously enchanting paradise; blending blissfully with the divine, The rays of irrefutable honesty; lead me to intransigently believe that there were still humans existing in today’s blood sucking world, The rays of lecherous bloodshed; make me feel like relinquishing every iota of what I had assimilated till today; whiling life in perpetual recluse; away from man’s cannibalistically stinking world, The rays of mystical enigma; propel me to ponder upon the most inexplicable of ingredients; blended exotically with the atmosphere, The rays of voluptuous rhapsody; maneuver the most intricate of my senses across the most fathomless continents of poignantly escalating passion, The rays of celestial peace; make me handsomely oblivious to the insurmountable battalion of manipulation; unveiling in torrential cloudbursts every succeeding minute, The rays of invincible friendship; make me feel more fortified than the most Herculean of fortress; projecting from this planet, The rays of wholesome freedom; foment me miraculously to realize that I was leading my life to the fullest; basking in the melodious glory of the wind to the ultimate of its capacity, The rays of illegitimate discrimination; make me feel as if I was transgressing full throttle in the dormitories of hell; although I was still replete with robust energy and breathing alive, The rays of ambition; inundated my persona with whirlpools of overwhelming desire to excel; achieve the most acrimoniously persevering goals; with an unstinted pride in my eyes, The rays of heavenly wisdom; stimulated an unsurpassable myriad of benevolence in my mind; drifting me towards the summit of inevitable realization, The rays of salaciously guilty conscience; make me crumble down like an edifice of brittle cards; although I possessed the entire wealth on this boundless globe, The rays of betrayal; make each breath of mine overwhelmed with a billion pugnacious knives; uncouthly asphyxiating traces of my serene existence, The rays of philanthropic unity; grant me the Omnipotent tenacity of leading an infinite lives more; in this solitarily single lifetime of mine,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh And the rays which emanated from your majestic eyes; make me feel that I was in everlasting love; make me feel that I was stronger than any entity on this earth and royally alive…

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I MISSED YOU There were no tears left in my eyes; wholesomely extricated of the last iota of moisture engulfing the impeccable whites, There was no sweat left in my arms; horrendously withering towards the whirlpool of absolute extinction, There were no emotions left in my blood; with its profusely scarlet shades metamorphosing into a lifeless slurry of dolorously colorless water, There were no dreams left in my mind; preposterously relinquishing its most minuscule reservoir of memory forever, There was no ambition left in my senses; miserably succumbing to the most infinitesimal matchstick of soggy dirt that encountered them in their way, There was no color left in my lips; crumbling pathetically like avalanches of insipid ash; at the slightest of nonchalant caress, There was no euphoria left in my veins; wavering like ludicrous threads in the atmosphere; into a well of deplorable renunciation, There were no tunes left in my throat; drearily blending with the abysmally barren desert sands; sinking every tangible entity in the treachery of their belly, There was no passion left in my footsteps; sounding more capricious than the nimble fleeted ant; entirely disappearing beyond the horizons of oblivion even before they were born, There was no tenacity left in my bones; transiting into frigidly squelched pulp; as the first droplet of rain cascaded from the sky, There was no mysticism left in my shadow; sprawling like a cloud of nondescript chalk; burying itself infinite kilometers beneath the soil at the most frugal insinuation of darkness,

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There was no charisma left in my speech; with all the whispers diffusing from my mouth; sounding worse than the squeak of an imprisoned mouse, There was no rhapsody left in my actions; with each shoulder I advanced towards the sky; entrenching me perpetually in an overwhelmingly hostile arcade of venomous thorns, There was no mischief left in my cheeks; with each dimple forming; invidiously dragging me towards the sinister island of tyrannical hell, There was no semblance left in my persona; as I insanely stuttered towards the island of miserable doom; racing like an untamed warship towards the corridors of self extinction, There was no inspiration left in my existence; as I collapsed like a pack of ignominious cards to blend with derogatory soil; even under the most flamboyantly sweltering sunshine, There was no breath left in my nose; perennially annihilating every sign of life from the inner most rudiments of my disastrously mocking caricature, And there were no beats left in my heart; as it coalesced profoundly with its grave; trudging survival like a lackluster leaf without the remotest trace of vivacity, As I missed you more than clouds miss this earth O! enchanting Beloved; and although I trespassed every unveiling minute like a ghost with contemporary flesh and bone; my soul had united with yours O! Beloved; would immortally remain yours forever whether you slept for centuries unprecedented; or took birth as an infant once again…

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HEAVEN AS WELL AS HELL I was ready to bathe in a tumultuous whirlpool of tears; perpetually drowning myself in an ocean of inexplicable sorrow, For just an inconspicuous smile of yours; a single cheer that rhapsodically enveloped your rubicund lips… I was ready to puncture my eyes with the most acrimoniously deadly needles; spending my boundless lifetimes in a blanket of macabre darkness, For just a single twinkle in your enchantingly exotic

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh eyes; the glimmer of ravishing fantasy that lingered profusely in the flutter of your mystical eyelashes… I was ready to lie on a blistering corpse of a million raving coals; wither to infinitesimal fragments of a solitary bone, For just a single leap of yours towards the unsurpassable cocoon of blue sky; a wave of vivacious enthusiasm radiating from each corner of your bountiful skin… I was ready to plunge head on into a valley of incomprehensible silence; with the winds of diabolical trauma consuming the intricate insides of my body like fireballs of untamed despair, For just a single whisper which emanated from the realms of your spell binding throat; pacifying all murderous catharsis which fulminated at the most ephemeral crack of mayhem… I was ready to starve till times beyond eternity; rot and dwindle pathetically like a leaf without its veins; at the tiniest draught of wind, For just a single dream that floated majestically in your mind; the glow of insurmountable celestial contentment that profoundly besieged each contour of your divinely face… I was ready to beg on the streets for times immemorial; lick the dust on the road till the last trace of my tongue disappeared into non-existent wisps of obsolete oblivion, For just a single ambition of yours; the fathomless repertoire of riches you always desired kissing the periphery of your heavenly feet…. I was ready to shun all activity in this Universe; deaf my senses to the most enticingly jubilating sounds, For just a single impression of your magnanimously mystifying persona; the inexorably fulfilling shadow which encompassed your Omnipresent form…. I was ready to transgress all my life on bedsheets of smoldering thorns; invite an unending festoon of leech to suck the last drop of blood from within the conglomerate of my veins, For just a single droplet of your golden perspiration; the poignant volcano of untamed passion which inundated your soul… And I was ready to die an unimaginable number of deaths; surrender myself wholeheartedly into the lap of extinction before I diffused the first cry of palpable birth, For just a single life of yours; the torrential downpour of immortal love which culminated from each pore of your visage; which made me feel exuberantly alive; both in HEAVEN AS WELL AS HELL…

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EVERY HEART WANTED TO BATHE Every shark wanted to bathe in the gloriously undulating sea; with the profusely tangy waves catapulting it into a land of tantalizing rhapsody, Every duck wanted to bathe in a pond of tranquil ripples; let the serenity of the resplendent stars cast a spell on its lonely night, Every petal wanted to bathe in a blanket of dew drops; let the stupendously ravishing stream; overwhelmingly pacify its frazzled senses, Every desert wanted to bathe in cloudbursts of rain; the titillating globules of liquid blissfully penetrating through its sheath of tyrannically traumatized agony, Every shoe wanted to bathe in pools of stringent carbolic; ordering the pungent foam to extricate from it; the last iota of dust and disdainful grime, Every dwelling wanted to bathe in whirlpools of fresh paint; rejuvenating its dolorously dilapidated exteriors with vivacious coats of nascent paint, Every patient wanted to bathe in rivers of potent antiseptic; massacre the germs of inexplicable disease from their very roots; to blossom once again into rays of optimistic happiness, Every cuckoo wanted to bathe in the winds of ephemeral dawn; wholesomely propelling it to emanate melody from the inner most recesses of its chest, Every seed wanted to bathe in bedsheets of soil; nourishing and harnessing it to evolve into a majestically handsome planet, Every oyster wanted to bathe in festoons of shimmering pearls; bask in the incredulously magnificent aura of royalty for centuries immemorial, Every dungeon wanted to bathe in despondently solitary darkness; the tornado of gloomy black drowning it into the cavern of inexplicable mysticism, Every nose wanted to bathe in a maelstrom of fascinating perfume; letting the heavenly redolence tickle its tunnels beyond the realms of mesmerizing paradise, Every beggar wanted to bathe in torrential downpours of opulent gold coin; let the glitter of indispensable fodder enlighten his forlorn paths of bizarre starvation, Every bee wanted to bathe in cascades of wonderfully golden honey; rambunctiously humming its flurry of animated tunes till the sun slipped gorgeously behind the horizons, Every mouse wanted to bathe in a mirage of tangy cheese; let the mountain of salubriously robust

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh energy; profoundly reinvigorate it to unfathomable dimensions beyond the cosmos, Every mosquito wanted to bathe in fountains of macabre blood; feasting its famished intestines to everlasting boundaries of blissful contentment, Every brain wanted to bathe in voluptuous fantasy; tingle the chords of unprecedented imagination a fathomless times; even after the dormitories of infinite infinity, Every Sunday wanted to bathe in mists of uninhibited freedom; let the exhilarating spirit of holiday take complete control, Every soul wanted to bathe in the island of immortality; cast the spell of its perennial existence on each entity it supremely revered, And every heart wanted to bathe in breaths of its beloved; remain incarcerated forever in the entrenchment of sacrosanct empathy; which granted it a right to throb; which granted it a right to perpetually survive… _____________________________________________________________

HEARTBEAT Honest and Heartfelt, Passionate and Princely, Immaculate and Innocent, Flamboyant and Fantastic, Surreal and Soothing, Voluptuous and Victorious, Bonding and Benevolent, Gregarious and Gallivanting, Marvelous and Mitigating, Alluring and Alleviating, Wholesome and Wonderful, Triumphant and Trustworthy, Truthful and Tangy, Adorning and Adorable, Rejuvenating and Rhapsodic, Ingratiating and Immaculate, Incarcerating and Illustrious, Picturesque and Phlegmatic, Congenial and Charismatic, Seductive and Sedating, Playful and Profuse, Dynamic and Delectable, Colorful and Culminating,

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Blistering and Benign, Beautiful and Believing, Nostalgic and Naughty, Emphatic and Ecclesiastical, Eloquent and Enduring, Mystical and Majestic, Handsome and Honorable, Insatiable and Incredulous, Enchanting and Enormous, Sweet and Smiling, Tantalizing and Tumultuous, Vibrant and Vivacious, Prudent and Piquant, Fortified and Fulminating, Pleasant and Perspicacious, Sagacious and Sacrosanct, Placating and Philanthropic, Pulsating and Palpitating, Intricate and Indispensable, Swanky and Serene, Continuous and Camaraderie, Infinite and Inexplicable, Affable and Astronomical, Gigantic and Genial, Sensational and Solemn, Definite and Delightful, Real and Regale, Euphoric and Exultating, Brilliant and Bountiful, Redolent and Ravishing, Titillating and Transcending, Undulating and Unveiling, Shy and Scintillating, Volatile and Vespered, Rampant and Remembering, Friendly and Flirtatious, Grandiloquent and Generous, Steaming and Subtle, Leading and Lascivious, Laudable and Loving, Intimate and Illuminating, Altruistic and Airborne, Enticing and Exotic, Zany and Zealous, Ardent and Automatic, Fervent and Flourishing, Blazing and Blossoming, Auspicious and Absorbing, Stimulating and Sensuous, Ultimate and Utopia, Penetrating and Puristic, Holistic and Hundred, Cute and Celestial,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh Crisp and Cumulative, Pungent and Peaceful, Eclectic and Esoteric, Quintessential and Quivering, Unrelenting and Unfazed, Daunting and Dancing, Chirpy and Chivalrous, Flaming and Fulsome, Scholarly and Stylish, Sedulous and Salient, Golden and Glamorous, Magnificent and Maneuverable, Loquacious and Levitating, Singing and Salty, Invincible and Inducing, Immortal and Imminent, Divinely and Devotional, Appetizing and Aboriginal, Rudimentary and Rustic, Silken and Salubrious, Courageous and Cascading, Living and Lightening, Evolving and Eternal, Was the tiny little and Godly Heartbeat….

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LOVING YOU MORE IMMORTALLY He looked salaciously at your eyes; pondering on umpteenth ways to extricate the last iota of moisture, While I glimpsed at them; to get wholesomely absorbed in the golden stream of profuse empathy that cascaded down your cheek… He looked at your flesh; fervently desiring to be torturously tempted into a whirlpool of unending seduction, While I glimpsed it; insatiably wanting to become an irrevocably integral constituent of your blood… He kept you in his dwelling; to tantalize himself beyond the realms of unprecedented desire; manifesting his heinous intents into an optimum reality, While I incarcerated you perpetually within the corridors of my moist breath; making sure that you frolicked till eternity in the land of resplendent stars…. He sketched you to assimilate all the millions that

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lay buried on this fathomless continent; utilizing your divinely smile to unsurpassable advantage, While I drowned myself perennially in your sacrosanct shadow; becoming entirely oblivious to the contours of my own body in the swirl of your mystical enchantment…. He fed you with meals all throughout the day; so that you pacified the most infinitesimal of his demand; executed his midnight chores; to save him from the tyranny of the sinister night, While I encapsulated your majestic countenance like an invincible fortress from all sides; ensuring that you nestled in celestial bliss for countless more births to unveil… He forced you to tickle him torrentially as every minute unfurled; bouncing in untamed euphoria as you haplessly squirmed towards the ground, While I always made it intransigently sure to adhere to the most extreme silhouettes of your lips; be the sole reason of your every compassionate smile… He invidiously used you as an ingenious key to unveil the most formidable of lock; twisting you till the times your soul had no tears to cry, While I was the passionate set of lines which evolved freshly on your palms; each time you clenched your impeccable fists to rise above the meadow of macabre blackness… He manipulated your life like a frigid matchstick; lighting and extinguishing it hideously to enlighten his times of disdainful remorse, While I pledged to the Creator to give me an infinite deaths; to make each life of yours a marvelously glorious paradise… And he was one of those devils who loved you only for your flurry of grandiloquent riches; wanting to transiently taste the beauty the lord had endowed you with, While I was there present every instant in your heart; loving you more immortally than any entity in heaven or earth; with each of your unleashing beats… _____________________________________________________________

I RESIDED I didn’t miss your majestic eyes the slightest; didn’t even think an inconspicuous trifle about their voluptuous charm, I resided in their grandiloquent glory instead; floating in their poignant passion since centuries

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh immemorial…. I didn’t miss your seductive lips the slightest; didn’t even think an inconspicuous trifle about their passionately rubicund mellow, I resided in their enigmatic smiles instead; compassionately caressing their periphery every unfurling minute of the day…. I didn’t miss your ravishing hair the slightest; didn’t even think an inconspicuous trifle about their silken glory, I resided in their trail of incomprehensible fascination instead; blossoming into exuberant newness as you swished them towards the flaming Sun….. I didn’t miss your enchanting skin the slightest; didn’t even think an inconspicuous trifle about its mesmerizing beauty, I resided in its brilliantly ebullient streaks instead; getting tickled like an innocuous fairy each time you traced it with your nails…. I didn't miss your emphatic memory the slightest; didn't even think an inconspicuous trifle about your incredulously charismatic presence; which captivated even the God's, I resided in your island of exotic dreams instead; invincibly conquering every barricade on this planet; each time you tossed like a freshly married bride; on the golden mattress.... I didn’t miss your mystical shadow the slightest; didn’t even think an inconspicuous trifle about its profound shimmering, I resided in its satiny movement instead; dreaming beyond the ultimate paradise created by God; each time you bounced under the resplendent blanket of stars… I didn’t miss your robust complexioned palms the slightest; didn’t even think an inconspicuous trifle about their magnetic touch, I resided in their labyrinth of profusely enamoring lines instead; unflinchingly propelling forward as each chapter of your destiny; fabulously unleashed…. I didn’t miss your ingratiatingly benevolent voice the slightest; didn’t even think an inconspicuous trifle about its cadence which soared like an untamed seductress towards the cocoon of blue clouds, I resided in its oligarchic origin instead; fulminating like a whirlwind of fresh emotions; each instance you opened your divinely mouth…. I didn’t miss your philanthropically throbbing heart the slightest; didn’t even think an inconspicuous trifle about the melodious rhythm it intransigently obeyed all day and night, I resided in its unrelentingly poignant volley of

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beats instead; basking in the cavern of immortal love; for infinite more births of mine…. And I didn’t miss your stupendously fascinating life the slightest; didn’t even think an inconspicuous trifle about the valley of extraordinary adventure it plunged into every unfurling moment; bestowed upon it by the Almighty Lord, I resided in its gloriously triumphant set of breaths; traversing incessantly through the innermost corner of your chest and soul; till the time you lived this life; and took birth for countless more lives to come…

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IRREFUTABLY PRICELESS The earrings which she adorned came at a price; but her voluptuously dangling earlobes; were irrefutably priceless, The mascara which she had so scrupulously painted came at a price; but her enchantingly intriguing eyelids; were irrefutably priceless, The anklets which she wore came at a price; but her courageously intricate feet; were irrefutably priceless, The lipstick which she decorated her lips with came at a price; but her celestially exuberant smile; was irrefutably priceless, The scent which she applied to her armpits came at a price; but her river of exotically golden perspiration; was irrefutably priceless, The color which she meticulously embossed on her nails came at a price; but her daintily impeccable fingers; were irrefutably priceless, The car in which she traversed came at a price; but her ingratiatingly magnanimous shadow; was irrefutably priceless, The morsels of food which she consumed came at a price; but her tantalizingly swishing and flawless stomach; was irrefutably priceless, The novels which she browsed through came at a price; but the melody in her stupendously incarcerating voice; was irrefutably priceless, The mattress on which she slept came at a price; but her fabulously captivating repertoire of dreams; was

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh irrefutably priceless, The binoculars through which she sighted the fathomless beauty of this Universe came at a price; but her poignantly divine stare; was irrefutably priceless, The pen with which she wrote came at a price; but the conglomerate of profusely handsome lines on the back of her palms; were irrefutably priceless, The gallons of contemporary shampoo she used came at a price; but the seductive ensemble of her whispering hair; was irrefutably priceless, The watch she wound on her wrists came at a price; but the cherished moments which she spent with her passionate breath tingling down beside me; were irrefutably priceless, The computer in which she recorded her data came at a price; but the incredulous mountain of conviction in her mind; was irrefutably priceless, The shoes she camouflaged her feet with came at a price; but the innocuously immortal trail which she left on the paths she transgressed; were irrefutably priceless, The sunglasses she encapsulated her eyes with came at a price; but her tears of incomprehensible ecstasy; were irrefutably priceless, The shimmering chain with which she entrenched her neck came at a price; but the philanthropically impeccable boundaries of her soul; were irrefutably priceless, And the clothes she wore to incarcerate her flesh came at a price; but her passionately throbbing heart which harbored nothing else but the spirit of perpetual love; was irrefutably priceless….

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WHEN I NEEDED LOVE When I needed loads of conviction to fight every aspect of monotonous life; I looked into your impeccably righteous eyes, When I needed the exhilaration to surge forward after wee hours of perilous midnight; I fondled your voluptuously ravishing hair, When I needed unrelenting stamina to clamber to the

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ultimate summit of the mountain; I glimpsed at your celestially exuberant smile, When I needed that indispensable rejuvenation to forget my battalion of pragmatic worries; I fondled the rubicund pink of your mesmerizing cheeks, When I needed a tunnel of mysticism to envelop my conscience; I peered profoundly into the lines of your daintily embellished palms, When I needed overwhelming courage to face the hideous hooded devil; I inhaled the divinely breath diffusing compassionately from your nostrils, When I needed the persevering ardor to indefatigably execute my duties; I basked in the glory of your gloriously golden beads of perspiration, When I needed back my moments of nostalgic childhood; I wholesomely blended my impoverished demeanor in the folds of your sacrosanct lap, When I needed the profuse virtue of benevolence to help my shivering fellow beings; I glanced at the immaculate integrity of your magnanimous soul, When I needed the flame of desire to rise in my body; I kissed your enchanting lips till eternity under the resplendent ocean of moonlight, When I needed the Herculean tenacity to trespass over a blanket of thorns; I touched your feet; for the blessings which saw me emerge victorious in each mission I undertook, When I needed that time should tumultuously fly; I concentrated on your lightening fast flurry of mischievous winks, When I needed sleep after struggling for sweltering days on the trot; I absorbed the rhapsodic melody in your voice; that made me snore than the richest of kings, When I needed my devotion to mankind culminate into a full blossom; I clasped your folded hands which prayed incessantly towards the Sun,’ When I needed to forget my departed ones; I bonded your magical countenance tightly with mine; making me wholesomely oblivious to the essence of veritable death and pain, When I needed to impregnate astounding sensitivity in my routine form; I traced the outlines of your ingratiatingly marvelous face, When I needed to lead life to the fullest; I followed your alluring footsteps; which kept boisterously bouncing; irrespective of advancing time and age, When I needed to die and relinquish even the most minuscule draught of air I breathed; I looked at your Omnipotent shadow; which followed me all the way to the heavens, And when I needed immortally love; I bonded with the inner most core of your heart; and it was here that I

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh found a perpetual gift of sharing and care; it was here that I found all the wealth I was so desperately seeking in this miserably manipulative world….

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SADLY WITHOUT ITS BEATS Please let us sing together; flooding the dolorously sultry atmosphere; with the ingratiating passion in our voice, Please let us smile together; enlightening the lives of our dwindling compatriots with optimistic rays of hope, Please let us whistle together; piercing the sullen carpets of air with our boisterously bubbly tunes; spawning new life into the countless; as every instant unveiled, Please let us fantasize together; conceiving the most mesmerizing beauty overwhelming this fathomless Universe; catapulting into a land as enchanting as the divine, Please let us evolve together; procreating our own progeny; so that we contributed our very best towards continuing your cherished chapter of existence, Please let us eat together; appeasing the hunger of our famished stomachs; to transit thereafter into realms of majestically heavenly sleep, Please let us pray together; asking you to alleviate us of our sins committed inadvertently; asking you to bless the entire human race with unfathomable happiness, Please let us mischief together; frolicking in the aisles of innocuous childhood; even after crossing the threshold of manipulative maturity, Please let us run together; accomplishing our mission of saving the planet with invincible grit and determination; bonding our spirit with all those philanthropic; in the true spirit of solidarity, Please let us embrace together; incarcerating our tumultuously rising flames in our body as one; under torrential cloudbursts of rain, Please let us cry together; commiserating wholesomely with our pain; resiliently proliferating from the

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ashes again; to challenge every aspect of acrimoniously treacherous life, Please let us dance together; mystically diffusing our magical incantation in every flower that blossomed under sizzling rays of the Sun, Please let us whisper together; portraying the most innermost feelings of our heart to unprecedented limits beyond the sky; triggering off the marvelously milky night with glory of our untamed romance, Please let us swim together; conquering each diabolically swirling wave with the insurmountable conviction in our bodies; profusely blending with the exuberant spirit of adventure, Please let us sketch together; encapsulating the most stupendously ravishing beauty in this Universe in the barren canvas; that lay delectably on our palms, Please let us drink together; assimilating all the happiness on this boundless planet; toasting the most memorable moments of our lives in the astoundingly silken darkness, Please let us hear together; absorbing the unsurpassable melody in the winds; gyrate beyond corridors of ecstasy for times immemorial, Please let us breathe together; live each moment of existence to its unfathomable fullest; living life higher than the clouds and affording the same for our fellow comrades, And please grant us death together O! Almighty Lord; for if you took one of us away before the other; then of course the heart would definitely continue to live; but sadly without its beats….

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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;

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh 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

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shadow; which had unconquerably become the sole reflection of my soul….

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FOLLOWED When I rampantly sprinted on the profusely snow laden hills; I was perilously followed by monstrous avalanches of ominously freezing and coldblooded; ice, When I merrily philandered through the mystically dense forests; I was diabolically followed by the roar of the satanically treacherous and ravenously furry; lion; When I handsomely sailed in rhapsodic mists of fathomless sky; I was romantically followed by thunderbolts of poignantly crimson and majestic; clouds, When I painstakingly crawled through the heart of the acrimoniously boiling desert; I was truculently followed by whirlwinds of vindictively gusty and brazenly burying; dust, When I exuberantly swam through ravishingly undulating waves of the colossally choppy ocean; I was stealthily followed by a festoon of preposterously eccentric and menacing; white sharks, When I languidly trespassed through the mesmerizing meadows at the onset of transient dusk; I was enigmatically followed by my stupendously lanky and inscrutable; shadow, When I valiantly kissed the soil of my revered motherland; I was patriotically followed by a wave of dynamically unflinching and philanthropic; righteousness, When I uninhibitedly wandered through the corridors of tantalizing paradise; I was magnificently followed by the aroma of vibrantly unending and blissful; seduction, When I ruthlessly trampled my feet in the despicable pig’s den; I was intransigently followed by abominably dilapidated and worthlessly threadbare; stink, When I harmoniously clambered up the resplendently moonlit tree; I was enchantingly followed by the sound of the melodiously marvelous and enthralling;

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh nightingale, When I bounced like an untamed prince in the sacrosanct lap of my mother; I was invincibly followed by the irrefutably honest and everlasting; spirit of immaculate innocence, When I ebulliently rolled through the nectar coated garden of scarlet roses; I was grandiloquently followed by royally unconquerable and poignantly effusive; golden scent, When I embodied boundless lines of benign poetry on barren soil; I was Omnisciently followed by the blessings of the unassailably Omnipotent and supreme; Almighty Lord, When I gloriously flirted with the astoundingly iridescent rainbows in fathomless sky; I was mischievously followed by innocuously heavenly and jubilantly fresh; childhood, When I inadvertently stumbled upon pools of ghastily remorseful blood; I was lecherously followed by salaciously horrific and abhorrent; retribution, When I insidiously loitered through morbidly obsolete boundaries of extinguishing oblivion; I was brutally followed by corpses of devastatingly dithering and maliciously bizarre; stagnation, When I greedily embarked on my expedition with vandalizing hoodlums; I was unforgivingly followed by savage daggerheads of vengefully cruel and indiscriminately heartless; no respite, When I intrepidly marched on the path of perpetual humanity; I was celestially followed by the unequivocally glittering and priceless rays; of eternal mankind, And when I synergistically inhaled air in my lungs to passionately lead life; and even infinite centuries after my veritable death; I was immortally followed by her voluptuously bestowing and wonderfully divine; LOVE…. _____________________________________________________________

EVERY NIGHT OF MINE Without your voluptuously ravishing eyelashes; the majestic unison in which they vivaciously fluttered towards my impoverished countenance, Without your profoundly charismatic lips; the astounding replenishment that they bequeathed upon me; with their marvelous festoon of philanthropic smiles, Without your daintily delectable feet; the mesmerizing

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motivation and patriotism they imparted; as I tread on every acrimoniously withering step, Without your gregariously tantalizing belly; the insurmountable fireball of titillation it generated to each of my devastatingly beleaguered senses, Every morning of mine was no doubt and irrefutably like the Sun; but sadly without its golden ocean of flamboyantly fiery rays…. Without your boisterously bustling stride; the dazzling waves of exuberance which it instilled in my pathetically dwindling demeanor, Without your incredulously enamoring voice; the unfathomable cistern of enchanting melody that it enshrouded every aspect of my shriveled existence with, Without your Omnisciently twinkling eyes; the fathomless galleries of benign inspiration that they impregnated in my hopelessly trembling skin, Without your royally poignant cheeks; the unsurpassable cloudburst of heavenly mischief which they uninhibitedly sprinkled upon my cannibalistically penurious visage, Every afternoon of mine was no doubt and irrefutably like the blazingly sweltering heat; but sadly without the most infinitesimal trace of congenial compassion……. Without your impeccably blissful caress; the impregnable ardor to survive that it marvelously inculcated in every ingredient of my waveringly crimson blood, Without your ravishingly ravenous hair; the silken entrenchment of euphoric paradise that they transited me wholesomely into; every time you swished them towards the sky, Without your intrepidly unflinching voice; the endless island of tumultuous enthrallment that it bestowed upon my nervously frazzled footsteps, Without your fantastically fragrant palms; the vividly versatile entrenchment of enigmatic destiny lines embedded within; which dexterously maneuvered every route of my morbid existence, Every evening of mine was no doubt and irrefutably like the handsomely pink light; but sadly without the tiniest trace of spell binding enthusiasm…. Without your articulately divine fingers; the unendingly aristocratic river of sheer artistry; which they showered upon my manipulatively murderous countenance, Without your insatiably piquant tongue; the candid blend of fantasy and reality that it beautifully

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh disseminated; upon my viciously imploding and malicious form, Without your unassailably priceless breath; the unprecedented tenacity that it blessed upon my insipidly extinguishing body; to exist for a countless more lifetimes, Without your immortally inimitable love; the indefatigably throbbing humanitarian beats of your chest; which unconquerably bonded with my brutally collapsing heart, Every night of mine was no doubt and irrefutably like the resplendently charming Moon; but sadly without the most inconspicuous trace of celestially milky white… _____________________________________________________________

KISSING Kissing the scarlet rose profusely; made me feel as if I was timelessly wandering in bountifully fragrant paradise; wholesomely oblivious to the uncouthly monotonous vagaries of the manipulative world outside, Kissing the undulating waves intransigently; made me feel as if I had transited back into mischievously tangy childhood; with the ravishingly frothy salt marvelously replenishing every iota of my disastrously bedraggled countenance, Kissing the seductive clouds ethereally; made me feel as if I was romancing with the most astoundingly ultimate fantasy of my life; compassionately caressing the winds of grandiloquent majesty; for centuries immemorial, Kissing the robustly gregarious fruits poignantly; made me feel as if I was perennially radiating in the pristine prime of youth; blissfully blossoming into a glittering ocean of untamed energy and exhilarating newness, Kissing the scintillating pearls congenially; made me feel as if I was celestially basking in the glory of profound aristocracy; exquisitely draping each element of my impoverished countenance; with unbelievably enthralling resplendence, Kissing the brilliant Sunshine ebulliently; made me feel as if I was blazingly surging forward even in the most savagely acrimonious of winds; blazed in torrential fireballs of benign enlightenment; for infinite more births yet to unveil, Kissing the tantalizing dewdrops ardently; made me feel as if royally feasting in the aisles of

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beautifully vibrant yearning; bequeathing a legacy of oligarchic fascination; on every mesmerizing step that I tread, Kissing the vivacious rainbow boisterously; made me feel as if flamboyantly marching towards the doorsteps of irrefutably righteous triumph; dancing in the mists of unfathomable longing; with the Omnipotent shadow of the Lord as my sole savior, Kissing the milky moon phlegmatically; made me feel as if profoundly encapsulated with heavenly illumination from all sides; an altruistic tranquility which drifted me off; into a sparkling slumber, Kissing the corrugated soil thunderously; made me feel as if I had unassailably discovered my priceless rudiments; irrevocably propelling me to forever exist; only as the philanthropic harbinger of humanity, Kissing the velvety grass surreally; made me feel as if infinite dormant pores of my dwindling visage had miraculously rejuvenated once again; piquantly tingling me towards a fabulous new chapter of exuberant existence, Kissing the frolicking butterfly wonderfully; made me feel as if ecstatically leaping on the innocuous summits of humbly bestowing creation; unsurpassably relishing and assimilating the vividly enamoring treasures of this Universe, Kissing the ingratiating waterfalls intrepidly; made me feel as if swaying in an enchantingly melodious entrenchment of eternal sound; whispering the innermost desires of my soul; uninhibitedly to the panoramic world around, Kissing the sweating tree stems holistically; made me feel as if perseverance was the richest of all treasures in life; ubiquitously flowering into a civilization of unprecedented togetherness, Kissing the blistering lion fearlessly; made me feel as if I could now confront even the most tumultuously acrimonious disaster in life; tackle the worst of deadly catastrophes with prolific dexterity and spell binding rhetoric, Kissing the impeccably virile milk emphatically; made me feel as if I was the most innocent organism alive; unequivocally washing all my inadvertently committed sins; in the aura of invincible honesty, Kissing the candle of truth innocuously; made me feel as if a sagaciously blessed molecule of Almighty God; rendering my gorgeously selfless service; to unassailably enlighten every quarter of the miserably beleaguered society, Kissing the sensuous evening nostalgically; made me feel as if romantically philandering in wisps of spell binding titillation and indefatigable charisma; surrendering every element of my diminutive

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh countenance; to the artistic kaleidoscope of twilight, And kissing you on your divinely lips unconquerably; O! beloved; made me not only feel; but immortally fall in love; harness its most stupendously ecstatic virtues; for countless more births of mine; of course with your heart; soul and breath; always and irrefutably by my side….

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BELIEVE IT OR NOT Was it the seductively charismatic smile on your lips; that made me timelessly philander through the hills of; overwhelmingly rhapsodic happiness ? Was it the ingratiating titillation on your majestic eyelashes; that metamorphosed me into a profusely compassionate philosopher; incinerated the hurricane of untamed desire in my eyes; even in the heart of the disastrously deadened night ? Was it the jubilant tinges of poignant crimson on your rubicund cheeks; that tumultuously evoked me to dance relentlessly in the aisles of magnificent yearning; for times immemorial ? Was it the scarlet streams of blood in your royal veins; that intransigently made me embrace the religion of humanity; blend with all religion; caste; creed and color alike; in invincible reservoirs of mankind ? Was it the marvelously mischievous flirtation in your stride; that made me boisterously bounce in the gardens of fascinatingly nubile youth; perpetually feel that I was that immaculately silken child once again ? Was it the stupendously enchanting melody in your blissful voice; that made me frolic exuberantly under the fathomless carpet of vivacious sky; exhilaratingly enthuse every pore of my countenance; with the golden rain that thunderously pelted down ? Was it the scintillating white in your graciously charming teeth; that made me indefatigably innovate in the lanes of blossoming newness; carve a bountiful niche of my own; to blazingly exist amidst the pack of savage wolves ? Was it the aristocratic river of silver sweat dribbling celestially down your shoulders; that made me patriotically relinquish even the last iota of

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breath for my revered motherland; exotically relishing every passing wind of mystical life ? Was it the unsurpassable artistry in your honey coated fingers; that made me irrefutably adore and appreciate every element of panoramic beauty on this colossal Universe; coalesce each cranny of my soul forever with God’s endowment of wonderful creation ? Was it the unfathomably unending ecstasy in each quarter of your flesh; that made me romance in the fragrant cisterns of paradise for infinite more births yet to unveil; wholesomely oblivious to the murderously manipulative vagaries of this gruesomely tyrannical society ? Was it the incomprehensible titillation that tantalizingly wafted from your belly; that made me wander like an embellished prince through the lanes of incredulously grandiloquent fantasy; made me unfurl into a festoon of glorious Omnipotence ? Was it the queenly island of lines on your intricately heavenly palms; that handsomely evolved every path of my impoverished destiny; made me diffuse into a fireball of unequivocal righteousness; on every step that I tread ? Was it the insatiable euphoria that drifted from your impeccable chin; that made me fantasize beyond the realms of unprecedented imagination; magnificently transformed my gorily beleaguered persona; into an ocean of honestly divine sagaciousness ? Was it the astounding innocence in your philanthropic eyebrows; that made me fantastically perceive about the most enamoring fruits of creation; march unflinchingly forward with my comrades in impregnably synergistic oneness ? Was it the uninhibitedly divine aroma in your everlasting shadow; that made me a poet fulminating even the most infinitesimally sensitive cranny of my soul; in a glittering castle of Oligarchic writing ? Was it the ravishing vibrancy in your satiny hair; that made me inscrutably wander through the waterfalls of perennial jubilation; incorrigibly dream in the cradle of resplendence; for centuries incomprehensible ? Was it the gregarious essence of sharing in your godly breath; that made me shrug all my spurious inhibitions; miraculously spawn Omnipresent life; on every territory of this earth that I benevolently tread ? Was it is the immortal tenacity of your beautifully benign heartbeats; that instilled in me not only the ardor to holistically exist in this lifetime; but perpetually unite every sect of living organism; one and alike ? And believe it or not; even if all of the above

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh wasn’t; I was still in love with you O! Beloved; eternally bonding every element of my life with your sacred visage; I was still the only one who irrefutably loved you; more than anyone on this planet; ever could….

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DEPRESSION Depression; even when all the cuckoos of this Universe; boisterously chirped around me; for hours immemorial, Depression; even when the most enchantingly tantalizing of seductresses; unfurled their umpteenth flavors of vibrant seduction; just abreast of my impoverished countenance, Depression; even when torrential cloudbursts of euphoric rain pelted down ecstatically from the sky; profusely drenching me from head to toe; with rhapsodic blessings of the divine, Depression; even when a fathomless garden of rose bountifully bloomed outside my bedroom window; insatiably wafting the scent of timeless happiness into my penuriously sagging ears, Depression; even when the blissfully trespassing palms of time gloriously gave me an extra chance; for every inadvertently committed fault of mine, Depression; even when the voluptuously enthralling blades of grass; unrelentingly titillated every pore of my dwindling demeanor; as I nimbly trespassed through the same at ethereal dawn, Depression; even when the most ravishingly appetizing delicacies on this planet; sumptuously emanated their exotically ravenous fragrance; into my overwhelmingly famished nostrils, Depression; even when the flags of ardently blazing patriotism compassionately embedded their way; into the inner most recesses of my despicably deteriorating soul, Depression; even when the Sun flamboyantly shimmered full throttle from the fathomless skies; wholesomely annihilating every acrimonious impediment that confronted me in my way, Depression; even when the most sacrosanct of sands invincibly entrenched me from all sides; infiltrating

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every element of my devastatingly staggering persona; with fireballs of unprecedented righteousness, Depression; even when the resplendent Moon made itself available solely to me; vivaciously dancing in the whites of my perniciously beleaguered eyes, Depression; even when unsurpassable treasuries of glittering gold and silver; uncontrollably cascaded upon my visage; triggering even the most obsoletely debilitated parts of my body; to twinkle more than the island of celestial paradise, Depression; even when the majestically undulating oceans blissfully bequeathed upon me a royal legacy of tanginess and inscrutably exhilarating adventure; wrapped me like a Queen fish in its gregariously affable belly, Depression; even when the Almighty bestowed upon me the astoundingly mesmerizing prowess of procreating infinite more of my kind; Omnisciently prognosticate the future of the entire planet, Depression; even when all the formidable strength of this colossal Universe; fervently assimilated in my body; to make me the most unassailable organism alive, Depression; even when my brain marvelously fantasized about the most enamoringly gorgeous things on this earth for decades unprecedented; flooding the carpet of my imagery with an incredible kaleidoscope of ebullient life, Depression; even when the most irrefutably scintillating chapters of unconquerable truth descended down on my conscience; made me the most philanthropic entity; impeccably wandering on mystical soil, Depression; even when charismatically victorious breath entered my lungs in magically incomprehensible amounts; as if to last me for an infinite more lifetimes, Depression; even when each beat of my passionately palpitating heart; was blessed with an ocean of unending happiness; throbbed in an impregnably perpetual enclosure of symbiotic mankind, O! Yes; Depression till my very last breath; and every time the Almighty Creator endowed me with brilliantly sparkling existence; as I had lost her forever to mysterious disease; and didn’t possess even the slightest of power to make her bouncing the way when she took her first breath; the way she was when heavenly alive….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

HUMANITARIANLY ALIVE Whether my eyes were perpetually closed; or whether they indefatigably stared towards the flamboyantly sparkling Sun; for times immemorial, Whether my palms languidly lazed under mammoth hillocks of worthless sand; or whether they articulately evolved grandiloquently exquisite artistry every unfurling minute of my destined life, Whether my hair dolorously stuck like insipidly parasitic worms to my gloomy scalp; or whether they ravishingly swished till beyond the realms of bountiful paradise; with the exhilaratingly brazen wind, Whether my lips invidiously clenched into a ballistic grimace; or whether they unfurled into a perennial festoon of; voluptuously charismatic smiles, Whether my blood ruthlessly froze in my endless conglomerate of veins; or whether it gloriously spawned countless more; of my innocuously holistic kind, Whether my bones deliberately sagged into a disdainfully pathetic heap; or whether they euphorically galloped forward in the marvelously royal and spell binding fervor of majestic life, Whether my shadow ominously abhorred even the most celestial entity trespassing it; or whether it embraced all religion; caste; creed and color; in opulent symposiums of mankind; blissfully and alike, Whether my cheeks insidiously rotted with murderously debilitating disease; or whether they blushed to a scarlet more poignantly fiery than thunderous lightening in fathomless sky, Whether my feet ludicrously slept like a demon for countless more births; or whether they astoundingly crafted a township of irrefutably priceless righteousness; on every step that they heavenly tread, Whether my stomach remained treacherously starved without even the most minuscule element of food; or whether it replenished its delectable interiors; with all appetizing aroma and goodness of Mother Nature, Whether my teeth radiated a gorily morbid yellow even in the most gruesome of blackness; or whether they blazed like an immaculately scintillating pearl; irrevocably clinging to the; unconquerably sacred womb of mankind, Whether my brain transited to more a state more dumber than the salaciously penurious dustbin; or whether it gorgeously fantasized to the most unprecedented limits; weaving a tale of incredible intrigue and handsome innovation, Whether my voice crumbled to derogatorily discordant

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nothingness; or whether it placated even the most tyrannically deadliest of devils; with the marvelously royal cadence in its; timelessly ebullient sounds, Whether my sweat stunk like a boundless pulverized tomatoes and dead fish; or whether it Omnisciently shimmered; in the rhapsodically divine euphoria of vivaciously vibrant life, Whether my ears maneuvered only towards the sounds of sleazily bawdy raunchiness; or whether they miraculously drifted towards; even the most faintest cry of horrendously inexplicable despair, Whether my shoulders disastrously sank infinite kilometers beneath the remorseful corpse even in the pristine prime of life; or whether they hoisted all those in despicably horrific suffering; towards their abodes of eternally gratifying compassion, Whether my conscience harbored precariously sinister spirits of the corpulently evil; or whether it culminated into an ocean of perpetually unassailable righteousness; even as hell torrentially rained from the cosmos, Whether my breath lackadaisically contorted and cursed every moment of gorgeously bedazzling life; or whether it bequeathed mesmerizing whirlpools of sacrosanct existence; with every puff of fiery air that it exhaled, And whether my heart morbidly pledged to relinquish each of its beats; or whether it immortally palpitated; invincibly enveloped by a wave of unconquerably endowing love, It was you; you; and only you O! Divine Beloved; who encapsulated every cranny of my blood; body and impoverished breath; not only making me feel the richest organism on planet earth; but giving me a holistically humanitarian reason; to be forever human; and to forever be humanitarianly alive….. _____________________________________________________________

SOLELY IN YOUR IMMORTAL HEART When I sighted my face in the astoundingly scintillating mirror; it appeared stringently harmonious and well defined; although I soon became an obsoletely hazy blur of inconspicuous dust; as the Sun commenced on its expedition beyond the remorseful horizons, While it was solely in your irrefutably immaculate eyes; that I profoundly radiated into sparkling

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh newness; in the wholesomely gregarious; and spell binding fragrance of vivaciously bountiful life… When I sighted my face in the overwhelmingly crystalline mirror; it appeared magically synchronized and pragmatically proper; although I soon became a wisp of disastrously non-existent oblivion; when flying stones shattered the glass into a countless fragments of infinitesimal ash, While it was solely in your unflinchingly melodious and intrepid voice; that I unassailably confronted even the most treacherously acrimonious impediments of existence; became an eternally gratifying song; mystically blending with the gloriously divine…. When I sighted my face in the astronomically white mirror; it appeared monotonously routine as usual; with each contour radiating as explicitly as the Creator had evolved it; although I soon became a capriciously fleeting mirage as murderously diabolical shadows of the night took a vicious stranglehold of the flamingly sweltering day, While it was solely in your poignantly crimson and philanthropic blood; that I embraced all humanity irrespective of caste; creed; and bombastic color; in threads of vibrantly unending compassion; and alike… When I sighted my face in the magnificently polished mirror; it appeared a normal human caricature with lots of emphatic protrusions; although I soon disappeared into realms of dilapidated remoteness; as someone threw a pail of water upon the artificial glass, While it was solely in your voluptuously seductive whispers; that I unrelentingly explored the unparalleled mysticism of vividly blissful survival; felt like the most blessed organism on this Universe; holistically alive… When I sighted my face in the unfathomably glittering mirror; it reflected back an astoundingly exact replica of my very own self; although I soon became an infinitesimally insipid worm slithering under the corpse; as the flamboyant Sunrays played mischievous games of hide and seek with the petrified glass, While it was solely in the inscrutably royal lines of your Omnipotent palms; that I discovered my true identity; bloomed into a fathomless more ecstatic lives; of profusely symbiotic prosperity…. When I sighted my face in the scrupulously oiled and lanky mirror; it depicted an amazingly similar posture of my persona in the umpteenth ways that I maneuvered

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it; although I soon became a sheet of nonchalant nothingness; as rambunctiously unruly children engulfed it with coarse blankets from all sides, While it was solely in your miraculously heavenly stride; that I found an intrepidly new spirit to survive; marvelously romance with all the unsurpassably ravishing resplendence suspended in the atmosphere…. When I sighted my face in the mechanically proficient and candidly transparent mirror; it incredulously portrayed every element of my countenance as the Lord had created it; although I soon became a puff of ominously pathetic smoke; as vicious fighter jets heinously bombarded the; ingratiating atmosphere, While it was solely in your rhapsodically tantalizing cheeks; that I irrefutably towered over the entire planet as an unconquerably embellished prince; lived life to the very fullest and ultimate of its exhilarating capacity…. When I sighted my face in the dazzling trajectory of the gigantic mirror; it marvelously highlighted every visible cranny of my visage to spell binding perfection; although I soon became a ludicrously slain martyr; as belligerent soldiers trampled the glass to domains beyond veritable recognition, While it was solely in your majestically titillating breath; that I celestially culminated into the fruits of an eternally tranquil creation; unequivocally bonding with my comrades in inexplicable misery and ebulliently bouncing; alike….. And when I sighted my face in the opalescent expanse of the rustically enamoring mirror; it prudently emanated the same effulgence as that splendidly encapsulating my caricature; although I soon became a lecherously unknown piece of forlorn string; as the fleet of ungainly urchins spat condemningly on the sizzling glass, While it was solely in your immortally passionate and invincible heart; that I found the most perennially quenching love of my life; embarked on the most benign mission of live and let live; of course with your Omniscient blessings perpetually by my side…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

IN JUST A SINGLE MINUTE I indefatigably licked dust for centuries immemorial; when I tried to gallop to the summit of the astronomically Herculean mountain; in just a single minute, I found myself horrifically wailing for the remainder of my devastated life; when I tried to painlessly pass all acrimonious examinations of survival; in just a single minute, I was enveloped with an unfathomable ocean of blood and inexplicable misery; when I tried to unassailably conquer the hideous enemy camp; in just a single minute, I was rendered insanely groping in corridors of unprecedented gloom for countless more births of mine; when I tried to salaciously snatch all happiness from the trajectory of this fathomless planet; in just a single minute, I incessantly wailed tears of despicably horrendous frustration till times beyond eternity; when I tried to vindictively soar through the clouds of irrefutably glittering success; in just a single minute, I frequented the abominably stagnating lavatory more than anyone else on this blissfully sagacious planet; when I tried to profoundly relish every delicacy brewing tantalizingly throughout the world; in just a single minute, I pathetically slithered in dungeons of ominously menacing doom; when I tried to invidiously pilfer my way through walls of sacrosanct heaven; in just a single minute, I found myself savoring heinously sinister garbage with the fleet of rambunctiously sordid pigs; when I tried to treacherously perpetuate towards the king’s throne; in just a single minute, I ludicrously trembled for many a fathomlessly diabolical nights; when I tried to hurriedly experience every spell binding fantasy of boundless lives; in just a single minute, I found myself encapsulated by preposterously devilish whirlpools of maniacal nothingness; when I tried to lecherously conquer every marvelously beautiful element between sky and earth; in just a single minute, I lugubriously slandered in dormitories of unsurpassable destruction and ungainly incoherent confusion; when I tried to capture all enthralling sounds on this timeless Universe; in just a single minute, I found myself infinite feet beneath my remorsefully bedraggled corpse and annihilated beyond prudent

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proportions; when I tried to tame the lethally prurient battalion of white sharks; in just a single minute, I felt every ingredient of my blood freeze to a tumultuously gory death; as I tried to devour the unbelievably mammoth mountain of titillating ice; in just a single minute, I found myself uncontrollably and ludicrously hiccupping under the beggar’s tumbledown cot; when I tried to devilishly become the richest man on this Universe; in just a single minute, I felt brutally electrocuted by winds of bizarre impeachment; when I tried to pruriently tried to gallivant to prosperity bearing my weight upon innocent shoulders; in just a single minute, I found myself sinking to forever blend with infinitesimal fish and grimacing octopus; when I tried to transgress past the periphery of the gigantic ocean; in just a single minute, I almost succumbed swooned in inexorably defeating exhaustion towards clammy soil; when I tried to greedily inhale all the billion breaths of my destined life vociferously together; in just a single minute, I found myself lamely beating the floor in an asylum for the perpetually deaf and dumb; after I tried to reach to murderously reach my voice to the most remotest part of the globe; in just a single minute, But I found myself immortally and perennially successful; saluting the ultimate corridors of harmoniously symbiotic triumph; when I tried to unfurl the chords of my passionately throbbing heart; diffuse its naturally uninhibited love to one and all across this majestic planet; in just a single minute…. _____________________________________________________________

NO PAYMENTS You don’t have to pay the clouds to ecstatically rain; torrentially shower golden droplets of ebullient liquid; upon fathomlessly parched territories of; desolately naked soil, You don’t have to pay the flowers to diffuse scent; blossom into romantically swirling mists of desire; to blissfully bequeath their fountain of unfathomable fragrance; to one and all; redolently alike, You don’t have to pay the soil to fructify into fruit; astoundingly spawn a civilization of bountiful prosperity; a celestial township of unitedly Herculean

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh strength, You don’t have to pay the wind to rhapsodically blow; profoundly perpetuate each cranny of the despairingly bedraggled atmosphere; with the insurmountably vivacious elixir to triumphantly surge ahead in life, You don’t have to pay the Sun to royally rise; inundate every iota of the dolorously darkened earth; with optimistically heavenly and Omnipotent rays of dazzling light, You don’t have to pay the cow to uninhibitedly ooze milk; disseminate its irrefutably sacrosanct essence to the most remotest corner of this Universe; miraculously fortify sagging bones with its divinely aura, You don’t have to pay the Moon to resplendently shimmer; enchantingly radiate infinite streams of milky moonlight; to metamorphose every drearily beleaguered night; into the fulfilling river of paradise, You don’t have to pay the grass to exotically tingle your feet; profusely incinerate infernos of tantalizingly untamed desire in your impoverished countenance; as you gallivanted on it at the crack of ravishingly ethereal dawn, You don’t have to pay the waterfall to mystically enlighten; magically besiege every part of your monotonously staggering demeanor; with tangily inscrutable sensations of; seductively gorgeous life, You don’t have to pay the cuckoo to awaken you every morning; melodiously deluge your dwindling soul; with stupendously everlasting tunes of; harmoniously new-found excitement, You don’t have to pay the sea to impart you frosty salt; mischievously tickle every despicably despondent nerve of your manipulative form; with unprecedented adventure and exhilarating froth, You don’t have to pay the dolphins to voluptuously dance; incinerate the impeccably wandering child in your treacherously incarcerated senses; make you delightfully sing under the blazing Sun, You don’t have to pay the deserts to compassionately warm; engender pricelessly silver beads of effulgent perspiration; to trickle handsomely down your diminutive nape, You don’t have to pay the child to indefatigably intrigue; incredulously bewilder even the most stringently commercial tycoon in you; to innocuously dream beyond the realms of infinite infinity, You don’t have to pay the Almighty Creator to endlessly evolve; as he Omnisciently maneuvered even the most inconspicuous element of your life; blessed you with the spell binding virility; to procreate countless more of your holistic kind,

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You don’t have to pay the conscience to unequivocally dispel sagacious righteousness; irrevocably refrained you in your salaciously advancing footsteps; every time you were greedily enticed towards the heinously wrong, You don’t have to pay your mother to bear you in her godly womb; blissfully nourish even the most minuscule bone in your visage; to see you eternally blossom into the ray of timeless happiness, You don’t have to pay breath to keep you vivaciously bouncing and beamingly alive; joyously impound every extinguishing desire of your insidiously asphyxiated body; with the unsurpassable ardor to lead glorious life, And you don’t have to pay the heart to bestow upon you the immortal love of your life; bond its unassailably majestic beats with the most gorgeously priceless mission; of your each extraordinarily jubilant lifetime….. _____________________________________________________________

SHOULD I CALL YOU ??? Should I call you the most priceless necklace of my soul; or should I address you as a tantalizing fairy; having celestially descended from the vivaciously silken skies ? Should I call you a carpet of voluptuously titillating grass; or should I address you as a tantalizing globule of rain; marvelously placating each of my drearily bedraggled senses ? Should I call you an everlastingly blooming forest of enchanting seduction; or should I address you as a resplendent fountain of timeless tradition; encapsulating each of my nervously mystical nerves ? Should I call you a magical harp of harmoniously enthralling music; or should I address you as a whirlwind of compassionately unending fantasy; triggering me to dream beyond; the realms of bountiful imagination ? Should I call you a fathomless sky of limitless ecstasy and ebullient grace; or should I address you as an insatiably ardent inferno of ever augmenting enigma ? Should I call you a majestically seductive eagle soaring handsomely through the clouds of unprecedented desire; or should I address you as magnificent petal of incomprehensible fascination; taking Omnipotent

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh control of my beleaguered life ? Should I call you a tornado of exuberantly emphatic air; or should I address you as a satiny mattress of exotically tranquil contentment; blissfully nourishing my every unfinished desire; to the most insurmountable limits ? Should I call you a majestically sprouting fruit of ecstatic solidarity; or should I address you as a colossal ocean of ingratiating empathy; tingling me ravishingly all across my devastated body ? Should I call you the princess of irrefutably unconquerable beauty; or should I address you as an unassailably priceless friend; commiserating astoundingly with my every jubilation; and inexplicable pain ? Should I call you a garland of congenially glittering diamonds; or should I address you as a cloudburst of perennially rising yearning; torrentially bestowing upon me hurricanes of; poignantly exhilarating seduction ? Should I call you a mountain of unflinchingly limitless unity; or should I address you as the ultimate panache for my philanthropic success; as you cast the spell of your Omniscient belonging; profusely upon each element of my heart and soul; alike ? Should I call you an eternal rainbow of delectable sensuousness; or should I address you as vividly spell binding harmony; an impeccably nostalgic fairy; who transited me unwittingly into the corridors of immaculate childhood ? Should I call you the epitome of fabulously enamoring enthrallment; or should I address you as a tumultuously blazing seductress; igniting thunderbolts of vibrant longing; in every ingredient of my extinguishing blood ? Should I call you a paradise of insurmountably titillating pearls; or should I address you as a virgin field of unceasing prosperity; with your innocuous rudiments profoundly embedded in the pores of my; trembling conscience ? Should I call you a boisterously nubile and bubbly mermaid; or should I address you as the Goddess of celestial humility; who uninhibitedly bequeathed upon me; the principles of timeless love ? Should I call you a vivid kaleidoscope of unfathomably cheerful color; or should I address you as a scintillating expanse of intriguing happiness; a perennially unfazed spirit of adventure that swiped me like torrents of white lightening; from my capriciously insipid feet ? Should I call you a royally piquant bee weaving tons of unsurpassably melodious honey; or should I address

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you as a intrepidly brazen nightingale; chirping the tunes of unequivocally philanthropic existence; all night and sweltering day ? Should I call you Omnipresently synergistic whirlpools of fiery breath; or should I address you as a cavern of unsurpassable excitement; perpetuating me to handsomely philander in the land of the romantically unknown ? And should I call you the immortally passionate beating of my penurious heart; or should I address you the solely irrefutably love of my life; the very reason that I was blissfully breathing; and heavenly alive ?

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ULTIMATE REALITY Fantasy is a milestone, Truth is the ultimate reality…. Whisper is a mesmerizing sedative, Voice of the conscience is the ultimate reality…. Clouds are an ethereal fascination, Sky is the ultimate reality…. Accidents are an evanescent bruise, Death is the ultimate reality….. Stars are titillation of the night, Flaming Sun is the ultimate reality… Photograph is a magnanimous depiction, The living are the ultimate reality… Offsprings keep proliferating in every quarter of the Universe, Sacrosanct mother is the ultimate reality… Bees swarm boisterously all throughout the day, Mesmerizing nightingale is the ultimate reality… Flurry of blatant lies evaporates into wisps of obsolete oblivion, Irrefutable truth is the ultimate reality… Grandiloquent ink depicts marvelous glory, The pages of destiny are the ultimate reality.. Tantalizing globules of sweat captivate the remotest of alien, Persevering hardwork is the ultimate reality…. Seductive flesh is a transient sensation, Charismatic beauty is the ultimate reality… Flirtation melts like frigid beeswax, Friendship is the ultimate reality…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh Scents wear off as the hours unfurl, Enchanting rose is the ultimate reality… Kites flap gregariously and then descend, Euphoric wind is the ultimate reality… Sharks glide in majestic unison to pulverize their prey, Rhapsodic ocean is the ultimate reality… Religion ironically enthralls with its armory of countless nuances, Philanthropic humanity is the ultimate reality… Moonshine perpetuates through the blanket of ghastly darkness, Marvelously enlightening dawn is the ultimate reality… Dreams are incarcerating avalanches of ice frenziedly distorting shape, Actions are the ultimate reality.. Teamwork is a stepping stone towards the zenith of success, Trust is the ultimate reality… Panthers growl instills a wave of uncanny fear, Rampant wilderness is the ultimate reality…. Innovation is a streak of dynamic flamboyance, Blessed intelligence is the ultimate reality.. Abuses are temporary fulminations of the mind, The pen of the Almighty Creator is the ultimate reality… Lightening is an inconspicuous spark of electricity in the cosmos, The ocean of darkness is a perpetual reality… Mosquito bite is an infinitesimally pertinent, Compromise with existence is the ultimate reality.. The bars of prison are a hedonistic submission, Interiors of satanic corpse are the ultimate reality.. Mountains buckle down like soggy matchsticks under earthquakes, The summit of conviction is the ultimate reality… Steroids stimulate traces of newfound power, The ramifications of the heart are the ultimate reality… Currency triggers smiles more bombastic than the heavens at times, Wholehearted satisfaction is the ultimate reality… Exemplifications alleviate stress to substantive degrees, Acceptance is the ultimate reality… Fairies dance to give you the most exotic times of your life, The cry of the cuckoo every morning is the ultimate reality…. Glitter of gold lasts only till the last winds of night, The compassionate caress of your mother is the ultimate reality…

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Silken strands of spidery web thrill beyond the realms of exhaustion, The lethal sting of wholesome extinction is the ultimate reality… Cuddling your baby an infinite times revitalized your dreary senses to the epitome of optimism, Each act of benevolence is the ultimate reality… Slithering bare chested on soil impregnated tremors of pleasure, Devotion to the cause of Almighty God is the ultimate reality… Tears are momentary radiations of profound suffering, Sorrow is the ultimate reality… Attraction is a vivid chain of primordial passion, Bondage is the ultimate reality… Skin extinguishes in entirety with advancing years of life, The everlasting soul is the ultimate reality… Royal imagery puts you in trance for cardinal parts of the day, Poetry is the ultimate reality…. Advertising is a baseless spectrum of gimmicks which enthrall, Dedication towards the divine is the ultimate reality… Dwelling harbors you from the diabolical devil, Enigma is the ultimate reality… Frolicking in the meadows rekindles your diminishing energies a trifle, The valley of exultating adventure is the ultimate reality… Wink triggers avalanches of flirtation and naughtiness, Concentration is the ultimate reality… Caress embodies feelings to the most supreme core, Uninhibited sharing is the ultimate reality… Bornfires stupefy as they escalate towards the cosmos, Untamed passion is the ultimate reality… Superstitions are ephemerally efficacious, Omnipresent Lord is the ultimate reality… Business is a rejuvenating parasite adding spice and wealth to life, Art is the ultimate reality…. And infatuation is storm which gradually disappears, Immortal love is the ultimate reality…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

REBORN ONLY AS YOUR LOVER A part of me in monotonous realms of satanic office; capsizing upon my share of bread; to sustain on the trajectory of this gigantic planet, A part of me on the tantalizing seaside; profoundly relishing the tanginess of the mighty ocean; which tingled me beyond the corridors of untamed control, A part of me in the mesmerizing garden; profusely drowned in the scent of the overwhelmingly seductive rose, A part of me in the morbid graveyard; sadly mourning and reminiscing all those close to me; now no longer a reality in this world, A part of me on the ergonomic dining table; savoring indispensable morsels of food; to keep me holistically running and alive, A part of me on the evanescent horizons; frenziedly salvaging fortification to blissfully pass the menacingly treacherous night, A part of me in the sacrosanct lap of my mother; reliving the poignant memories of impeccable childhood, A part of me unsurpassably engrossed in bulky study books; endeavouring my best to achieve the most unprecedented in the career of my choice, A part of me dancing vivaciously in the forests; playing hide and seek; amidst the rustling of voluptuous leaves; the silken beams of milky moonshine, A part of me rebelling unrelentingly against traitors infiltrating my motherland; combating them with the sword of irrefutable righteousness, A part of me gallivanting flirtatiously through the hills; philandering till times beyond eternity; until I stumbled upon the romance of my life, A part of me persevering under whole hearted rays of the acrimonious summer; deluged in a blanket of golden perspiration; as I slogged without the most inconspicuous of reprieve, A part of me swimming ardently in the salty ocean; romanticizing and titillating in the majestically royal splendor of enchanting life, A part of me with my dynamically flamboyant father; zealously aiming always to be infinite steps above the very best, A part of me perched on the revered knees of my grandparents; fervently listening to their unfathomable myriad of adventures in real life, A part of me astoundingly baffled by the vagaries of this uncouth society; unable to comprehend why fellow beings of human fraternity; considered themselves

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above divine godhead, A part of me humming an insurmountable battalion of spiffy tunes; to rekindle my pathetically diminishing spice in life, A part of me indulged into disdainfully forced manipulation in order to survive; articulately maneuvering my way into the spurious treasury of power tycoons, A part of me writing boundless lines of mystical poetry; letting my scarlet veins erupt into tumultuously rhapsodic delight, A part of me blissfully asleep; dreaming and bouncing ebulliently in a land more enthralling than fabulous paradise, A part of me in celestial heavens; blossoming each instant into a fountain of unconquerable happiness; bestowed upon me by the Omnipotent Lord, A part of me in diabolically savage hell; being whipped for my plethora of misdeeds; by the heinously vicious breath of the devil, A part of me on the sizzling Sun; admiring the incomprehensible beauty of this earth; in the most candidly vivid of its perspective, A part of me in the dungeons of doomsday; sulking and fretting; overpowered by tornados of despairing hopelessness, But all of me; my mind; my body; my soul; incarcerated in the passionately thundering beats of your heart; not only for this lifetime; but even after I had quit it prematurely; to be reborn only as your lover; forever and ever and ever…. _____________________________________________________________

BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I might be possessing an uncouthly scraggy beard; encapsulating my cheeks abominably from all sides, But that doesn’t mean; that I didn’t have soft flesh on my visage; the voluptuous tinge which seduced the most glorious of angels into an absolute submission… I might be endowed with a color which was darker than the sootiest of charcoal; repelling every entity I transgressed in my way, But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t fantasize about all the beautiful maidens on this Universe; drown and coalesce myself each instant with the ultimate of marvels; infinite lands transcending the island of paradise… I might be residing with an insatiable whirlpool of mosquito’s in my dingy hut; without an iota of

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh currency in my bedraggled pockets, But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t perceive ingenious ideas in my brain; to metamorphose this lecherously manipulative society once again; into benevolent mankind…. I might be tinier than the inconspicuously diminutive ant in stature; being overwhelmingly mocked by all tangible living on this planet, But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t stand of my own feet; shirk into my reclusive cocoon; when it came to defending philanthropic mankind… I might be having a voice more horrendously disgusting than the croaking frogs; inundating the atmosphere each moment with pathetically disgruntled cacophony, But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t explicitly voice my feelings; pacify the torrential agony in my soul; with the poignancy I generated through my words…. I might be bereft of eyes right since immaculate childhood; stumbling on each gloomy footstep; like a pack of frigidly soft cards, But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t enlighten other’s lives; cast optimistic rays of splendor and hope; in the paths of those staggering towards horrific nothingness…. I might be disastrously ugly; with every quarter of spuriously bombastic mankind; rebuking me beyond the limits of ignominious condemnation, But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t impregnate heavenly fragrance in my comrades shivering beside their corpse; assist them blossom again from the tenterhooks of hopeless extinction… I might be utterly famished due to brutal circumstances; deprived of the most infinitesimal morsel of food since centuries immemorial, But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t perceive stupendously oligarchic cuisine lingering in exotic kitchens; harness the most majestic of artistry with every droplet; of my profoundly compassionate blood… I might be profusely decaying and old; now awaiting death any instant to embrace me in its inevitably ghastly stranglehold, But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t bounce and frolick like a new born child; innocently pour out whatever enveloped the walls of my conscience to the extraneous world… And I might be bound in devilishly blood coated chains; unable to budge even a minuscule inch over the gory imprisonment entrenching me murderously from all sides, But that doesn’t mean; that I couldn’t love; romance; care; share; with the person I revered the most; bond each of my senses in the swirl of an immortal

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ROMANCING The rocks were romancing with the vivacious waves; enjoying the rhapsodic tanginess on their exotically bare bodied periphery, The sheep were romancing with the voluptuous carpet of grass; rolling in untamed jubilation on its stalks; as the Sun descended over the golden horizons, The horses were romancing with the mystical mountains; gallivanting like a jeweled prince through the unfathomable labyrinth of gorgeously twisted paths, The cricket bat was romancing with the glistening leather ball; tossing it like a majestic eagle; deep and profound into the heart of the wonderfully enchanting clouds, The roses were romancing with the stupendously vibrant winds; fluttering like a pampered prince; as the air profusely besieged each petal in whirlpools of exhilaration, The eyeballs were romancing with the passionately winking lids; relishing and wholesomely embracing the compassionate coat of tingling moisture, The fathomless deserts were romancing with the marvelously eluding mirages; being tantalized to the most unprecedented limits; as they danced the fascinating dance of their lives, The reptiles were romancing with raunchy cocoons of soil; slithering with insurmountable frenzy; as celestial moonshine penetrated through the curtainspread of the phlegmatic night, The bees were romancing with the impeccably sacrosanct lotus; transiting into waves of silken delight; seductively suckling the aromatic nectar incarcerated inside, The pen was romancing with boundless sheets of bonded paper; inundating its serene trajectory with exquisite calligraphy; weaving through the essence of immortal times, The palms were romancing with the enigmatic destiny lines; blossoming into a land of overwhelming of unparalleled mystique; as each ray crept; as each instant unveiled, The crocodiles were romancing with the incongruous

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh marshes; ominously pulverizing robust prey; lurking in the glory of ethereal light as mesmerizing dawn unleashed on the banks, The valley was romancing with the royally oligarchic echoes; swirling in the enormous fountainhead of unsurpassable ecstasy and opulent charm, The snowballs were romancing with the Omnipotent morning light; melting with unconquerable titillation into streams of gurgling melody, The candle was romancing with the magnanimously Kingly flames; infiltrating astounding beams of optimism; in the morbid entrenchment scurried with black mice, The mosquito was romancing with immaculate flesh; indefatigably tickling and sucking it; till the ultimate layer of its soul’s contentment, The lips were romancing with the unrelenting island of whispers; kissing the enthralling softness of their resonation; floating with their glory into a land beyond paradise, The child was romancing with its divinely mother; bouncing in her heavenly lap; innocently reaching out to the most remotest stars in the scarlet sky, And my mind; body and breath; were romancing with your philanthropic heart; perpetually bonding with its beats; to always emerge the triumphant winner; to add immortal dimensions to exhausted life….

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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,

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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

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh so formidably; that it kept throbbing; even as my soul had bonded entirely with the Creator…

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GOD MADE ME God made the overwhelmingly rich; to help those disastrously begging on the dilapidated streets, God made the exotically beautiful; to harbor those who were ruthlessly kicked at every quarter; for their abominable ugliness, God made the brilliantly flamboyant day; to benevolently mitigate the suffering of the treacherously horrendous night, God made the stupendously fragrant rose; to embrace all those tangible entities dwindling towards the dungeons of stinking extinction, God made the impeccable angel; to massacre the diabolical devil; salaciously spreading its heinous roots; into pathways of blissful society, God made the gigantically lanky mountain; to sequester the diminutively fragile ant in its belly; shielding it from the vicious onslaught of the tumultuously stormy winds, God made the vivaciously salty sea; to rejuvenate pathetic dreariness lingering and parasitically piercing the atmosphere, God made the mystical ocean of shadows; to break the savage monotony of manipulatively routine life, God made the incredulously robust complexioned; to lend their hands to those pale skeletons who seemed to have completely lost their way, God made the audaciously lion hearted; to fortify the souls of those who shivered uncontrollably; even before a single step towards the sky, God made the thunderbolts of voluptuously charismatic electricity; to profoundly enlighten images melting into oblivion; like a battalion of white mice, God made the unfathomably jovial; to rejuvenate souls creeping towards their corpse; even before they emitted the cry of fresh birth, God made the ebulliently young; to lend a helping hand to the dreadfully old and crippling; stumbling for fresh air on the fathomless roads, God made the majestically placid lakes; to pacify the inexplicable agonies fulminating traumatically towards

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the aisles of baseless nothingness, God made the pragmatically ticking clock; to start a new chapter of existence every unfurling instant of the day; blossom into a fresh beginning; when dagger heads of despair had taken complete control, God made the irrefutably sacrosanct mother; to make the most satanically demonish organisms feel; that they were an immaculately dressed child once again, God made the invincibly truthful; to thoroughly decimate sordidly demented lies; before it embedded its gory roots, God made royally sparkling life; to replace the tyranny of inevitably striking death, And God made me; to love you immortally till the time I existed; bond with your divinely soul; in every birth you granted me a chance to live; a chance to love you again and again and again….

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IMMORTAL LOVER With the blessings of my mother profoundly lingering in my eyes, With nostalgic reflections of my childhood; bearing down overwhelmingly on my heart, With an insatiable desire to pen down boundless lines of poetry; drown myself into a whirlpool of seductive fantasy, With a cloak of my divinely Creator; exuberantly inhabiting each contour of my bone, I entered the monotonous realms of office with fireballs of rebel fulminating in my blood; irrevocably resolving to quit it; the instant I consolidated upon my poetic dreams…. With a spirit of untamed exhilaration encompassing each minuscule cranny of my demeanor; progressing me to march till eternity, With my fathers incessant advice of being like the eternal Venus star; his effervescence of never ending dynamism embedded deep in my veins, With a cloudburst of tantalizing fantasy fervently adhering to each pore of my skin, With my sisters unrelenting passion for exploring the

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh vivaciously new; hovering in the back of my brain, I plunged head on into the stormy ocean; with an intransigent desire to gallop to the summit of the gigantic mountain; after having breakfast with the sharks… With profusely compassionate reflections of my grandparents strolling on the verdant lawns, With the unfathomable myriad of celestial wishes; bestowed upon me by humanitarians whom I had encountered in my way, With a flurry of impeccably innocent duck quacks; resonating boisterously in intricate corridors of my ears, With mystical shadows of voluptuously magnificent fairies; deluging my mind like a torrential rain of pearls, I retired completely from the vagaries of the manipulatively treacherous day; snored like an angel; euphorically inhaling the magical tranquility of the star-studded night…. And with your mesmerizing portrait invincibly riveted to each part of my impoverished countenance, With your divinely smile insurmountably encapsulating every yearning that emanated from my soul, With the unsurpassable fortitude in your visage; instilling in me the astronomical fortitude to trespass unflinchingly on each diabolical thorn, With your godly heartbeats; bonding me in the swirl of your unconquerable romance for centuries immemorial, I wholeheartedly stepped into my corpse; embracing death with equal ebullience as life; only to be reborn infinite times again; as your IMMORTAL LOVER….

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REMARRY After you were dead; I would definitely remarry once again, But of course with your immortal eyes; which were the only rays that propelled me to see; although I was radiantly bouncing and alive… After you were dead; I would definitely remarry once

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again, But of course with your immortal lips; engendering me to smile; everytime I felt like collapsing like a bedraggled heap on worthless ground; everytime I felt as if blending with the winds of horrendous extinction… After you were dead; I would definitely remarry once again, But of course with your immortal shadow; drowning me into aisles of unprecedented yearning and flamboyant desire; as I felt like massacring each element of my demeanor into an infinite inconspicuous pieces…. After you were dead; I would definitely remarry once again, But of course with your immortal dreams; which made me fantasize beyond all the monotonously ordinary; romance in the majestically sensuous land of bountiful paradise… After you were dead; I would definitely remarry once again, But of course with your immortal tenacity; that imparted in me the impregnable resilience to rise up to the most invidiously treacherous anecdote; which I encountered in tangible life… After you were dead; I would definitely remarry once again, But of course with your immortal memories; which made me transit back into realms of impeccable childhood; pampering the most minuscule of my senses like a prince; when I was about to sink boundless kilometers beneath the macabre mud of my veritable corpse… After you were dead; I would definitely remarry once again, But of course with your immortal blood; which perpetuated me to relish life higher than the clouds; blossom with rubicund health and happiness; when infact I wanted to perpetually embrace morbid disease…. After you were dead; I would definitely remarry once again, But of course with your immortal soul; which bonded me for centuries immemorial in its invincible grip; even as I wanted to fade like a diminutive mosquito; into wisps of meaninglessly dilapidated oblivion… After you were dead; I would definitely remarry once again, But of course with your immortal breath; which fomented me to lead each unveiling minute of my destined life to most unsurpassable of its capacity; making me emerge a stupendously passionate winner; on every footstep I transgressed… After you were dead; I would definitely remarry once

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh again, But of course with your immortal heart; whose beats not only kept me alive in the inevitable staring of hopeless death; but ensured that I ubiquitously propagated the essence of philanthropic mankind; in every virtue I spread; in every direction I tread…..

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ITS BECAUSE THERE EXISTED YOUR PERPETUAL HEART…. Its because there existed your spell bindingly bountiful hands; there existed my impoverished hands too; and because there forever existed our impregnably righteous hands united together; we could timelessly disseminate the essence of immortal friendship; in every barren quarter of this fathomless Universe, Its because there existed your innocuously magical eyes; there existed my diminutive eyes too; and because there forever existed our daintily spotless eyes united together; we could timelessly commiserate with every bit of priceless humanity; on this boundlessly beautiful Universe, Its because there existed your wonderfully rhapsodic lips; there existed my truncated lips too; and because there forever existed our inimitably unassailable lips united together; we could timelessly perpetuate every sacrilegiously gloomy cranny of this Universe; with triumphant smiles, Its because there existed your victoriously eclectic fingers; there existed my slavering fingers too; and because there forever existed our synergistically emollient fingers united together; we could timelessly paint the canvas of this haplessly staggering Universe; with unprecedentedly replenishing prosperity, Its because there existed your perennially venerated feet; there existed my skewed feet too; and because there forever existed our fearlessly intrepid feet united together; we could timelessly discover the unsurpassably holistic treasuries of this Universe; at every step that we tread, Its because there existed your celestially golden sweat; there existed my transparent sweat too; and because there forever existed our unassailably redolent sweat united together; we could timelessly permeate every

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ounce of lascivious laziness on this unceasing Universe; with the undyingly sparkling scent of hard work, Its because there existed your flirtatiously vivacious eyelashes; there existed my fluttering eyelashes too; and because there forever existed our stupendously ameliorating eyelashes united together; we could timelessly shrug even the most diabolically ghastliest of pain on this unending Universe; in the spirit of eternal happiness, Its because there existed your poignantly jubilant veins; there existed my solitary veins too; and because there forever existed our insuperably humanitarian veins united together; we could timelessly strive towards blissfully melanging every spurious caste; creed; color; race and tribe; into the everlasting religion of mankind, Its because there existed your ecstatically untamed skin; there existed my nimble skin too; and because there forever existed our interminably ebullient skin united together; we could timelessly trigger infernos of endlessly extemporizing desire; in even the most hopelessly massacred leaf of the atmosphere, Its because there existed your unbelievably sensitive ears; there existed my short ears too; and because there forever existed our astoundingly discerning ears united together; we could timelessly be receptive to even the tiniest insinuation of misery around us; indomitably tower to every cry of humanity in a singleton wink of the eye, Its because there existed your fearlessly compassionate bones; there existed my unabashed bones too; and because there forever existed our unconquerably fortified bones united together; we could timelessly take on every unsavory devil that dared come our way; as we marched forward in truthful unison with the plane outside, Its because there existed your incredulously reinvigorating shadow; there existed my tiny shadow too; and because there forever existed our fantastically vivid shadows united together; we could timelessly transform even the most murderously massacring of entities; into impeccable angels of the Creator Divine, Its because there existed your seductively rubicund tongue; there existed my boisterous tongue too; and because there forever existed our

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh ubiquitously mellifluous tongues united together; we could timelessly permeate mists of uninhibitedly proliferating virility; in even the most infertile directions that we tread, Its because there existed your philanthropically healing shoulders; there existed my destined shoulders too; and because there forever existed our innocently helpful shoulders united together; we could timelessly hoist every fraternity of disparagingly depraved humanity; into the winds of enchanting paradise, Its because there existed your honestly purifying conscience; there existed my evanescent conscience too; and because there forever existed our beautifully unfettered conscience’s united together; we could timelessly conquer even the most infinitesimal trace of evil on this indefatigable Universe; with the scepter of unshakable truth, Its because there existed your majestically unflinching blood; there existed my inevitable blood too; and because there forever existed our propitiously burgeoning blood united together; we could timelessly dream of spawning into an infinite forms of newness; with egalitarian equanimity on every conceivable part of this mesmerizing Universe, Its because there existed your inexhaustibly fantasizing brain; there existed my surreal brain too; and because there forever existed our unlimitedly evolving brains united together; we could timelessly behead the most inconsolable chapters of depression; with miraculously undefeated freshness, Its because there existed your invincibly fiery breath; there existed my indispensable breath too; and because there forever existed our passionately fructifying breaths united together; we could timelessly ensure the cisterns of royally fragrant life; even after deplorably asphyxiating death, And its because there existed your perpetually magnificent heart; there existed my palpitating heart too; and because there forever existed our universally vibrant hearts united together; we could timelessly bless even the most hedonistically betraying ingredient of the atmosphere; with the heavens of love; love and solely immortally Omnipresent love….

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AS I FOREVER HAD HER SUPPORT…. Every tree on this fathomlessly enamoring Universe forever went against me; as each time I alighted my foot; it fell on my nimble shoulders; pulverizing me beyond holistic degrees of sagacious comprehension, Every mountain on this boundlessly victorious Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to clamber its slope; it mercilessly buried me to an infinite feet beneath worthlessly lackadaisical soil, Every path on this spell bindingly bounteous Universe forever went against me; as each time I dared tread on it; it deliriously bewildered and gobbled me in such a labyrinth of confounding routes; that it was impossible for me to recognize even my very own voice, Every sea on this inscrutably tantalizing Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to swim in it; it barbarously drowned me to the heartless bottom; before feeding even the most infinitesimal bone of my body to the diabolically emaciated shark, Every cloud on this beautifully iridescent Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to gaze towards the sky; it inundated every conceivable iota of my eye with unsurpassable tumblers of stinging water; preposterously obfuscating my vision from every trace of tangible civilization, Every lip on this fantastically ameliorating Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to compassionately kiss it; all it hurtled was an unceasingly lambasting volley of tawdrily devilish abuse, Every desert on this stupendously miraculous Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to admire its vastness; it dragged me further and further into inanely salacious meaninglessness; with its beguiling mirages maniacally depriving me of my every ounce of happiness, Every Sunray on this jubilantly mesmerizing Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to sight it; it made me to inevitably shut my eyes; into a graveyard of haplessly asphyxiating and demonic blackness, Every particle on this blissfully reinvigorating Universe forever went against me; as each time I stepped out of my closed glass; it collided with the innocuous whites of my eye with such an intransigent velocity; that I was pathetically rendered blind for a countless more of my lifetimes, Every color on this timelessly enchanting Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh sketch the vivacious rainbow; every line that I drew on the barren canvas; metamorphosed into sadistically gory blood, Every word on this perennially bewitching Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to speak it aloud; it brutally transformed into the most venomously ultimate spelling of death, Every hive on this endlessly fascinating Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to blend with its unbelievable sweetness; an indefatigable army of bees hedonistically knifed through every visible and invisible cranny of my skin, Every finger on this unfathomably ecstatic Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to symbiotically intertwine my finger with it; it horrifically maimed me; to discordantly beg on the dusty streets, Every dwelling on this impregnably exhilarating Universe forever went against me; as each time I ventured to seek shelter in it; it vindictively thrust me towards the coffins of the most unsparingly crucifying of hell, Every soil on this timelessly ebullient Universe forever went against me; as each time I passionately tread upon it; it devoured me into a mortuary of sinfully castrating and maliciously assassinating wantonness, Every star on this tranquilly everlasting Universe forever went against me; as each time I stepped out in the majestically star-studded evening; a corpse of impoverished blindness was all that my eyes could sight; my only cynical savior for an innumerable more nights, Every shadow on this amazingly perspicacious Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to seek solace in its silken softness; it strangulated me without the tiniest of innuendo and to such a ghastly extent; that my eyeballs gorily danced out till infinite infinity, Every breath on this limitlessly blessing Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to inhale it in my famished lungs; it became the most torturously eventual cry of ominously devastating death,

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Yet; I forever towered as the most priceless organism alive in the winds of paradise; Yet; I forever existed as the most invincibly blessed man on the trajectory of earth divine; Yet; I forever replenished even the most inconspicuous of my senses with the fruits of eternally resplendent Creation; Yet; I forever stayed away from even the slightest of misery and reigning as the most powerful entity on this Universe; as I forever had her Omnipotent palms immortally entwined in mine; as I forever had hers and only her true support for me; even though none of the world and beyond; was ever mine….

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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

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh 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

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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…. _____________________________________________________________

I’D JUST STARTED… Just when my eyes thought that they’d seen every bit of panoramically resplendent beauty; on the trajectory of this fathomlessly blessing Universe, Came her astoundingly pristine face right infront of me; telling me that I’d just started; and there was an infinite more to discover and see; of her timelessly endowing enchantment…. Just when my lips thought that they’d smooched every bit of sensuously ameliorating loveliness; on the trajectory of this beautifully iridescent Universe, Came her effulgently rhapsodic tongue right infront of me; telling me that I’d just started; and there was an infinite more to discover and smooch; of her endlessly euphoric fantasy… Just when my ears thought that they’d heard every bit of victoriously artistic melody; on the trajectory of this unbelievably undefeated Universe, Came her majestically tinkling footsteps right infront of me; telling me that I’d just started; and there was an infinite more to discover and hear; of her indefatigably mystic enthrallment… Just when my fingers thought that they’d explored every bit of magically jubilant softness; on the

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh trajectory of this miraculously unbiased Universe, Came her fantastically unbridled skin right infront of me; telling me that I’d just started; and there was an infinite more to discover and explore; of her poignantly proliferating virility… Just when my neck thought that it’d witnessed every bit of gorgeously mitigating space; on the trajectory of this bounteously spawning Universe, Came her infallibly magnetic shadow right infront of me; telling me that I’d just started; and there was an infinite more to discover and witness; of her unendingly royal compassion… Just when my brain thought that it’d absorbed every bit of ubiquitously divine freshness; on the trajectory of this unsurpassably emollient Universe, Came her mischievously dancing eyelashes right infront me; telling me that I’d just started; and there was an infinite more to discover and absorb; of her delectable ingenious aura…. Just when my blood thought that it’d melanged with every bit of altruistically fructifying symbiotism; on the trajectory of this benevolently condoning Universe, Came her pricelessly Omnipotent aura right infront of me; telling me that I’d just started; and there was an infinite more to discover and mélange; of her divinely impeccable form… Just when my mouth thought that it’d spoken every bit of celestial goodness and inevitable badness; on the trajectory of this synergistically consecrating Universe, Came her voluptuously rain-soaked chest right infront of me; telling me that I’d just started; and there was an infinite more to discover and speak; of her fearlessly new-born freshness…. Just when my panic button thought that it’d perceived every bit of unceasingly igniting excitement; on the trajectory of this formidably resplendent Universe, Came her uncontrollably exotic dreams infront of me; telling me that I’d just started; and there was an infinite more to discover and perceive; of her enigmatically reverberating charisma… Just when my hair thought that they’d assimilated every bit of amazingly burgeoning vivacity; on the trajectory of this unrestrictedly bestowing Universe, Came her seductively dew drop studded chin right infront of me; telling me that I’d just started; and there was an infinite more to discover and assimilate; of her unconquerably untamed sensuality… Just when my palms thought they’d lived every bit of inscrutably tingling uncanniness; on the trajectory of this insuperably blossoming Universe, Came her fragrantly liberating destiny right infront

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of me; telling me that I’d just started; and there was an infinite more to discover and live; of her intrepidly tantalizing personality…. Just when my toes thought that they’d walked every bit of conceivably blessed space; on the trajectory of this spectacularly eclectic Universe, Came her invincibly inexhaustible signature; telling me that I’d just started; and there was an infinite more to discover and walk; of her ideals of unflinchingly truthful selflessness… Just when my nails thought that they’d scratched every bit of stupendously exhilarating restlessness; on the trajectory of this eternally magnificent Universe, Came her heavenly golden sweated armpits right infront of me; telling me that I’d just started; and there was an infinite more to discover and scratch; of her ebulliently unbridled femininity… Just when my bones thought that they’d imbibed every bit of aristocratically audacious fortification; on the trajectory of this boundlessly sparkling Universe, Came her Omnisciently mitigating voice right infront of me; telling me that I’d just started; and there was an infinite more to discover and imbibe; of her undaunted ideals of worldwide love and peace…. Just when my shoulders thought that they’d rejoiced every bit of spell bindingly egalitarian brotherhood; on the trajectory of this magically Omnipresent Universe, Came her innocuously impregnable soul right infront of me; telling me that I’d just started; and there was an infinite more to discover and rejoice; of her timelessly bestowing humanitarian goodness… Just when my conscience thought that it’d replenished every bit of irrefutably indomitable truth; on the trajectory of this unfathomably silken Universe, Came her indisputably transparent eyeballs right infront of me; telling me that I’d just started; and there was an infinite more to discover and replenish; of her unshakably everlasting paths of unassailable righteousness…. Just when my nostrils thought that they’d inhaled every bit of jubilantly undefeated air; on the trajectory of this interminably burgeoning Universe, Came her ever-pervading virgin fragrance right infront of me; telling me that I’d just started; and there was an infinite more to discover and inhale; of her perennially youthful existence…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh And just when my heart thought that it’d loved every bit of compassionately sacred immortality; on the trajectory of this convivially healing Universe, Came her perpetually passionate beats right infront of me; telling me that I’d just started; and there was an infinite more to discover and love; of her joyously procreating mind; soul and fearless form…. _____________________________________________________________

C’MON SHOOT ME…. C’mon shoot me in my eye; Am ready this very minute to fearlessly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of blissfully unprejudiced and timelessly garnishing; empathy. C’mon shoot me in my lips; Am ready this very minute to unflinchingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of eternally rhapsodic and unsurpassably unhindered; desire. C’mon shoot me in my chest; Am ready this very minute to unrestrictedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of fantastically symbiotic and pricelessly unbridled; humanity. C’mon shoot me in my palms; Am ready this very minute to unlimitedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of magically ameliorating and synergistically healing; friendship. C’mon shoot me in my crotch; Am ready this very minute to uninhibitedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of stupendously proliferating and endlessly eclectic; virility. C’mon shoot me in my feet; Am ready this very minute to unabashedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of poignantly sensuous and jubilantly exultating; adventure. C’mon shoot me in my shoulders; Am ready this very minute to undauntedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of triumphantly bounteous and spell bindingly ever-pervading; camaraderie. C’mon shoot me in my throat; Am ready this very minute to unremittingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of victoriously effulgent and perennially benign; melody. C’mon shoot me in my bloodstreams; Am ready this very minute to unstoppably take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of inimitably divine

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and ubiquitously compassionate; brotherhood. C’mon shoot me in my brain; Am ready this very minute to unhesitatingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of unendingly enamoring and boundlessly ecstatic; fantasy. C’mon shoot me in my veins; Am ready this very minute to spontaneously take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of unceasingly miraculous and timelessly emancipating; solidarity. C’mon shoot me in my nails; Am ready this very minute to unnervingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that inimitably innocuous and beautifully unadulterated; mischief. C’mon shoot me in my ears; Am ready this very minute to uncontrollably take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of astoundingly undefeated and piquantly fabulous; sensitivity. C’mon shoot me in my tongue; Am ready this very minute to unbendingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of vivaciously unbridled and gloriously unfettered; sensuality. C’mon shoot me in my spine; Am ready this very minute to undyingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of unconquerably burgeoning and celestially untamed; freedom. C’mon shoot me in my belly; Am ready this very minute to uninhibitedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of unfathomably vivid and tantalizingly voluptuous; seduction. C’mon shoot me in my conscience; Am ready this very minute to irretrievably take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of irrefutably indomitable and perpetually consecrating; truth. C’mon shoot me in my eyelashes; Am ready this very minute to unperturbedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of fathomlessly resplendent and limitlessly reborn; flirtation. C’mon shoot me in my nostrils; Am ready this very minute to unshakably take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of perennially iridescent and ebulliently fructifying; life. C’mon shoot me in my heart; Am ready this very minute to uncomplainingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of immortally Omnipotent and insuperably bonding; love.

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

LIKE THERE WERE AN INFINITE MORE TOMORROWS… I wanted you to kiss me on my tantalizingly svelte lips this very moment; but like there were going be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and undyingly augmenting compassion, I wanted you to kiss me on my jubilantly intrepid forehead this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and inimitably priceless understanding, I wanted you to kiss me on my exhilaratingly nubile feet this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and beautifully untainted adventure, I wanted you to kiss me on my poignantly blossoming cheeks this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and spell-bindingly inebriated flirtation, I wanted you to kiss me on my sensuously embellished eyelashes this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and profusely exemplary mischief, I wanted you to kiss me on my intricately sensitive ears this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and ebulliently enlightening whispering, I wanted you to kiss me on my irrefutably persevering sweat this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and resplendently emollient righteousness, I wanted you to kiss me on my seductively wavering nape this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and ubiquitously unending cavorting, I wanted you to kiss me on my fantastically unbridled belly this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and triumphantly unconquerable virility, I wanted you to kiss me on my ecstatically burgeoning bosom this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and victoriously unceasing fieriness, I wanted you to kiss me on my candidly emphatic eyes this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and timelessly insuperable solidarity, I wanted you to kiss me on my fearlessly unprejudiced chest this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and magically ameliorating selflessness, I wanted you to kiss me on my inexplicably

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cris-crossed palms this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and limitlessly enigmatic destiny, I wanted you to kiss me on my ravishingly titillating hair this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and vivaciously effulgent uncanniness, I wanted you to kiss me on my altruistically Spartan hands this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and eternally emancipating goodness, I wanted you to kiss me on my magnetically enticing shadow this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and indefatigably healing togetherness, I wanted you to kiss me on my blissfully rhapsodic throat this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and tirelessly proliferating mellifluousness, I wanted you to kiss me on my impeccably unimpeachable conscience this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and miraculously amalgamating truthfulness, I wanted you to kiss me on my unshakably blessed heart; this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and immortally Omnipotent love, And I wanted you to kiss me on my unsurpassably passionate nostrils this very moment; but like there going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and symbiotically humanitarian existence…. _____________________________________________________________

LOSING MY VIRGINITY… The rhapsodically untainted leaves; lost their virginity to the tantalizingly draughts of the unstoppably ecstatic and beautifully silken breeze, The indomitably ferocious Sun; lost its virginity to the evanescent beams of the spell bindingly eclectic and enchantingly blessed dawn, The triumphantly fertile earth; lost its virginity to the plodding of the vibrantly obstreperous and intrusively adulterated footsteps, The unassailably glorious mountain peak; lost its virginity to the sensuous wisps of the bountifully bestowing and celestially surreal clouds,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh The stupendously undulating sea; lost its virginity to the shimmering sands of the poignantly titillating and handsomely maverick shores, The magnanimously stupefying night; lost its virginity to the jubilant streaks of the sensuously untamed and inimitably unconquerable white lightening, The melodiously gurgling throat; lost its virginity to the poignant streams of the irrefutably transparent and seductively slippery spit, The astoundingly intricate veins; lost their virginity to the life-yielding rivulets of the ubiquitously crimson and blessedly sacrosanct blood, The royally sculptured palms; lost their virginity to the inexplicable lines of enigmatically eclectic and inevitably mystical destiny lines, The profoundly fantastic hill-slopes; lost their virginity to the exultating cascade of the blissfully ameliorating and victoriously frosty waterfall, The altruistically barren paper; lost its virginity to the coherent embellishment of the enthusiastically fulminating and literately majestic sapphire ink, The unbelievably rubicund lips; lost their virginity to the raging inferno of unstoppably fiery and fervently royal kisses, The amazingly silver web; lost its virginity to the surreptitiously tingling impression of the unprecedentedly fast and multifariously talented spider, The exuberantly blossoming rose; lost its virginity to the boisterous body of the rambunctiously raconteur and incessantly chattering bumble bee, The exhilaratingly curved road; lost its virginity to the wanton cavalcade of the indefatigably buzzing and indiscriminately marauding vehicles, The ebulliently robust cheeks; lost their virginity to the unabashed swirl of the incongruously unruly and uninhibitedly machismo beard, The fabulously emollient grassblades; lost their virginity to the beauteous sprinkling of the eternally burgeoning and timelessly golden dewdrops, The indispensably ardent nostrils; lost their virginity to the unrelenting festoon of the perennially blossoming and undyingly infallible breath, The timelessly persevering armpits; lost their virginity to the righteous fountain of unflinchingly fragrant and philanthropically egalitarian sweat,

And I; lost my virginity not just for this birth; but for an infinite more births of mine yet to unfurl; to you and no other girl but you in this entire

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fathomlessly benign Universe; O! pricelessly immortal beloved… _____________________________________________________________

THE FIRST AND 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”;

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh 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

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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” _____________________________________________________________

NO DIVIDERS The highways of sadistically unending brutality; were ghastily inundated with an infinite dividers of limitlessly indiscriminate and tyrannically lambasting hatred, The highways of anomalously manipulated lies; were hedonistically inundated with an infinite dividers of fecklessly insane and truculently pernicious reproachfulness, The highways of chauvinistically tarnished anarchy; were treacherously inundated with an infinite dividers of ignominiously demented and vindictively invidious opposition, The highways of gorily torturous death; were maliciously inundated with an infinite dividers of indescribably massacring and interminably agonizing misery, The highways of unsparingly barbarous lies; were criminally inundated with an infinite dividers of ominously pulverizing and horrifically wanton sinfulness, The highways of crazily beheading molestation; were disdainfully inundated with an infinite dividers of gruesomely opprobrious and inconsolably unsolicited suffering, The highways of deliriously inane obsession; were pathetically inundated with an infinite dividers of penuriously tormented and haplessly dithering frustration, The highways of lethally cold-blooded politics; were tawdrily inundated with an infinite dividers of never-endingly inexplicable and bizarrely slandering fear, The highways of gratuitously profane slavery; were venomously inundated with an infinite dividers of horrendously dilapidated and cadaverously evanescent oppression,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh The highways of preposterously robotic commercialism; were abhorrently inundated with an infinite dividers of sacrilegiously intolerable and wickedly debasing corruption, The highways of indolently shriveled laziness; were perennially inundated with an infinite dividers of baselessly meandering and drearily unnecessary decay, The highways of malevolently paranoid gloom; were surreptitiously inundated with an infinite dividers of interminably withering and atrociously debilitating disease, The highways of meaninglessly ungainly cowardliness; were nonchalantly inundated with an infinite dividers of unrelentingly castigating and licentiously floundering infertility, The highways of parsimoniously cursed illiteracy; were inevitably inundated with an infinite dividers of unsurpassably unforgivable and diabolically stabbing unemployment, The highways of ghoulishly lonely widowhood; were sorrowfully inundated with an infinite dividers of unfathomably obfuscated and wretchedly deteriorating belief, The highways of bawdily excoriating adultery; were immorally inundated with an infinite dividers of unforgivably beheading and endlessly amorphous cursedness, The highways of indefatigably penalizing war; were unfaithfully inundated with an infinite dividers of nonsensically uncalled and ferociously hateful bloodshed, The highways of acridly maligned betrayal; were vapidly inundated with an infinite dividers of unstoppably incarcerating and distastefully demonic darkness, Whilst the highways of pricelessly immortal and unassailably divine love; never ever had; and never ever would have; any imperiling DIVIDERS… _____________________________________________________________

A TRUE LOVER… A true lover isn’t one who fanatically chops every part of his fingers for the sake of his magical beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to invincibly fortify her blissful grip upon the limitlessly enchanting canvas of this enamoring planet; instead. A true lover isn’t one who deliriously slices every part of his brain for the sake of his eternal beloved;

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but one who perpetually uses the same to augment her resplendently spell-binding fantasies an infinite times more than planet infinity; instead. A true lover isn’t one who ruthlessly pulverizes every part of his foot for the sake of his bountiful beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to reinforce even the most evanescent element of her nimbly dwindling stride; instead. A true lover isn’t one who tyrannically blinds every part of his eye for the sake of his jubilant beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to unassailably drift her only towards the pathways of panoramically uninhibited righteousness; instead. A true lover isn’t one who diabolically slashes every part of his ear for the sake of his insuperable beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to timelessly discern all those devilish sounds that dared come near her; instead. A true lover isn’t one who sadistically knives every part of his chest for the sake of his redolent beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to compassionately sequester her against all truculent rain and storm; instead. A true lover isn’t one who cadaverously cuts every part of his veins for the sake of his effulgent beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to build bonds of unconquerably symbiotic humanity with her; instead. A true lover isn’t one who indiscriminately massacres every part of his tongue for the sake of his holistic beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to beautifully smother each bit of cynical dryness that insidiously crept into her persona; instead. A true lover isn’t one who hedonistically dries every part of his blood for the sake of his mesmerizing beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to humanitarianly reinvigorate her inevitably deteriorating body systems; instead. A true lover isn’t one who criminally squelches every part of his bones for the sake of his poignant beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to fearlessly reinforce newfound temerity in her; to face even the most uncouthly demonic aspect of life; instead. A true lover isn’t the one who barbarously axes every part of his lips for the sake of his tantalizing beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to make her feel the most desired woman on this fathomless Universe; instead. A true lover isn’t the one who meaninglessly crucifies every part of his arms for the sake of his iridescent beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to unflinchingly persevere with her in every

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh philanthropically egalitarian mission of life; instead. A true lover isn’t the one who treacherously bludgeons every part of his belly for the sake of his ardent beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to cushion her lugubriously dreary scalp in each inexplicably distressing situation of hers; instead. A true lover isn’t the one who unsparingly batters every part of his teeth for the sake of his emollient beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to chew each bit of obdurately slandering cynicism that came her way; instead. A true lover isn’t the one who horrendously beheads every part of his neck for the sake of his ecstatic beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to make her unabashedly swerve in an atmosphere of ubiquitously ameliorating equanimity; instead. A true lover isn’t the one who wretchedly aborts every part of his virility for the sake of his blessed beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to indefatigably unite with her and let the chapters of holistic proliferation continue on this planet for a countless more births yet to unveil; instead. A true lover isn’t the one who sinfully erases every part of his shadow for the sake of his altruistic beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same stupendously mollify each of her acrimoniously agitated senses; instead. A true lover isn’t the one who venomously butchers every part of his nostrils for his fabulous beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to impregnate inimitable heavens of quintessential breath into each of her dying breath; instead. And a true lover isn’t the one who idiotically kills every part of his heart for his priceless beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to immortally bond her into the passionate beats of unshakably everlasting love; instead.

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FULL STOP…. Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every ounce of diabolically demented lies; the profanely beleaguered manipulation of the tongue which was the greatest of living parasite, Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every shade of pathetically impoverished racial indiscrimination; the sanctimonious boundaries of caste; creed; color and race; which irrevocably crippled resplendent earth; for an infinite more of its destined lives, Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every act of heinously committed crime; those countless innocent screams which wafted till eternity and without the tiniest of respite, Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every gutter of commercialism from oozing its cadaverous streams; the robotically unemotional arms of sacrilegious monotony; forever crucifying the idol of divine human sensitivity, Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every insinuation of tawdrily devastating politics; the tireless mockery of priceless living beings being made; by a handful of egocentrically bald world leaders, Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every salaciously ribald desert of adulteration; foolhardily wanton human contraptions; unforgivably plundering into the unconquerable virginity of mother nature, Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every war that happens in the name of spurious religion; those boundless children who’re mercilessly orphaned; as an aftermath of abhorrently penalizing meaninglessness, Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every deliriously jinxed imagination of the sinfully satanic brain; the horrendous ramifications of inconsolably brutal bloodshed that it irretrievably led to, Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every graveyard of self inflicted decay; the morass of disdainfully unbearable obsolescence; which inexorably massacres even the most infinitesimal desire to exist, Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every ingredient of baselessly non-existent pride; the inevitably burying downfall that immediately followed it; without the slightest of innuendo, Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every shade of fecklessly livid gloom; the vindictive daggerheads of inexplicable depression; that unsparingly ripped apart even the most sacrosanct lining of the soul, Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every footstep of ludicrous insecurity; the germs of ignominiously baseless fear starting to unceasingly gobble you;

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh even before you could alight a single foot, Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every impression of dogmatic impotence; the morbidly unthinkable corpses of stagnation that arose; when you chauvinistically and selfishly conserved your seeds in your own body, Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every bit of delinquent lacklusterness on this fathomless planet; the innumerable innocuous deaths that took place every unfurling instant; in the prisons of besmirched unemployment, Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every robust tree being heartlessly felled; the most preposterously unbearable metamorphosing of every meadow of celestial green; into a crematorium of inconspicuously malicious ash, Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every breath of ominously squelching betrayal that surreptitiously eloped from the nostril; a indefatigably violent and mournfully pugnacious civilization that culminated therein, Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every anecdote of uncouthly pulverizing the unfortunately poor; erecting castles of worthless gold on the foundations of unimpeachably truthful humanitarian blood, Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every submissive defeat infront of the unjustly marauding devil; those uncountable moments of castrated imprisonment whilst surrendering; whereas the head should only bow down on the feet of the Omnipotent Creator, And then; immediately after every FULL STOP that you put; start each new sentence of your symbiotically redolent and benign life; afresh and majestically replenished with the blessings of the Omnipresent Creator and the magical words of “Immortal Love”

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RETURN RUNNING BACK Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Destiny” in the most enchantingly celestial of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this boundless Universe; only to the periphery of the rustically bohemian palms, Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Smile” in the most spell bindingly opulent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this fathomless Universe; only to the peripher of the altruistically compassionate lips, Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Empathy” in the most beautifully unassailable of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this limitless Universe; only to the periphery of the synergistically twinkling eye, Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Hunger” in the most magically untainted of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this colossal Universe; only to the periphery of the tirelessly impoverished stomach, Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Truth” in the most jubilantly mesmerizing of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this gigantic Universe; only to the periphery of the synergistically burgeoning conscience, Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Fantasy” in the most victoriously unfettered of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this interminable Universe; only to the periphery of the uninhibitedly gifted brain, Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Humanity” in the most astoundingly sparkling of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unceasing Universe; only to the periphery of the symbiotically enchanting veins, Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Strength” in the most fantastically emollient of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this endless Universe; only to the periphery of the blessedly venerated soul, Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Perseverance” in the most fabulously scintillating of

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this insuperable Universe; only to the periphery of the righteously perspiring armpits, Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Adventure” in the most enthrallingly undying of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this poignant Universe; only to the periphery of the nimbly dancing feet, Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Optimism” in the most indisputably pristine paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this Herculean Universe; only to the periphery of the fearlessly advancing stride, Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Ecstasy” in the most gloriously bewitching of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unlimited Universe; only to the periphery of the intricately nubile skin, Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Melody” in the most amazingly glistening of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unsurpassable Universe; only to the periphery of the wonderfully vivacious throat, Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Artistry” in the most resplendently enigmatic of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unbridled Universe; only to the periphery of the magnetically embellished fingers, Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Sensitivity” in the most adorably effervescent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this ebullient Universe; only to the periphery of the bounteously unimpeachable ears, Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Mystery” in the most vibrantly virile of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unbelievable Universe; only to the periphery of the tranquilly ameliorating shadow, Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Sensuality” in the most iridescently redolent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this interminable Universe; only to the periphery of the eternally fiery nostrils, Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Humility” in the most ubiquitously proliferating of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this impregnable Universe; only to the periphery of the harmoniously obeisant neck, And try as hard as you could. But even if you placed

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“Love” in the most incredulously bedazzling of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this magical Universe; only to the periphery of the immortally throbbing heart….

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INEVITABLY AND BOUND TO… When two pairs of lips came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either compassionately smooched each other; or stab each other with daggerheads of maliciously prejudiced contempt, When two pairs of eyes came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either flirtatiously wink at each other; or burn each other with the fires of unceremoniously atrocious and unlimited vindication, When two pairs of brains came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either unite together to fantasize in the mists of eternal paradise; or plot against each other; the most demonically sinister corpses of hell, When two pairs of feet came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either tirelessly adventure and exultate together; or kick each other with the maelstroms of chauvinistically imprisoned ego; reigning haplessly supreme, When two pairs of nails came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either unitedly carve the most spell-bindingly artistic pathways of symbiotic hope; or uncontrollably scratch each other; till they felt every other color singularly metamorphose into the color of gory blood, When two pairs of palms came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either amalgamate together into the bonds of perennially unflinching camaraderie; or acridly slap each other; the most resoundingly intolerable slaps of racial hatred, When two pairs of ears came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either timelessly discern even the most infinitesimal iota of sensitivity in the celestial atmosphere; or pretend horrendously deaf to even the most sorrowfully ghastliest of each other’s cries, When two pairs of bloodstreams came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either unassailably coalesce to give birth to an entire new

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh river of impregnable humanity; or wage indiscriminately terrorizing war with each other till even centuries after the end of their destined time, When two pairs of shoulders came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either philanthropically bond to ameliorate every echelon of abjectly suffering living kind; or inexorably assert thunderclaps of ignominious rebuke against each other; until both unanimously crumbled towards threadbare ground, When two pairs of fingers came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either poignantly sketch every vein of panoramically unfettered beauty on this Universe; or deliberately poke at each other’s ribs like the worst of foes, When two pairs of tongues came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either profusely lick at each other till their hearts content; or spit the most sacrilegiously wanton streams of delirious spit; upon each other’s face, When two pairs of bellies came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either sensuously bask in the unlimited glory of tantalizing touch; or disastrously try and pummel each other; well beneath ostensibly robust layers of soil, When two pairs of shadows came in close proximity; they were inevitably and bound to; either blissfully mélange in a cistern of unparalleled velvety softness; or surreptitiously try and trick each other into a mortuary of dreadfully profane chicanery, When two pairs of armpits came in close proximity; they were inevitably and bound to; either honesty persevere till the most impregnable epitomes of truthfully humanitarian success; or vengefully try to wring each other’s integrity; with the ghoulishly castrated odor of corruption, When two pairs of cheeks came in close proximity; they were inevitably and bound to; either mischievously blush to the most unconquerably profound shades of crimson; or forever try and taint each other with the scars of disparaging infidelity, When two pairs of spines came in close proximity; they were inevitably and bound to; either ignite into an inferno of unstoppably jubilant desire; or venomously whiplash at each other; like the lethal scorpions ominous tongue, When two pairs of nostrils came in close proximity; they were inevitably and bound to; either perennially bond in the invincible entrenchment of magical breath; or hedonistically hiss at each other the winds of inconsolably cadaverous abhorrence, When two pairs of mouth’s came in close proximity; they were inevitably and bound to; either interminably

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suck at each other’s sweetness; or satanically blurt an infinite volley of abuses at each other without the tiniest of respite, But when two pairs of heart’s came in close proximity; they were inevitably and bound to; only immortally bond in the beats of unshakably priceless friendship; only immortally gallop through the skies of amiably inseparable belonging; and only limitlessly love; love and unconquerably love…. _____________________________________________________________

THE SIGNATURE OF IMMORTAL LOVE… The shadow of the palm was inevitably and of course once again; another bountifully humanitarian and innocuous palm. This shadow was unbelievably Herculean; boundlessly stretched; and indefinably elongated. The shadow of the eyelid was inevitably and of course once again; another mischievously fluttering and blessed eyelid. This shadow was unbelievably Herculean; unbelievably stretched; and indefinably elongated. The shadow of the ear was inevitably and of course once again; another astoundingly sensitive and immaculate ear. This shadow was unbelievably Herculean; boundlessly stretched; and indefinably elongated. The shadow of the lip was inevitably and of course once again; another poignantly beautiful and gorgeous lip. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and indefinably elongated. The shadow of the leg was inevitably and of course once again; another intrepidly exhilarating and galloping leg. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and indefinably elongated. The shadow of the cheek was inevitably and of course once again; another robustly ecstatic and blushing cheek. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and indefinably elongated. The shadow of the neck was inevitably and of course once again another symbiotically maneuvering and nubile neck. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated. The shadow of the shoulder was inevitably and of course once again another philanthropically altruistic

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh and unflinching shoulder. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated. The shadow of the belly was inevitably and of course once again another sensuously tantalizing and virile belly. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated. The shadow of the scalp was inevitably and of course once again another indefatigably fantasizing and royal scalp. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated. The shadow of the nail was inevitably and of course once again another irascibly scratching and unabashed nail. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated. The shadow of the chest was inevitably and of course once again another bounteously sculptured and titillating chest. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated. The shadow of the tooth was inevitably and of course once again another jubilantly fortified and obdurate tooth. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated. The shadow of the spine was inevitably and of course once again another voluptuously tingling and reverberating spine. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated. The shadow of the hip was inevitably and of course once again another impeccably spongy and cushioned hip. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated. The shadow of the bone was inevitably and of course once again another impregnably fearless and tenacious bone. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated. The shadow of the Adams apple was inevitably and of course once again another triumphantly dancing and sprightly Adams apple. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated. The shadow of the nostril was inevitably and of course once again another fierily passionate and indispensable nostril. This shadow was unbelievably large; boundlessly stretched; and preposterously elongated. Whilst the shadow of the heart was in no way and once again the passionately palpitating heart. Infact it was; is and forever would be the most Omnipotent shadow culminating on this fathomless earth; known and chanted an infinite times by one and all dead and alive; as the ultimate “SIGNATURE OF IMMORTAL LOVE”

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I WANTED TO BE UNCONQUERABLY SURE… I really didn’t possess even the most infinitesimal of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of vivaciously enthralling and stupendously proliferating life, I really didn’t possess even the most ethereal of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of gloriously nubile and ecstatically amazing life, I really didn’t possess even the most oblivious of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of resplendently triumphant and timelessly ameliorating life, I really didn’t possess the even most parsimonious of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of unflinchingly indomitable and fearlessly blessing life, I really didn’t possess even the most fugitive of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of beautifully redolent and symbiotically undefeated life, I really didn’t possess even the most transient of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of tirelessly rejuvenating and ebulliently winning life, I really didn’t possess even the most evanescent of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of jubilantly enthralling and stupendously eclectic life, I really didn’t possess even the most mercurial of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of fragrantly unassailable and Omnisciently benign life, I really didn’t possess even the most transient of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of beautifully unceasing and eternally ameliorating life, I really didn’t possess even the most obliterated of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of handsomely unconquerable and celestially uplifting life, I really didn’t possess even the most evaporating of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of effulgently rhapsodic and interminably fathomless life, I really didn’t possess even the most non-existent of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of unbelievably mesmerizing and incredulously royal life, I really didn’t possess even the most disappearing of

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of benevolently humanitarian and supremely spell-binding life, I really didn’t possess even the most dilapidated of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of fantastically enamoring and vibrantly poignant life, I really didn’t possess even the most cloistered of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of victoriously showering and insuperably unprejudiced life, I really didn’t possess even the most ephemeral of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of indomitably felicitating and eternally harmonious life, I really didn’t possess even the most inane of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of majestically parading and undyingly burgeoning life, I really didn’t possess even the most vanishing of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of bountifully blossoming and holistically impregnable life, Wholesomely contrary to the above; I wanted to be unconquerably sure every instant of my destined life; that whenever I died; whenever the Omniscient Creator had written the signature of inevitable death in my existence; it happened and solely happened; on the feet of none else; but my timelessly insuperable and perpetual beloved…. _____________________________________________________________

ALL OF HER…. What if I had to choose between the two of them; her ravishingly ecstatic eyelashes; or her vivaciously brazen hair; which timelessly blew towards the eternally blissful cosmos? What if I had to choose between the two of them; her seductively redolent lips; or her philanthropically altruistic palms; which tirelessly disseminated the essence of unprejudiced humanity? What if I had to choose between the two of them; her enigmatically enamoring destiny lines; or her intrepidly dancing feet; which tirelessly bustled with the spell-binding chimes of life ? What if I had to choose between the two of them; her

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piquantly discerning nose; or her merrily flapping ears; which were astoundingly sensitive to even the most infinitesimal whisper of sound? What if I had to choose between the two of them; her selflessly symbiotic veins; or her fearlessly indomitable bones; which weathered even the most sadistically ghastliest of attack? What if I had to choose between the two of them; her indefatigably innovative brain; or her majestically dimpled chin; which timelessly radiated into an unparalleled gorge of invincible pricelessness? What if I had to choose between the two of them; her unabashedly artistic fingers; or her unconquerably golden perspiration; which limitlessly wafted solely the fragrance of divine righteousness? What if I had to choose between the two of them; her sensuously inebriating nape; or her jubilantly chattering tongue; which reverberated to an infinite tunes of ebulliently victorious existence? What if I had to choose between the two of them; her voluptuously nubile skin; or her impeccably sparkling teeth; which masticated not even an infidel iota more than what was profoundly necessary? What if I had to choose between the two of them; her mischievously uninhibited nails; or her unsurpassably enchanting voice; which perennially silenced even the most hedonistically vindictive of maelstroms? What if I had to choose between the two of them; her unfathomably bewitching footsteps; or her lusciously bewildering lips; which ignited insuperably undying fires even in the most hopelessly deadened of waters ? What if I had to choose between the two of them; her undauntedly philanthropic chest; or her royally peerless blood; which perpetually diffused the religion of unassailable humanity; in every quarter of this fathomless Universe? What if I had to choose between the two of them; her inimitably proliferating virility; or her triumphantly dancing Adams apple; which triggered unlimited rivulets of mysticism; in even the most tyrannically robotic heartlessness? What if I had to choose between the two of them; her wonderfully tantalizing belly; or her compassionately untainted bosom; which altruistically imparted warmth to every haplessly dying organism? What if I had to choose between the two of them; her victoriously sacrosanct forehead; or her inscrutably tingling shadow; which perpetuated the brain to fathom beyond the realms of infinite infinity? What if I had to choose between the two of them; her effervescently beaming cheeks; or her impeccably undefeated signature; which unceasingly transcended over every trace of the hedonistically devouring

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh devil? What if I had to choose between the two of them; her daintily silken toes; or her emphatically passionate eyes; which harbored unprecedented empathy in them; for every tangible echelon of benign living kind? What if I had to choose between the two of them; her magnetically electric spine; or her fierily unbridled breath; which timelessly nourished the fabric of this enchanting Universe; with the unshakable spirit of humanity? What if I had to choose between the two of them; her beautifully ecstatic saliva; or her ardently throbbing heart; which radiated nothing else but the beats of immortal love; to every perceivable cranny of this unending Universe? Well I would neither choose this nor choose that; overwhelmingly differentiating and giving more importance to one part of her bountifully venerated body over another; instead I would perpetually and unabashedly choose every part of her stupendously virile form; perpetually choose ALL OF HER…

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O! OMNISCIENTLY FLAWLESS BELOVED…. The night obviously seemed incredulously titillating to me; but its voluptuously inscrutable magnetism wholesomely created an infinite unabashed goosebumps on my skin; only when you were sitting beside me; O! eclectically beautiful beloved, The sands obviously seemed gloriously glistening to me; but their uninhibitedly undaunted exhilarated wholesomely metamorphosed every ounce of my monotony into a festoon of unparalleled charisma; only when you were sitting beside me; O! insuperably benevolent beloved, The deserts obviously seemed boundlessly captivating to me; but their unsurpassable grandeur wholesomely tingled every dormantly lackadaisical arena of my brain; only when you were sitting beside me; O! Omnisciently flawless beloved, The forests obviously seemed endlessly bewildering to me; but their profoundly tantalizing mysticism wholesomely ignited my most fantastically uncurbed desires; only when you were sitting beside me; O! triumphantly ubiquitous beloved,

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The rose obviously seemed poignantly scarlet to me; but its stupendously mesmerizing scent wholesomely reached my nostrils; only when you were sitting beside me; O! everlastingly unflinching beloved, The sea obviously seemed fabulously undulating to me; but its uninhibitedly tangy spray; wholesomely sank into each of my veins; when you were sitting beside me; O! magically ravishing beloved, The rain obviously seemed ever-pervadingly bounteous; but its tantalizingly amazing virility wholesomely became a quintessential ingredient of each of my symbiotic blood drop; only when you were sitting beside me; O! redolently celestial beloved, The wind obviously seemed passionately embracing to me; but its miraculously ameliorating softness wholesomely bewitched each of my frazzled nerve; only when you were sitting beside me; O! ravishingly effulgent beloved, The mountains obviously seemed indomitably fearless to me; but their ingeniously impregnable valor wholesomely fortified every single of my bone; only when you were sitting beside me; O! unbelievably panoramic beloved, The meadows obviously seemed tranquilly resplendent to me; but their timelessly victorious softness wholesomely caressed every nubile patch of my skin; only when you were sitting beside me; O! perpetually benign beloved, The soil obviously seemed copiously blossoming to me; but its limitlessly unhindered virility wholesomely replenished each of my inexplicably diseased senses; only when you were sitting beside me; O! eternally sacrosanct beloved, The Sun obviously seemed blazingly fiery to me; but its unconquerably Omnipotent rays wholesomely enlightened even the most oblivious trifle of negative energy in me; only when you were sitting beside me; O! interminably jubilant beloved, The bumble bee obviously seemed indefatigably chattering to me; but its ecumenically mellifluous nectar wholesomely soothed the inferno of unprecedented frustration in me; only when you were sitting beside me; O! ecstatically charming beloved, The oysters obviously seemed inimitably priceless to me; but their gorgeously unfettered sparkle wholesomely enlivened the corpse of dead desire in me; only when you were sitting beside me; O! undyingly effervescent beloved, The trees obviously seemed vivaciously windy to me; but their surreptitiously fascinating rustle wholesomely dissolved into even the most intangible corner of my eardrum; only when you were sitting beside me; O! regally invincible beloved,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh The rainbow obviously seemed indefinably spectacular to me; but its handsomely flirtatious shimmer wholesomely cavorted with every advancing footstep of mine; only when you were sitting beside me; O! bountifully spell-binding beloved, The moon obviously seemed marvelously majestic to me; but its innocuously synergistic cisterns of milk wholesomely cuddled me in my times of extremely sacrilegious duress; only when you were sitting beside me; O! Omnipotently blessed beloved, The snowflakes obviously seemed fabulously priceless to me; but their amazingly seductive swirl wholesomely rejuvenated each of my agonizingly thwarted veins; only when you were sitting beside me; O! tirelessly Omnipresent beloved, And the heart obviously seemed passionately palpitating to me; but its unassailably endless beats wholesomely cast their immortal spell upon every unveiling instant of my impoverished life; only when you were sitting beside me; O! effulgently scintillating beloved….

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IF ONLY I COULD WIN EVERY HEART I hadn’t the most infinitesimal of desire to conquer the planet with the power of sacrilegious wealth; but if only I could win every symbiotically throbbing heart on this fathomless Universe with the balm of immortal love; then I’d consider each element of my signature to be perpetually blessed… I hadn’t the most ephemeral of desire to conquer the planet with the power of satanic wealth; but if only I could win every blissfully throbbing heart on this boundless Universe with the rainbow of immortal love; then I’d consider each of my footsteps; to be perpetually blessed… I hadn’t the most infidel of desire to conquer the planet with the power of diabolical wealth; but if only I could win every celestially throbbing heart on this gigantic Universe with the sky of immortal love; then I’d consider each word that I uttered; to be perpetually blessed… I hadn’t the most evanescent of desire to conquer the planet with the power of treacherous wealth; but if only I could win every bountifully throbbing heart on

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this colossal Universe with the meadow of immortal love; then I’d consider each blooddrop of mine; to be perpetually blessed… I hadn’t the most fugitive of desire to conquer the planet with the power of incarcerating wealth; but if only I could win every effulgently throbbing heart on this interminable Universe with the tree of immortal love; then I’d consider each smile that I diffused; to be perpetually blessed… I hadn’t the most insouciant of desire to conquer the planet with the power of marauding wealth; but if only I could win every harmoniously throbbing heart on this endless Universe with the rainshowers of immortal love; then I’d consider each globule of my sweat; to be perpetually blessed… I hadn’t the most obsolete of desire to conquer the planet with the power of indiscriminate wealth; but if only I could win every jubilantly throbbing heart on this unceasing Universe with the seeds of immortal love; then I’d consider each reflection of mine; to be perpetually blessed… I hadn’t the most disappearing of desire to conquer the planet with the power of cold-blooded wealth; but if only I could win every beautifully throbbing heart on this limitless Universe with the lanterns of immortal love; then I’d consider each voluntary and involuntary reflex of mine; to be perpetually blessed…. I hadn’t the most absconding of desire to conquer the planet with the power of wanton wealth; but if only I could win every humanitarianly throbbing heart on this unbelievable Universe with the flames of immortal love; then I’d consider each fantasy of mine; to be perpetually blessed… I hadn’t the most receding of desire to conquer the planet with the power of tawdry wealth; but if only I could win every victoriously throbbing heart on this unbridled Universe with the bonds of immortal love; then I’d consider each nimble bone of my mine; to be perpetually blessed… I hadn’t the most dormant of desire to conquer the planet with the power of non-existent wealth; but if only I could win every passionately throbbing heart on this unfettered Universe with the winds of immortal love; then I’d consider each pathway that I traversed; to be perpetually blessed… I hadn’t the most decrepit of desire to conquer the planet with the power of vindictive wealth; but if only I could win every poignantly throbbing heart on this synergistic Universe with the sea of immortal love; then I’d consider each sound that I heard; to be perpetually blessed… I hadn’t the most remotest of desire to conquer the

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh planet with the power of devilish wealth; but if only I could win every wonderfully throbbing heart on this fathomless Universe with the atmosphere of immortal love; then I’d consider each patch of flesh; to be perpetually blessed… I hadn’t the most obfuscated of desire to conquer the planet with the power of remorseful wealth; but if only I could win every fantastically throbbing heart on this effervescent Universe with the mist of immortal love; then I’d consider each mission of mine; to be perpetually blessed…. I hadn’t the most evaporating of desire to conquer the planet with the power of wretched wealth; but if only I could win every benevolently throbbing heart on this undefeated Universe with the wand of immortal love; then I’d consider each line of my destiny; to be perpetually blessed… I hadn’t the most mercurial of desire to conquer the planet with the power of sinful wealth; but if only I could win every compassionately amiable heart on this unassailable Universe with the syrup of immortal love; then I’d consider each pore of my skin; to be perpetually blessed… I hadn’t the most crumbling of desire to conquer the planet with the power of sadistic wealth; but if only I could win every bounteously untainted heart on this mesmerizing Universe with the epitomes of immortal love; then I’d consider each dormitory of my soul; to be perpetually blessed… I hadn’t the most extinguishing of desire to conquer the planet with the power of murderous wealth; but if only I could win every fantastically unhindered heart on this astounding Universe with the apogees of Immortal love; then I’d consider each of my breath; to be perpetually blessed…. And I hadn’t the most teeniest of desire to conquer the planet with the power of bawdy wealth; but if only I could win every spell-bindingly liberated heart on this panoramic Universe with the paradise of immortal love; then I’d consider each beat of my impoverished chest; to be perpetually blessed….

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GREEDY When I stood on the summit of the fabulously fathomless valley; feasting on beams of majestically pearly moonlight; as it kissed the trees and the untamed wilderness, I was greedy for plunging into it head on; romancing with each leaf submerged in a blanket of dewdrops; and the enthralling breeze as my ultimate savior… When I irrevocably stuck in the disdainfully claustrophobic traffic; the cacophonic horns and unruly smoke nearly asphyxiating me to veritable death, I was greedy for possessing ebullient wings to fly; soaring high in the clouds; in an entrenchment of poignant beauty and seductive enchantment…. When I was stranded on the sands of the sweltering desert; being tyrannically lambasted by whirlwinds of turbulent dust, I was greedy for tantalizing globules of crystal water; frantically groping in the tumultuous maelstrom; as acrid whips of mud obfuscated my vision in entirety… When I was engulfed by perpetual silence; the ghastly graveyards of solitude strangulating the very essence of exuberance from my soul, I was greedy for a stupendously melodious voice; miraculously pacifying my unfathomable terrain of wounded nerves; with sounds of bliss and untamed happiness…. When I sat on the doorstep of the appetizing kitchen; a boundless ocean of salubrious scent indefatigably titillating my famished nostrils, I was greedy for rhapsodic morsels of insatiably delicious food; transiting me perennially into a sky of heavenly slumber… When I was on the gloriously scintillating sea shores; the incomprehensibly tangy waves teasing me every now and again with their unrelenting festoon of charismatic froth, I was greedy for a heartily voracious swim; wading across the turbulently choppy froth; into a world of bountifully ravishing excitement…. When I was in the unfathomably dark dungeons; tornado’s of alluring mysticism; tingling my impoverished countenance from all sides, I was greedy for intransigent encounters with spell binding enigma; the hissing of the voluptuous reptiles; catapulting me into a land above exotic paradise… When I was in the impeccable lap of my mother; her sacrosanct palms dawdling away all the tensions of my

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh manipulatively monotonous life, I was greedy to be an immaculate child once again; incessantly frolicking in her compassionate warmth; bonding with her celestial spirit for decades immemorial… And when I was close to your chest; the tirelessly passionate beating of your heart; granting me the astronomical privilege to live for an infinite more lives, I was greedy for love; immortally blending my breath with your heart; mind; body and soul; to make me the richest entity living; and even after death perpetually alive…

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YOUR IMMORTAL SLAVE When my love was on your hair; it lingered in overwhelming fascination; of your majestic exuberance drifting royally with the compassionate winds, When my love was on your forehead; it bonded with threads of your sacred imagery; the mesmerizing fantasies that revolved in your mind, When my love was on your eyebrows; it moved subtly like a crown princess; everytime you raised them to quell; the innocent quandaries of your life, When my love was on your eyelashes; it frolicked like a new born child; relinquishing all apprehensions of the uncouthly manipulative society, When my love was on your eyes; it eyes; it witnessed the extraneous earth outside; as the most unsurpassably divine mission of existence, When my love was on your nose; it coined new definitions of an optimistic tomorrow; feeling stronger than any entity alive; in the swirl of your impregnable breath, When my love was on your cheeks; it mischievously philandered in the mountains of desire; profusely astounded by your seductive flurry of crimson blushes, When my love was on your lips; it learnt the ultimate kiss of its life; exploring the rhapsodic periphery and the fabulous pink; to the most insatiable of its heart’s content, When my love was on your teeth; it felt more secure than the impregnable fortress; as you clenched them into your immaculate smile,

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When my love was on your throat; it romanced in the tunes of stupendously melodious enchantment; wholesomely lost in the cadence of unfathomably unending ecstasy, When my love was on your Adams apple; it rejoiced in boundless moments of ebullient survival; felt like a freshly born infant; bouncing incessantly in the lap of its mother, When my love was on your shoulders; it admired your indefatigably perseverance to be the absolute best; uninhibitedly lending your shoulders to the service of all humanity, When my love was on your hands; it intricately traced the enigmatic lines of destiny on your impeccable palms; bonding with their philanthropic spirit for centuries unprecedented, When my love was on your soul; it felt the closest to God on this Universe; drowning in a world of benign beauty and mankind, When my love was on your chest; it coalesced perpetually with your passionately thundering heart; utterly spell bound by the irrefutably righteous voice of your conscience, When my love was on your belly; it titillated itself beyond the boundaries of untamed control; as you swished your ravenous visage; to ignite fireballs of yearning in the morbidly dwindling night, When my love was on your legs; it relentlessly marched towards the kingdom of goodness; pulverizing all diabolical demons which came its way, When my love was on your reflection; it perennially felt the richest possession alive; embracing all on this Universe; as a united breeze of blissful existence, And when my love was on your feet; it became your immortal slave; not only for this birth; but for infinite more life’s and death you were destined to breathe; you were definite to come… _____________________________________________________________

YOU DON’T NEED TO TEACH You don’t need to teach the voluptuous blanket of clouds; to torrentially rain, You don’t need to teach the seductively alluring rose; to disseminate its scent ubiquitously across the fathomless Universe, You don’t need to teach the desert sands; to be blistering hot; indefatigably throughout their life,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh You don’t need to teach the oceans to handsomely swirl; undulate charismatically as each instant unfurled, You don’t need to teach the slithering bodied snake; to ominously inundate the atmosphere with its flurry of volatile hisses, You don’t need to teach the spider to spin its web; weave of silken sheath of astounding wonder; within lightening seconds of time, You don’t need to teach the Sun to poignantly blaze; deluge every cranny of this famished planet; with exuberant energy and Omnipotent shine, You don’t need to teach the frogs to croak; bounce in ebullient euphoria through mesmerizing puddles of rain, You don’t need to teach the resplendently alluring Moon; to blossom into pearly rays of enchantingly milky shine, You don’t need to teach the menacingly gleaming crocodiles; to pulverize their prey into countless pieces of delicious chowder, You don’t need to teach the bird to handsomely fly; soar like a majestic prince amidst the silken carpet of clouds; for times immemorial, You don’t need to teach the lids to flirtatiously wink; pop down in subtle insinuations to philander and romance, You don’t need to teach the winds to drift; casting their exotic spell and unprecedented melody; upon each organism that they encountered in their way, You don’t need to teach the conscience to be irrefutably righteous; stringently annihilate; even the most minuscule traces of the lecherously bad, You don’t need to teach the fish to magnificently swim; stay with astounding equanimity and stupendous poise; even in the heart of rampantly deep sea, You don’t need to teach seeds to sprout into gigantic trees; incredulously proliferate the gifts of nature; to perennially continue the chapter of tangible existence, You don’t need to teach avalanches of ice to tantalizingly melt; diffuse into a stream of ravishing water and supreme contentment, You don’t need to teach truth to emerge as the ultimate winner; uniting one and all alike on this planet; in the bond of philanthropic peace and love, You don’t need to teach a new born child to cry; enlighten every bit of gloomily dreary manipulation in the air; with its wonderfully rhapsodic voice, And you don’t need to teach the heart to immortally love; dedicate each of its beats to the entity it loved; in each birth that it got a chance to throb once again…

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DON’T LOVE ME LIKE THAT Don’t keep glimpsing at me like that; flirtatiously winking your eyelashes; towards my impoverished countenance; every now and again, Or else I would hug you insatiably till times beyond eternity; keeping you incarcerated in the realms of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and ever and ever… Don’t keep teasing me like that; tantalizing me like the twinkling stars; as you trespassed past my shivering skin; every now and again, Or else I would whisk you beyond a land more mesmerizing than paradise; with each of your senses intermingled in mine; keeping you incarcerated in the realms of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and ever and ever… Don’t keep smiling at me like that; seducing me into your web of titillating fantasy; as you evaded me like the drifting clouds; every now and again, Or else I would surrender all my worldly possession at your divinely feet; romance with you perennially in the fabulous clouds; keeping you incarcerated in the realms of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and ever and ever… Don’t keep enticing me like that; shimmering like the fading rays of the voluptuously magnificent Sun; on my eyeballs; every now and again, Or else I would entangle you in my arms as fireballs of thunder descended from the sky; keeping you incarcerated in the realms of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and ever and ever… Don’t stare at me like that; poignantly casting a spell of unconquerable compassion; upon my dreary soul; every now and again, Or else I would caress each cranny of your immaculately sparkling skin; drown myself in your enchanting visage; keeping you incarcerated in the realms of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and ever and ever… Don’t whisper to me like that; sporadically disappearing and then taking my breath away; with your ravishing belly; every now and again, Or else I would drown myself for everlasting eternity in the melody of your enthralling sound; keeping you incarcerated in the realms of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and ever and ever… Don’t keep encircling me like that; stinging each of my dwindling nerves; beyond the summit of untamed mysticism; every now and again,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh Or else I would blend with your rhapsodic shadow like an famished beggar; keeping you incarcerated in the realms of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and ever and ever… Don’t intimidate me like that; piercing me wholesomely with the insatiable volcano’s of yearning in your blood; every now and again, Or else I would irrevocably bond with you in threads of perpetual matrimony; coalescing completely with your righteous conscience; keeping you incarcerated in the realms of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and ever and ever… And don’t love me like that; appeasing my every desire like a celestial angel from the heavenly skies; every now and again, Or else I would simply forget to die; immortally existing in the walls of your eternal soul; keeping you incarcerated in the realms of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and ever and ever…

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LOOKING FOR LIFEPARTNERS Some wanted her to be extravagantly rich; disposing wealth wholeheartedly with both hands; adorning the most stupendously grandiloquent jewels on her countenance, Some wanted her to be sanctimoniously beautiful; overshadowing every other entity on this Universe; with her blushing vanity and flamingo pink, Some wanted her to be more melodious than the nightingale; pacifying their monotonous juggernaut of ghastly apprehensions; blissfully all night and day, Some wanted her to march forward with the times; transgressing against the most Herculean in power; with insatiable ambition lingering in her eyes, Some wanted her to be a nimble bodied squirrel; confining and sequestering herself; in the realms of profuse tradition; far away from the lecherous eyes of the chauvinistic society, Some wanted her to be a tool to procreate their generations; be indispensably instrumental in evolving a living replica of their own kind, Some wanted her to cook ravishingly appetizing meals incessantly round the clock; appease their diabolical gluttony to the most unprecedented limits,

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Some wanted her to keep their abodes immaculately clean; affording them a world of ostentatious serene and spotless calm, Some wanted her to indefatigably their inferno of lustful desire; give them the everlasting happiness of their lives, Some wanted her to be gorgeously tall; tantalizing them into a tornado of fantasy; which transcended each crescendo over the fathomless sky, Some wanted her to be catty eyed; deluging their impoverished existence with mountains of charismatic mysticism and enigmatic charm, Some wanted her to be utterly dumb; an object of irrefutable timidity; upon which they lambasted upon their ocean of devilishly dictatorial commands, Some wanted her to be incredulously influential; tirelessly blending with pompously inflated party culture; winning the most formidable in the world with her; spuriously scented slang, Some wanted her to be an invincible fortress; behind whom they could hide and save their skins; in the most torrentially treacherous of attacks, Some wanted her to be an uninhibited comedian; infiltrating vividly through their despairing agony; with her unending repertoire of spell binding jokes and humor, Some wanted her to be immensely educated; virtually acquiring all the degrees in the world; to support them and their insurmountably augmenting commandment of gargantuan family, Some wanted her to be an inborn artist; majestically sketching their ludicrous visages; portraying their manipulative smile at its best to the outside world, Some wanted her to be profoundly rustic; transiting them back into their timeless rudiments; passionately inhaling their impressions of their ancient kind, Some wanted her to be overtly focussed; inspiring them every unleashing second in life; uplifting their bulky bodies from the ground; everytime they felt disastrously exhausted to walk, Some wanted her to be a versatile Doctor; curing them of their inexplicable grave of dwindling disease; applying the balm of her medicine and love on their commercial wounds, Some wanted her to be a mesmerizing psychic; forecasting their glorious destinies accurately at each step; alleviating them from the stinking pile of rubble and inconspicuous ash, Well some wanted her like this; While some wanted her like that, While frankly speaking; it really didn’t matter to me; even if she was deaf; dumb; blind; maimed; short; thin as a bone or disdainfully fat; as long as she harbored

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh the ideals of philanthropic humanity in her every breath; or to simply put it as long as my life partner was simply human…..

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THE FIRST THING; THE ONLY THING When I opened my eyes; the first thing that they sighted in this entire Universe; was your charismatically mesmerizing shadow, While after I fell fast asleep; the enigma in your swirl was the only wave that profusely entrenched me; wholesomely blending with your enthralling beauty for times immemorial… When I opened my hands; the first thing that they caressed in this entire Universe; was your magnetically enchanting skin, While after I clenched them into a passionate fist; the only memories that they cherished were your impeccably vibrant impressions; which granted them the unfathomable tenacity to philander for times beyond eternity… When I opened my lips; the first thing they kissed in this entire Universe; were your voluptuously rubicund cheeks, While after I austerely pursed them; the only reason that they smiled for; were your emphatically vivacious expressions; the everlasting melody which emanated from deep within your throat… When I opened my nostrils; the first thing that I inhaled in this entire Universe; was your enticingly ravishing and stupendously drifting scent, While after I perpetually closed them; the only optimism they harbored was your Omnipotently augmenting aura; lost in its mystical charm for infinite more births yet to unveil… When I opened my hair; the first thing that I imbibed in this entire Universe; was your impregnably unending conviction, While after I clamped them into an incarcerated heap; the only excitement that they could absorb was the tingling rhapsody of your breath; making them steer into a land of silken beauty and ecstatic enthrallment… When I opened my ears; the first thing that they heard in this entire Universe; were your divinely footsteps; exuberantly thundering through the wilderness,

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While after I pulverized them to stone deaf; they only maneuvered to your flurry of exotic commands; turning wholesomely oblivious to the tunes of the uncouthly manipulative society… When I opened my mouth; the only thing I could savor in this entire Universe; was your insatiably proliferating and alluring freshness, While after I stringently clenched it; the only power that propelled me to exist without a morsel of food; yet as the strongest organism alive; was your astoundingly philanthropic benevolence… When I opened my mind; the first thing that I fantasized was about your Omnipresently Godly soul, While after I ruthlessly shut it down; the only dream it unrelentingly perceived was that of your sacrosanct visage; which cast a perennial spell; upon every element in my blood for boundless times… And when I opened my heart; the first thing that it relentlessly throbbed for on this entire Universe; was the cadence of your intriguingly passionate persona, While after I irrevocably closed its doors; the only thing it immortally lived for; was your uninhibited love; forever and ever and ever…. _____________________________________________________________

UNCONQUERABLE LOVERS The most acrimonious of thorns came and went; trying their best to metamorphose impeccable sight into a wall of ghastly darkness, But we still stayed immortally together; staring profoundly at each other; lost in a stupendously ravishing enthrallment of our own… The most ominous of mental barriers came and went; incessantly endeavoring; to uncouthly exhaust the reservoir of spell binding fantasy, But we still stayed immortally together; rolling in exhilarated tandem on the slopes; drowning in a world of everlasting titillation and supreme sensuousness… The most bloody battles came and went; brutally slaughtering countless in the swirl of their malicious hatred, But we still stayed immortally together; impregnably secure in our passionately divine embrace; coalescing our breath more poignantly with each other; as each second unveiled… The most treacherously sinister storms came and went;

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh ferociously devouring innocent; before eventually masticating them to infinitesimal ash, But we still stayed immortally together; sleeping fearlessly under the resplendently twinkling stars; with our fingers astoundingly interlocked; as the first ray of Sun kissed the horizons… The most diabolical of witches came and went; stealthily targeting to cast a web of dwindling doom; as the evening bonded with the heart of midnight, But we still stayed immortally together; compassionately kissing on the sea shores; propelling our ecstasy levels to caress; an ebulliently untamed crescendo… The rain of crippling sorrow came and went; trying to indefatigably imprison; in chains of lecherous extinction, But we still stayed immortally together; sighting nothing but the reflection of our perpetual relationship; in every object we sighted; in every dream we conceived… The norms of the monotonously conventional society came and went; insidiously aiming to separate; using all the power in this Universe, But we still stayed immortally together; profusely lost in admiring the unfathomable beauty evolved by Almighty lord; wholesomely oblivious to the mundanely manipulative vagaries of this planet… The hideous hooded terrorists came and went; murderously blasting blissful civilizations with insurmountable hatred in their souls, But we still stayed immortally together; seductively tracing the boundless pores of our bodies; persevering under the flamboyantly golden Sun; to enrich ourselves with the true spirit of life… And the chapters of life and death came and went; giving birth to infinite; at the same time snatching billions in their inevitable swirl, But we still stayed immortally together; taking birth as many times as this earth was born again; only as unconquerable lovers…. _____________________________________________________________

NOBODY Nobody could have loved rain more on this entire Universe; than the horrifically scorching and miserably slavering desert sands, Nobody could have loved a child more on this entire Universe; than its magnanimously sacrosanct mother,

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Nobody could have loved grass more on this entire Universe; than the timid horned and adorably nimble cow, Nobody could have loved milk more on this entire Universe; than the freshly born impeccable infant; wailing like an angel in its cradle, Nobody could have loved clouds more on this entire Universe; than the royally soaring flight of the majestic eagle, Nobody could have loved light more on this entire Universe; than the despairingly stinking and morbidly dilapidated dungeons, Nobody could have loved victory more on this entire Universe; than the immortal soldier fighting to save his motherland, Nobody could have loved flowers more on this Universe; than the boisterously buzzing and philandering humming bee, Nobody could have loved the silvery web more on this Universe; than the enigmatically dancing golden spider, Nobody could have loved reflection more on this Universe; than the pellucid glass of the incredulously scintillating mirror, Nobody could have loved nostalgia more on this Universe; than the man about to bond with veritable brink of wholesome extinction, Nobody could have loved the well more on this Universe; than the handsomely croaking frog; bouncing as water pelted down from the sky, Nobody could have loved sight more on this Universe; than the perpetually blind; stumbling at each step; even in the most flamboyantly brilliant of sunshine, Nobody could have loved fantasy more on this Universe; than the insatiably dreaming artist; profusely entrenched in the mesmerizing beauty of this planet, Nobody could have loved the Moon more on this Universe; than the enchanting stillness of the seductively rhapsodic night, Nobody could have loved compassionate fires more on this Universe; than sorrowfully trembling avalanches of frozen ice, Nobody could have loved the tree trunk more on this Universe; than the flirtatiously ambling and delectably footed squirrel, Nobody could have loved dawn more on this Universe; than the fervently anticipating cockerels; dying to inundate the atmosphere with their flurry of rambunctious sound, Nobody could have loved the night more on this Universe; than the somberly mystical and starry eyed; grandfather owl, Nobody could have loved loved more on this Universe;

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh than all those orphaned and trembling with their shattered destinies on; appallingly stone-hearted streets, And nobody could have loved you more on this Universe; than my ardently thundering heart; which had you and only you; as it’s sole fantasy; as it’s perpetual and ultimate cry….

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SIGNING YOUR HEART I wanted to embellish your poetic eyelashes; with the voluptuous excitement that lingered profusely on each pore of my impoverished skin, I wanted to deluge your mesmerizing hair; with the passionate moisture embracing my fervently trembling palms; wanting to mystically explore each arena of your exotic body, I wanted to adorn your ravishing lips; with the insurmountable festoon of compassionate kisses; lingering deep within my seeking soul, I wanted to paint your impeccable cheeks; with unfathomable reservoir of artistry in my mind; with every design of captivating enthrallment that I could envisage on planet earth, I wanted to beautify your adorable neck; with the poignant swirl of my philandering shadow; indefatigably waiting all night and day; for your magical caress, I wanted to bedeck your mischievous ears; with the irrefutably righteous voice of my conscience; looking for solace in your divinely countenance; since times immemorial, I wanted to consecrate your sacrosanct forehead; with the scarlet blood in my veins; perpetually desiring to save you from even the most inconspicuous of evil; loitering in the atmosphere, I wanted to inundate your spell binding brain; with the essence of philanthropic mankind; wanting to serve dwindling humanity; with your perennial camaraderie always by my side, I wanted to garland your heavenly feet; with the unprecedented devotion in each cranny of my demeanor; wanting to be your slave for infinite more births; yet to unveil,

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I wanted to grace your tantalizing belly; with the stamp of my everlasting exuberance; augmenting rhapsodically above the boundless sky; each time I witnessed you pass by, I wanted to embroider your delectable fingers; with euphoric caresses of my untamed adventure; eternally romancing with your incredulous glory; in the aisles of uninterrupted desire, I wanted to gratify each of your titillating senses; with the balm of my insatiable longing; incarcerating you forever in the web of never ending desire, I wanted to enlighten your sensuously volatile shoulders; with the explosive magnetism in each of my nerve; wanting to tumultuously entangle with your magnanimously charismatic visage, I wanted to enrich your marvelously scented fragrance; with the flurry of enigmatic echoes that ardently diffused from my sound; frolicking with you till beyond the summit of ultimate ecstasy, I wanted to pamper your every boisterous command; with the Herculean strength of my muscle; transporting you to the most remotest places you wanted; within the most feeble wink of your eyes, I wanted to glorify your gorgeously melodious voice; with the magic that uttered from my flaming breath; igniting tremors of unparalleled mystique in your; delightfully fascinating persona, I wanted to fortify your enchanting existence; with each invincible element of my form; forcibly snatching you from realms of veritable death; to march with the astonishingly beautiful tomorrow, And I wanted to sign your Omnipotent heart; with the immortal seal of my love; which inevitably made us the most blissful entities alive; ubiquitously spreading a wave of happiness in all organisms engulfed with hopeless sadness; in all destitute and despairing eyes… _____________________________________________________________

I INVITE YOU Don’t just see the voluptuous mascara adhering to the eyelashes; the seductive fountain of enticement which lingered on the lids, I invite you to witness the stupendous beauty in the eyes; the unparalleled empathy they harbored for all fraternity of living kind; instead …. Don’t just see the sleazy color encapsulating tantalizing skin; the vain fairness which spuriously

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh glistened under artificial light, I invite you to witness the warmth that it provided to every fraternity of religion on earth; the uninhibited compassion it disseminated in impoverished dwindling on bare soil; instead … Don’t just see the bombastic splash of cheap lipstick exotically kissing the lips; propelling them to look more titillating than the fairies, I invite you to witness the infernos of invincible passion which they ignited; instilling omnipotent traces of vital life in people well beneath their graves; instead …. Don’t just see the sanctimonious garland of jewels embellishing slender fingers; the gold which attracted the most heinously lecherous towards their baseless opulence, I invite you to witness the magnanimous help they rendered to those without the most infinitesimal iota of sight; alighted impeccable orphans towards the corridors of a blissful beginning; instead … Don’t just see the overwhelmingly sensuous oil that besieged bulging muscles; the insurmountable battalion of whistles it evoked; as it entrenched the fairer sex in waves of absolute enthrallment, I invite you to witness the formidable resilience which they harbored in their bones; their intrinsically augmenting die hard tenacity to save their motherland; instead … Don’t just see the pompous scent which cast its lackadaisical essence in the atmosphere; miserably withering to overpower even an inconspicuous whisker of God’s beauty created, I invite you to witness the golden shower of persevering perspiration dribbling from the armpits; fostering the spirit of true hard work; the true colors of vivacious life; instead … Don’t just see the ostentatiously corrupt dye inundating scalp; like a ridiculously shoddy fabric from all sides, I invite you to witness the mesmerizing swish of marvelous hair; the happiness which they impregnated in disastrously famished lives; instead … Don’t just see the nonchalant bombardment of polished slang; the worthless juggernaut of alien accent; in a desperate attempt to catapult above cloud nine, I invite you to witness the most irrefutably truthful voice of the soul; which annihilated all misery and suffering from planet earth forever; instead… And don’t just see the unfathomably ludicrous festoon of clothes on the body; slithering pathetically to make an impact more vociferous than torrential cloudbursts of heavenly rain, I invite you to witness the most wonderful product of

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God’s evolution; the sacrosanct and passionately palpitating immortal heart; instead…

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MY ROYAL RHYTHM Your blissful happiness; was my impregnable bridge to transgress upon for centuries immemorial; even after I had died, Your inexplicable anguish; was my invincibly augmenting revolution; to massacre every trace of malice from the trajectory of this colossal planet, Your mesmerizing smile; was my insurmountable tenacity to trigger brilliant beams of optimistic light; in a tunnel engulfed with macabre darkness, Your philanthropic fragrance; was my incessant source of inspiration to ubiquitously disseminate the essence of mankind; to the most remotest corners of this planet, Your poignant empathy; was my Herculean fortitude to assist my fellow comrades; in moments of deplorably dwindling distress, Your enchanting reflection; was my unprecedented fervor to incarcerate the stupendously alluring beauty of this gigantic universe; within the whites of my eye, Your heavenly footsteps; were my unsurpassable strength to propel forward; exhilaratedly embrace every obstacle in life; until I succeed, Your lecherous defeat; was my overwhelming ardor to extricate the seeds of manipulative diabolism from their very ignominious roots; behead them with the sword of irrefutable righteousness, Your enlightening essence; was my sole tool to dedicate my entire life; profoundly towards nurturing and harboring the gift of perennial love, Your valiant victory; was my astronomical conviction; which didn’t buckle the slightest; even under the most invidiously tumultuous of storm, Your melodious voice; was my overpowering exuberance to exist; even with my visage dreadfully sunken beneath the ghastly corpse, Your discerning senses; were my unconquerable waves of prudence; in sagaciously discriminating between the good and the ominously bad, Your unfathomable innocence; was my everlasting

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh reservoir of strength to survive and bear; amongst an uncouth battalion of blood sucking tangible beings, Your never dying spirit; was my Omnipotent whirlwind to blossom like a magnificently glorious lotus; from a pile of tragically smoldering ash, Your explicitly candid expressions; were my cloudbursts of daunting audacity; even when hanged like an orphaned pig; on the hideously menacing gallows, Your majestic sweat; was my tunnel of unrelenting endeavor; the insatiable compassion in my eyes; to metamorphose god’s planet once again; into a wonderful paradise, Your impeccable conscience; was my undefeated bonding with love which grew more and more fortified; even as the boundless expanse of sky treacherously blended with mundane earth, Your Omniscient breath; was my sacred chapter of divinely life; unveiling into an incredible myriad of new vistas every minute; making me live an infinite exotic lives; in each desire of mine, And your immortal heart; was my royal rhythm to love; live; embrace; transcend and perpetually reign supreme over every devil that lingered in air; over every bad that dared…. _____________________________________________________________

YOUR IMMORTAL BEATS There were infinite voices that lingered in this Universe; some as tangy as the vivacious oceans; while some blew more hoarser than the volatile dragons, But your mesmerizing tunes were the only ones I heard; catapulting me into the rhapsodically divine land of the God’s…. There were infinite hair that floated in this Universe; some as hideously obdurate as the pigs skin; while some more tantalizing than the ultimate of seductresses, But your ravishing follicles were the only ones which tickled every iota of my entire demeanor; making me perpetually dream even in the most chaotic pandemonium besieging me from all sides…. There were infinite lips that kissed in this Universe; some as blunt as miserably squashed tomato curry; while some more voluptuous than the contours of the milky moon, But your uninhibited smiles were the only ones which

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triggered in me blistering infernos till the sky; giving me a new mission to exist; at every fading footstep of mine… There were infinite shadows that fluttered in this Universe; some as mystical as the ethereal mirages; while some more tumultuously effusive than the chattering peacocks, But your majestic reflection was the only one which cast an impregnable spell upon my countenance; as I found myself in the land of ultimate paradise; every time I rattled up from deep sleep… There were infinite eyes that revolved in this Universe; some as seducing as the angels bouncing in the cosmos; while some more silent than morbid stones strewn rampantly near the corpse, But your gloriously royal eyelashes were the only ones I sighted; propelling me to incessantly flirt; nostalgically drifting me back into those moments once again; when I was an innocuous child… There were infinite hands that philandered in this Universe; some as magnetic as the lotus’s caress; while some more pugnaciously harder than the toughest of bricks, But your immaculate fingers were the only ones which impregnated in me the tenacity to defend; rise up to every occasion and obstacle in monotonously pragmatic life… There were infinite skins that stimulated in this Universe; some as impeccable as flawless cow’s milk; while some more vibrant than the unfathomable battalion of swarming bees, But your alluring flesh was the only one which titillated me beyond realms of unlimited eternity; making me desire above all the wonderful beauty profusely deluging this planet… There were infinite breaths that weaved in this Universe; some as fiery as the volcano’s swirling frenziedly towards the clouds; while some more serene than the magnificently cushioned waters of the placid lake, But your heavenly fragrance was the only one which I wholeheartedly inhaled; instilling in me the insurmountable capacity to live a thousand lives; in a single lifetime… And there were infinite hearts that palpitated in this Universe; some as rhythmic as the wonderfully cascading waterfalls; while some more passionate than the flamboyant rays of the golden Sun, But your immortal beats were the only ones which had bonded with mine even centuries before I was born; infact the sole reason that I was breathing blissfully

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh today; staring death in its face; and yet alive…

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DO YOU WANT TO KNOW??? Do you want to know why your lips had a smile; coyly blushed as the sky blended wholesomely with the color of the moon? Ask the passion that fulminated from my countenance; wanting to profusely encapsulate them in the swirl of magnetic desire… Do you want to know why your eyes twinkled violently; casting an impregnable spell on every object; they lay their impeccable sight on ? Ask the rays of unprecedented desire that infiltrated from all directions into my blood; making me posses you more than the breath I lived…. Do you want to know why your shadow stretched till times beyond eternity; slithering wildly towards the realms of absolute submission? Ask the tunes of tumultuous agony which emanated from my soul; wanting to bond with your spirit for times immemorial… Do you want to know why your tongue felt insatiably thirsty; even after consuming fathomless droplets from the spell binding river ? Ask the overwhelming blanket of sensuousness that profoundly enveloped my flesh; desiring to caress you for centuries unsurpassable; even after the planet had come to an abrupt standstill… Do you want to know why your hair swished in torrential fury; even though there wasn’t the most inconspicuous iota of wind in the placidly frigid atmosphere? Ask the rubicund mellow that insurmountably entrenched my palms; wanting to coalesce with each of your ravishing senses; till there seemed no difference between the royal night; and the austerely sweltering day… Do you want to know why your feet trespassed unrelentingly on land;; even when the most invincible of stalwarts had faded into remotely diminutive wisps of dilapidated oblivion? Ask the compassionate whirlwind which swept through my veins; drawing each contour of your visage inevitably

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towards my famished demeanor… Do you want to know why your mind fantasized relentlessly above the land of incomprehensible infinity; drowning in all the mesmerizing beauty that constituted the surface of this wonderful planet? Ask the dream that perpetually encompassed my persona even under brilliantly flaming rays of the Sun; igniting fireballs of longing in each molecule of doom that lingered in the air… Do you want to know why your nostrils breathed fountains of alluring fire; seeming alive as the most possessive of entities on the carpet of voluptuously chocolate brown soil? Ask the tremors of unconquerable mystique that arose from my eyelashes; wanting to incarcerate every cranny of your body in the avalanche of bountiful excitement…. And do you want to know why your heart palpitated more vociferously than the entire Universe; even after you had relinquished your last trace of tangible breath? Ask the boundless love that hovered intransigently in my mind; body and soul; the love that was immortally yours till the time you were breathing; the love that snatched you back from the heavens; even after you died…

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NO CHANCE FOR TIME TO SPEAK We hardly had the time; to know each other’s name; the fraternity of religion that the tyrannically conventional society had maliciously placed us in, We hardly had the time; to conceive each other’s fantasies; the compassionately seductive whirlpool of thoughts that circumscribed our tantalizingly nimble brains, We hardly had the time; to gauge each other’s destinies; the inscrutable configuration of lines on our palms which perhaps held the key to our enigmatically future lives, We hardly had the time; to impregnably embrace each other; uninhibitedly feel the profoundly unconquerable sensuousness; embedded in our pristinely impeccable skins,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh We hardly had the time; to perceive each other’s humorous instincts; the uncannily ludicrous clown in our demeanor’s; that sporadically usurped our souls, We hardly had the time; to write marathon epic’s of poetry about each other; artistically swishing our articulate fingers; in unlimitedly due admiration of our majestic senses, We hardly had the time; to wink at each other; timelessly flirt and philander in euphorically effervescent youth; through the perennially effulgent rivers and hills, We hardly had the time; to pamper each other’s ego; profusely garnish every cranny of our countenance with the vividly panoramic goodness of the gigantic planet; around, We hardly had the time; to clandestinely date each other; intrepidly elope on bare horseback skins; to the most exhilaratingly rhapsodic crannies of the erotically wild and deciduous forests, We hardly had the time; to surreptitiously mischief with each other; unabashedly pull at our hair and rubicund chin; to bountifully cherish the fruits of eternally exuberant youth, We hardly had the time; to gloriously triumph our presence; ebulliently rejoice to the most unprecedented limits; hand in hand; dancing under the iridescently milky moon, We hardly had the time; to fathom each other’s families; the societal status; prestige and relationships that our parent’s had tenaciously assimilated; in the destined tenure of their lives, We hardly had the time; to ecstatically laugh and cry; poignantly engross our personalities in an unfathomable myriad of humanitarian emotions; exploring the brilliantly sensitive side of life, We hardly had the time; to enchantingly mesmerize each other; insuperably cast the incantation of our magically unadulterated innocence; upon our fervently dancing nerves, We hardly had the time; to unsurpassably thank each other; for our celestially miraculous interaction; at a rambunctious corner of an contumaciously disheveled street, We hardly had the time; to romanticize the essence of life; unassailably clasping our hands till times beyond eternal eternity; under Omnipotently spell binding rays of the afternoon Sun, We hardly had the time; to speak our heart out; timelessly listen to the insides of our chests; palpitating more passionately than the annals of extraordinarily benign paradise, We hardly had the time; to comprehend each other’s ambitions; the stupendously enamoring missions that we

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wanted to embark upon in the chapter of our beautifully blissful life, O! Yes; Believe it or not; we really didn’t find time for doing anything of any sort; as the very first instant that we witnessed each other; the beats of our hearts and soul unconquerably bonded in the garland of immortal love; our lives became one by the grace of the Omniscient Divine; without giving time the tiniest of chance to speak or intervene….

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THE GREATEST HONOR FOR ME It was the greatest honor for me on this fathomless planet; to forever close my lids after sighting the whites of your majestically impeccable eyes, As in them I regally found the vividly panoramic beauty of this fathomless Universe; for infinite more births of mine yet to unveil… It was the greatest honor for me on this spell-binding planet; to forever close my lips after tasting the sweetness of your sensuously effulgent cheeks, As in them I immaculately found the rhapsodically unending triumph of this gigantic Universe; for infinite more births of mine yet to unveil… It was the greatest honor for me on this limitless planet; to forever close my ears after hearing the inimitably unconquerable ebullience in your mellifluously sacrosanct voice, As in it I unceasingly found the irrefutably impregnable righteousness of this indomitable Universe; for infinite more births of mine yet to unveil… ‘ It was the greatest honor for me on this boundless planet; to forever close my palms after caressing your divinely sweet fingers, As in them I euphorically found the eternally everlasting companionship of this gargantuan Universe; for infinite more births of mine yet to unveil…. It was the greatest honor for me on this unbelievable planet; to forever close my mind after profoundly absorbing myself into your timelessly emollient fantasy,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh As in it I incomprehensibly found the tantalizingly astounding iridescence of this endless Universe; for infinite more births of mine yet to unveil…. It was the greatest honor for me on this inexhaustible planet; to forever close my veins after worshipping just an infinitesimal ingredient of your insuperably humanitarian blood, As in it I immutably found the jubilantly symbiotic fragrance of this redolently burgeoning Universe; for infinite more births of mine yet to unveil…. It was the greatest honor for me on this victorious planet; to forever close my feet after kissing the paths that you unflinchingly traversed on, As in them I unshakably found the scent of fearlessly altruistic truth of this blessing Universe; for infinite more births of mine yet to unveil…. It was the greatest honor for me on this ebullient planet; to forever close my nostrils after feeling your perpetually cascading and altruistically volatile breath, As in it I invincibly found the royal throne of undefeated life of this venerated Universe; for infinite more births of mine yet to unveil…. And it was the greatest honor for me on this magnetic planet; to forever close my heart after perennially bonding with your magnanimously benign beats, As in them I irretrievably found the enthralling sky of endlessly miraculous love; for infinite more births of mine yet to unveil… _____________________________________________________________

JUST BECAUSE Just because somebody calls the compassionately breathing rose a pathetically dilapidated gutter; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its stupendously perennial fragrance, Just because somebody calls Omnipotently dazzling Sun a cadaverous hell of abysmal darkness; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its unconquerably blistering flamboyance, Just because somebody calls the impregnably luminescent mountains an inanely frigid mosquito; doesn’t mean that they wholesomely lose all their

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indomitably endless temerity and unflinchingly peerless strength, Just because somebody calls the majestically fathomless deserts a lividly wounded traitor; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its blazingly coruscated and timeless splendor, Just because somebody calls the seductively dancing nightingale an acrimoniously ballistic thorn; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its enchantingly everlasting and poignantly mesmerizing melody, Just because somebody calls the voluptuous cloud an evaporating graveyard of abhorrently insipid nothingness; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its unprecedented whirlpool of heavenly sensuousness, Just because somebody calls the mystically undulating wave a prison of disastrously truculent monotony; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its vivaciously exhilarating and unfathomable tanginess, Just because somebody calls the wonderfully titillating and emolliently crafted poetry an infinitesimal trash can of hyperbolic adjectives; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses its ubiquitously everlasting essence of unfettered friendship, Just because somebody calls the unbelievably pristine pearl a tawdrily molested corpse of unthinkable profanity; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its royal resplendence and exotically titillating charm, Just because somebody calls the flight of uninhibitedly untainted freedom a maliciously lambasting chain of hedonistically perverted slavery; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its celestially altruistic fortitude, Just because somebody calls the lap of the unconquerably sacrosanct mother an insidiously gratuitous carcass; doesn’t mean that that it wholesomely loses all its perpetually subliming effulgence and inimitable glory, Just because somebody calls the vividly ebullient rainbow in the boundless sky a lackadaisically venomous scorpion rotting in the dungeons of bizarre isolation; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its regally unsurpassable ocean of timeless enthrallment, Just because somebody calls the wind of beautifully egalitarian symbiotism an indiscriminately cold-blooded eunuch tyrannically marauding every conceivable trace of life in vicinity; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its pricelessly bountiful religion of humanity, Just because somebody calls the wails of the

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh immaculately wailing infant an apocalypse of murderous doom; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its spell bindingly insuperable innocence and godly mischief, Just because somebody calls the united fabric of eternal living kind an orphaned stone forlornly fretting on the vagrantly obsolete streets; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its unshakably Omnipotent aura and undefeatable companionship, Just because somebody calls the iridescently blossoming seed a curse on the trajectory of this eclectic planet; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its unassailably ecstatic freshness, Just because somebody calls the silken sensuality of paradise a devilish ghost invidiously permeating the hindside; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its indefatigably vibrant aristocracy and inexhaustibly Omniscient aura, Just because somebody calls the sword of patriotically unchallengeable truth a dolorously disparaging coward retreating back into his egregiously worthless shell; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its unceasing bravery and Omnipresent exhilaration, Just because somebody calls the chapter of endlessly bestowing life an amorphously stuttering oblivion of treacherous death; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its astoundingly indomitable and miraculous proliferation, And just because somebody calls our unequivocally immortal love a manipulatively sinful compromise; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its perpetually bonding beats and magnetically humanitarian swirl…

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FOR ME For all in the colossal Universe it was simply a shriveled pathway of; deadened twigs and incongruously mangled leaves, But for me it was more sacred than all holiness majestically circumscribing the atmosphere; as her divinely feet had blissfully walked upon it; just an instant ago…. For all in the gigantic Universe it was simply an inconspicuously waif stream; ludicrously drying as the austerity of the midday Sun increased even an

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infinitesimal trifle, But for me it was more heavenly than the walls of resplendently blessed paradise; as her bountifully enthralling lips had sipped water from it; just an instant ago…. For all in the fathomless Universe it was simply a sordidly ramshackle house; disdainfully embroiled in the wrath of miserably remorseful desolation since centuries unprecedented, But for me it was more priceless than the blood compassionately gushing through my veins; as her miraculously humanitarian silhouette had wandered in it; just an instant ago… For all in the unceasing Universe it was simply a lifelessly beleaguered stone; being ruthlessly kicked left; right and center by a juggernaut of aliens as time rapidly unraveled, But for me it was more insuperable than every conceivable power of the sky; as her iridescently godly palms had fondled it; just an instant ago… For all in the mesmerizing Universe it was simply a cadaverously barren canvas; amorphously fretting in a mist of inconsolable loneliness, But for me it was more beautiful than the entire beauty of this panoramic beauty compounded together; as the whites of her impeccable eyes had stared at it; just an instant ago… For all in the magnetic Universe it was simply a deranged bit of disillusioned sheepskin; painstakingly withering with even the most diminutive draught of wind pounding it on the jagged slopes, But for me it was more ardent than the vibrant electricity of this entire earth; as she had worn it on her enchantingly effulgent skin; just an instant ago…. For all in the Herculean Universe it was simply a lackadaisical flower; forlornly shutting its petals at the onset of blackness; and shedding them like nine-pins at the tiniest innuendo of storm, But for me it was more fragrant than all righteousness that radiated from this globe; as she had cast her invincibly peerless shadow upon it; just an instant ago…. For all in the limitless Universe it was simply a whiff of evanescently exhaling air; that punctuated the atmosphere like countless more of its kind, But for me it was more unconquerable than the spirit of timelessly godly existence on this mesmerizing earth; as she had inhaled it and made it her enchanting breath; just an instant ago… And for all in the boundless Universe it was simply a worthless beat that randomly floated in the arid

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh winds; purposelessly swirling around without any ostensible rhythm or rhyme, But for me it was more charismatic than the chapter of mystically endowing life; as she had immortally made it the perennial love of her heart; just an instant ago….

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WILL “ I LOVE YOU” EVER DO ??? Will a spuriously ludicrous armory of cadaverously artificial teeth ever do; instead of the perpetually real and resplendently philanthropic smile ? Will a listless godown of debasingly artificial twigs ever do; instead of the beautifully real and enigmatically exhilarating forest ? Will a monotonously tyrannical lexicon of boundlessly artificial words ever do; instead of the timelessly real and fantastically ebullient poetry ? Will an obnoxiously robotic geyser of listlessly artificial water ever do; instead of the wonderfully real and ingratiatingly charismatic waterfall ?: Will the lugubriously deadened stacks of ridiculously artificial wool ever do; instead of the enchantingly real and compassionate amiable sheep ? Will the disdainfully mechanical arms of the emotionlessly artificial clock ever do; instead of the majestically real unfurling of the mesmerizing day and inscrutably tantalizing night ? Will the dolorously invidious air of the bombastically artificial air-conditioner ever do; instead of the blissfully real and poignantly swirling storm ? Will the monstrously demonic and flamboyantly artificial aircraft ever do; instead of the invincibly real and brilliantly unassailable apogee of the indomitable mountains ? Will the manipulatively chiseled and erroneously artificial idol ever do; instead of the Omnipotently real and everlastingly unconquerable Creator divine ? Will the lackadaisically whimpering and hedonistically artificial currency coin ever do; instead of the timelessly real and invincibly priceless spirit of Omnipresent truth ? Will the snobbishly flickering and dastardly artificial bulb ever do; instead of the indomitably real and fathomlessly ubiquitous rays of the Godly Sun

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? Will the commercially decrepit and sleazily artificial feature film ever do; instead of the regally real and fragrantly bountiful anecdotes of mystically unleashing life ? Will an unscrupulously unsavory and pugnaciously artificial pandemonium of robotic lines ever do; instead of the effulgently real and spell bindingly eclectic artist’s sketch ? Will the unceremoniously programmed and imperturbably artificial armor ever do; instead of the unflinchingly real and altruistically immortal soldier ? Will vindictively colored and bawdily artificial ice-cream ever do; instead of the handsomely real and ebulliently glistening avalanches of frosty ice ? Will parsimoniously mundane and egregiously artificial edifices ever do; instead of the ecstatically real and vividly mysterious interiors of the voluptuously titillating caves ? Will the brutally fudged and repugnantly artificial discotheque music ever do; instead of the insuperably real and irrefutably marvelous voice of the eternal conscience, Will the murderously choked and penuriously artificial oxygen cylinder ever do; instead of the sensuously real fabric of Omnisciently quintessential breath ? And will the infinitesimally ethereal and transiently artificial words “ I Love you ” ever do; instead of the celestially real and universally bonding beats of the fearlessly divine heart ?

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YET INSIDE The most cataclysmically decimating atmosphere might be perpetually silent; with the only palpable sounds around being those of celestially sleeping organisms; outside, Yet Inside; uncontrollably vicious maelstroms of frenetic desperation arose in my soul; without your beautifully symbiotic voice; O! Eternal beloved… The most thunderously roaring of sky might be unbelievably calm; with not even the most mercurial speck of thunder and tempestuous lightening flashing around; outside, Yet Inside; every ingredient of my blood

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh hedonistically died a death more ghastlier than veritable death; without your impeccably bestowing eyes; O! Priceless Beloved… The most uninhibitedly adventurous sea might be imperturbably snoozing; with not even the tiniest wave bobbing upon its fathomlessly undulating periphery; outside, Yet Inside; every bone of my impoverished body; was slowly and slowly deteriorating into infinitesimally vituperative nothingness; without your majestically blessing palms; O! Heavenly Beloved… The most miraculously radiating of stars might be blissfully resting; with not even the most ethereal of twinkle mischievously emanating from their tranquilly altruistic countenance; outside, Yet Inside; devastating fires of hell were cold-bloodedly charring the fabric of my holistic existence; without your stupendously enamoring and vividly tantalizing lips; O! Omnipotent Beloved…. The most melodiously captivating nightingales might be nimbly humming themselves and their kin into invincible siesta; with the tapestry of the handsomely starless evening gradually setting in; outside, Yet Inside; apocalypses of hapless retribution were fulminating intransigently in every pore of my conscience; without your philanthropically endowing fragrance; O! Bountiful Beloved…. The most ferociously penalizing fireball of Sun might have abjured for the day; bidding a regally transient adieu to the firmament of the exhilaratingly enchanting cosmos; till the rising of the next dawn; outside, Yet Inside; relentlessly truculent whiplashes of inexplicably bizarre agony pierced every quarter of my truncated demeanor; without your spellbindingly mystical dance; O! Unassailable Beloved… The most brilliantly unprecedented epitomes of the mountains might have humbly surrendered to the mist of the seductively emollient clouds; peacefully fantasizing and drifting into the realms of insuperably glorious paradise; outside, Yet Inside; brutally barbarous cleavers sadistically knifed through even the most evanescent trace of my happiness; without your everlastingly effulgent aura; O! Timeless Beloved…. The most piquantly stinging stalks of chili might have succumbed to the gorgeously serenading raindrops; losing even the most minuscule iota of poignant consciousness to the sensuously ravishing droplets of mother nature; outside, Yet Inside; the thorns of unfathomably unceasing depression snapped the fangs of my torturous existence more vociferously every unfurling instant; without

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your symbiotically benign essence; O! Mellifluous Beloved…. And the most hedonistically marauding of Dinosaurs might be synergistically snoring; with even the most robustly titillating of ambrosia failing to make the slightest of indentation on their reverie; outside, Yet Inside; the corpses of cadaverously venomous meaninglessness stabbed me beyond the threshold of ultimate despair and loneliness; without your immortally blessing love; O! Omnipresent Beloved…

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GIVE ME DEATH INSTEAD Give me death instead; the most gloriously charismatic venom wholesomely snapping the fangs of my torturously truncated existence, Give me death instead; the most handsomely spotless fabric of amorphous white; wholesomely sealing the outlet of my bizarrely decrepit existence, Give me death instead; the most royally fantastic of reprieve; wholesomely demolishing even the most diminutive speck of exhilaration from my insipidly lackadaisical existence, Give me death instead; the most fascinatingly silent seduction; wholesomely making me abjure even the most capricious trace of my disgustingly perfidious worldly existence, Give me death instead; the most blissfully permanent rest; wholesomely extinguishing even the sinful chapter of my ghoulishly bedraggled existence, Give me death instead; the most celestially everlasting comfort; wholesomely diminishing my form forever and ever and ever from the textbooks of my egregiously manipulative existence, Give me death instead; the most unbelievably mute fading; wholesomely swiping the reigns of my idiosyncratically insane existence, Give me death instead; the most fragrantly ultimate standstill; wholesomely massacring the remorsefully fleeting wind of my existence, Give me death instead; the most eventually deciding signature on life; wholesomely decimating the ominous crux of my forlornly lambasting existence, Give me death instead; the most finally submissive

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh consequence; wholesomely vanquishing even the most ethereally mercurial trace of prejudiced pain dreadfully circumscribing my cadaverous existence, Give me death instead; the most ubiquitously final closure; wholesomely annihilating even the most infidel iota of my penuriously blood-sucking existence, Give me death instead; the most unavoidably unalterable authority; wholesomely conquering even the most parsimoniously depraving wind of my parasitically besmirched existence, Give me death instead; the most concluding connotation of life; wholesomely devastating even the most whimsical knot of my nonchalantly pugnacious and sadistically crucifying existence, Give me death instead; the most irrefutable sign of extinction; wholesomely snatching even the most frigid whisker of my uxoriously sodomizing and vindictively ballistic existence, Give me death instead; the most ingratiatingly dreamless sleep; wholesomely finishing even the most fecklessly stingy desire of my worthlessly malevolence and debilitatingly dastardly existence, Give me death instead; the most explicitly truthful desecration of life; wholesomely assassinating the dungeons of my cannibalistically distraught and murderously sinful existence, Give me death instead; the most miraculously astounding way to reach heaven/hell; wholesomely trampling even my inconspicuously disoriented and politically maiming existence, And it is my humble request to you O! Almighty Lord to give me a death more invidiously gory than the most treacherously punitive of death instead; but please don’t give me salaciously abysmal betrayal; please don’t give me the most immortal love of my life for just an instant; and then betrayal for the remainder of my destined time…

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ATLEAST DON’T FORGET I won’t mind it the slightest if you forever choose to wholesomely forget my innocuously adorable face; explicitly proclaiming it to the entire Universe;

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as a maligned gutter with streaks of hedonistic black; instead, I won’t mind it the slightest if you forever choose to wholesomely forget my redolently masculine palms; audaciously proclaiming them to the entire Universe; as ghoulishly begging bowls of vindictively victimizing prejudice; instead, I won’t mind it the slightest if you forever choose to wholesomely forget my mischievously twinkling eyes; invidiously proclaiming them to the entire Universe; as disastrously orphaned dustbins of bizarrely amorphous white; instead, I won’t mind it the slightest if you forever choose to wholesomely forget my bountifully silken hair; salaciously proclaiming them to the entire Universe; as parsimoniously abhorrent and frigidly blood-sucking parasites; instead, I won’t mind it the slightest if you forever choose to wholesomely forget my unflinching camaraderie; satanically proclaiming it to the entire Universe; as an obnoxiously fretful corpse of sadistically gory betrayal; instead, I won’t mind it the slightest if you forever choose to wholesomely forget my lusciously rubicund lips; demonically proclaiming them to the entire Universe; as a trashcan of sleazily lackluster and uxoriously forlorn invectives; instead, I won’t mind it the slightest if you forever choose to wholesomely forget my mystically magnetic ears; barbarously proclaiming them to the entire Universe; as egregious molehills of cadaverously stagnating and lugubriously wretched feces; instead, I won’t mind it the slightest if you forever choose to wholesomely forget my insurmountably unceasing devotion; bewitchingly proclaiming it to the entire Universe; as an agonistically murderous reflection of devastating hell; instead, I won’t mind it the slightest if you forever choose to wholesomely forget my tantalizingly seductive sweat; ominously proclaiming it to the entire Universe; as a raucously desolate pool of venomously betraying crime; instead, I won’t mind it the slightest if you forever choose to wholesomely forget my eclectically exotic poetry; beguilingly proclaiming it to the entire Universe; as unprecedentedly threadbare gibberish which eventually lead to

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh the gallows of treacherous extinction; instead, I won’t mind it the slightest if you forever choose to wholesomely forget my mellifluously enchanting voice; unceremoniously proclaiming it to the entire Universe; as a dying pig’s dastardly decaying groan; instead, I won’t mind it the slightest if you forever choose to wholesomely forget my symbiotically entwining fingers; flagrantly proclaiming them to the entire Universe; as intolerably tyrannical thorns of apocryphally decrepit manipulation; instead, I won’t mind it the slightest if you forever choose to wholesomely forget my perennially humanitarian smile; lividly proclaiming it to the entire Universe; as a torturously incarcerating death; instead, I won’t mind it the slightest if you forever choose to wholesomely forget my humbly irrefutable truthfulness; ballistically proclaiming it to the entire Universe; as the lecherously maiming mortuary of crime and politics; instead, I won’t mind it the slightest if you forever choose to wholesomely forget my insuperably passionate blood; maliciously proclaiming it to the entire Universe; as the most unholy crucification of mystically iridescent life; instead, I won’t mind it the slightest if you forever choose to wholesomely forget my ardently cavorting reflection; dogmatically proclaiming it to the entire Universe; as the most feckless disappearing caricature of grotesquely penalizing nothingness; instead, I won’t mind it the slightest if you forever choose to wholesomely forget my timelessly burgeoning fantasies; sneeringly proclaiming them to the entire Universe; as the most dreadfully tarnished scorpions of frenetically withering communalism; instead, I won’t mind it the slightest if you forever choose to wholesomely forget my immortally bonding breath; ignominiously proclaiming it to the entire Universe; as the most cold-bloodedly lambasting curse of death; instead, And I really won’t mind anything even if you unsparingly decimated me and swept me like a horrific nightmare from the chapter of your celestially venerated life, But it is my humble plea to you O! Eternal Beloved; that atleast don’t forget the very first time when we proposed the expression of immortal love to each other; the very first time when we bonded our lips into the

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most perpetually fructifying kiss of life; the very first time when our destinies; eyes; heart and soul had unshakably bonded; the very first moment when we had heavenly met…

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INFINITE TIMES BETTER Infinite times better than the diminutively diminishing flicker of the sleazily artificial bulb; was the Omnipotent blaze of the bountifully unassailable Sun, Infinite times better than the truncated fantasies in the manipulatively estranged mind; was the unfathomably untainted paradise of poignantly seductive clouds in the sky, Infinite times better than parsimoniously remorseful water incarcerated beneath the lavatory seat; was the thunderously untamed roar of the uninhibitedly vivacious and mischievously dancing ocean, Infinite times better than the bawdily threadbare stone; was the insuperably majestic and timelessly sheltering swirl of the celestially compassionate mountain, Infinite times better than the lecherously parasitic currency coin; was the river of pricelessly united and Omnipresently blessing humanity, Infinite times better than the gaudily cadaverous crayons disparagingly sprawled on the floor; was the eternally royal rainbow and resplendently eclectic rainbow; twinkling in the firmament of azure sky, Infinite times better than the abhorrently shattered glass; was the candidly perspicacious mirror of the impeccably unassailable and inimitably sacrosanct soul, Infinite times better than the preposterously stuffed toys available in the manipulatively prejudiced market; was the indomitably peerless roar of the princely lion, Infinite times better than the emotionless chips of the raunchily scintillating computer; was the unfathomably brilliant and tirelessly discovering human brain, Infinite times better than the disgustingly miserly twig decaying in a bedraggled heap; was the unsurpassably pristine meadow of boisterously

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh frolicking grass, Infinite times better than the uncontrollably shivering bottle of stingily corked wine; was the uninhibitedly royal forest of divinely endowing sensuousness, Infinite times better than the body of the forlornly decrepit air-conditioner; was the exuberantly mesmerizing kiss of the rhapsodically untamed storm, Infinite times better than the abjectly traded idols of gold and bombastically boorish silver; was the Omnipresent reflection of the perpetual Creator; in every single ingredient of the atmosphere and beyond, Infinite times better than the sparing shades of mechanical pencil on barren canvas; was the panoramically enamoring kaleidoscope of miraculously ameliorating nature, Infinite times better than the banefully blaring music of the pompous discotheque; was the fathomlessly enchanting carpet of marvelously iridescent and vibrantly twinkling stars, Infinite times better than the bizarrely squelched brick in the tyrannically rotting foundation; was the heaven of irrefutably venerated and eternally unshakable truth,’ Infinite times better than the ghoulishly devastating coffin of death; was the chapter of immortally sacred and perennially blossoming life, But ever since the first breath that the entire Universe took; and even centuries unprecedented after it vanishes into traces of amorphously beleaguered oblivion; infinite times better than “ Immortal Love” was; is and shall forever be; once again only Love; Love and nothing else but the invincibly blessed fabric of “Immortal Love”

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A BORN LOVER Perhaps only those with eclectically passionate and tapering fingers; can be spell bindingly enamoring; artists, Perhaps only those with glamorously flamboyant personalities; can be vividly beautiful and magnetically crowd-pulling; filmstars, Perhaps only those with apocryphally manipulative demeanors; can be excellently domineering and abhorrently prejudiced; politicians, Perhaps only those with rapaciously indiscriminating hunger; can be cold-bloodedly massacring and hedonistically treacherous; parasites,

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Perhaps only those with mellifluously harmonious voices; can be euphorically everlasting and timelessly bestowing; singers, Perhaps only those with indefatigably discovering brains; can be astoundingly mesmerizing and effulgently burgeoning; scientists, Perhaps only those with wholeheartedly altruistic dispositions; can be majestically blissful and inexhaustibly bonding; humanitarian’s, Perhaps only those with ancestrally royal blood flowing through their veins; can be successful benefactors to the magnificently embellished and princely; throne, Perhaps only those with a cornucopia of bulging muscles protruding from within their shirt; can be insuperably unflinching and peerlessly fantastic; boxers, Perhaps only those with an uncontrollably ardent longing for the first cries of magically Omnipotent life; can be enigmatically uncanny and blessedly mischievous; children, Perhaps only those with eternally fructifying warmth; can be immaculately undefeated and Omnisciently symbiotic; mothers, Perhaps only those with unparalleled yearning for the unfathomably mystical; can be ubiquitously enthralling and enchantingly effulgent; snake-charmers, Perhaps only those with unbelievably arcane proclivity towards the unknown; can be handsomely aristocratic and timelessly tantalizing; adventurers, Perhaps only those with synergistically egalitarian attitude towards every living organism alive; can be celestially conserving and fervently dedicated; environmentalists, Perhaps only those with abominably croaking and livid voices; can be boisterously gawking and hideously slimy; frogs, Perhaps only those with supremely unassailable confidence in the religion of truth; can be unconquerably towering and impenetrably galloping; lions, Perhaps only those with a preposterously ungainly dislike for priceless water; can be aridly torching and truculently lambasting; deserts, Perhaps only those with an irrevocably overpowering mania for decimating ebullient life; can be the coffins of egregiously asphyxiating and cannibalistically excoriating; death, But blatantly paradoxical to all of the above and an infinite more “Perhaps”; every entity blessed with a puff of Godly air within its lungs; every entity evolved on this fathomless Universe by the Omnipresent Lord Almighty; every entity irrespective of spurious caste; creed; religion or

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh unceremonious tribe; has; is and definitely shall forever be; A BORN LOVER…

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COMPLETELY CAPTURE Her royally emollient eyelashes were the ones which timelessly flirted me; eternally drowning me into an unfathomable sea of seductively untamed mischief, Her lusciously untainted lips were the ones which perennially kissed me; making me unassailably romanticize in the aisles of unparalleled desire; for infinite more births of mine, Her fantastically rubicund cheeks were the ones which tantalizingly caressed me; triggering rapaciously uninhibited fireballs of rhapsodic delight in every conceivable of my vein, Her iridescently twinkling eyeballs were the ones which wonderfully mesmerized me; drifting me into a festoon of fathomlessly bewitching fantasy, Her bountifully eclectic fingers were the ones which made me unflinching believe in myself; triumphantly guiding me towards the heavens of boundlessly enthralling enchantment, Her impeccably victorious skin was the one which cast a spell of unbreakable magnetism upon my agonizingly beleaguered senses; making me exult in the glory of sensuously endowing paradise till times beyond infinite infinity, Her regally shimmering nape was the one which conquered even the most infinitesimal ingredient of my imagination; inundating every haplessly disastrous dream of mine; with effulgent unceasing charisma and charm, Her effervescently bubbling stride was the one which ignited sparks of unprecedented ecstasy in my every staggering night; making me wholesomely oblivious to every other monotonous activity on this Universe, Her mystically blessing voice was the one which miraculously pacified my every torturously asphyxiating desire; overwhelming my murderously decrepit persona with unlimited happiness, Her stupendously ravishing hair were the ones which timelessly

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enthralled every horrifically dying pore of my flesh; rekindling my vanquished to beautifully lead life, Her mellifluously tinkling feet were the ones which taught me how to endlessly mysticize; optimistically pave the path of irrefutably peerless truth; even through the most amorphously castigated of blackness, Her inimitably golden innocence was the one which Omnipotently blessed me; eternally enshrouded every cranny of my grotesquely beleaguered existence with the fragrance of invincible humanity, Her ingratiatingly burgeoning freshness was the one which poignantly proliferate me; limitlessly engendering me to take a countless new births; as every reinvigorating minute melodiously unraveled, Her Omnisciently velvety shadow was the one which artistically painted my gruesomely stuttering soul; righteously decimated even the most inconspicuous trace of prejudice from my banefully vexed countenance, Her unsurpassably intriguing brain was the one which endlessly transpired me to see the world in an enlightening spirit; to unrelentingly discover through the forests of ubiquitously princely newness, Her benevolently impregnable spirit was the one which made me believe in splendidly egalitarian humanity; uninhibitedly embrace every living being irrespective of size; shape or spurious color, Her ravenously inebriating silhouette was the one which made me the craziest man on this globe; but only for the winds of ebulliently panoramic and bestowing beauty, Her perpetually sacrosanct breath was the one which instilled indomitable life in my cadaverously wastrel veins; forever transpiring me to blend with the spirit of vividly ecstatic life, And her immortally venerated heart was the one which had completely captured every beat of my past; present and future life; even before I could emit my very first cry; even before I could commence my very first birth…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

THE VERY FIRST TIME The very first time in my life when I tried to catapult to the ultimate precipice of the perilously gigantic mountain; my soul uncontrollably trembled; and almost every speck of soil under my feet gave way to a coffin of amorphous nothingness, The very first time in my life when I tried to plunge headon into the precariously undulating and untamed sea; the hair on my skin nictitated in uncanny fear; although mentally I could very well perceive that the laws of buoyancy would keep me blissfully afloat, The very first time in my life when I attempted to walk on ground; daggerheads of inexplicably unsolicited fear penetrated me from all sides; although by the grace of God the age was now consummate enough for me to wonderfully stand, The very first time in my life when I left my house; indescribably sordid graveyards of uncertainty unsparingly pierced my nimble spirit; although the atmosphere outside was enlightened with nothing else but celestially unending peace, The very first time in my life when I tried to speak; the stub of tongue in my mouth felt unfathomably circumspect about the quality of sound that was about to diffuse; although the thunderous roar of natural instincts in my body; unrelentingly urged me to unfurl my mouth, The very first time in my life when I tried to eat; the consortium of disheveled intestines in my stomach uneasily fretted and wrenched; although pangs of inevitably crucifying hunger reverberated endlessly throughout my body, The very first time in my life when I tried to sip; the chords in my throats unceremoniously tightened their grip; although the uncouthly sweltering heat of the afternoon Sun; rendered them grasping for more and more, The very first time in my life when I tried to defecate; the bowels in my stomach dogmatically refrained to contract and expand; although the call of nature was too heavy upon them to bear, The very first time in my life when I tried to smile; the contours of my diminutive lips remained haplessly frozen; although the winds of unparalleled happiness indefatigably triggered them to blossom till the

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aisles of exhilarating eternity, The very first time in my life when I tried to sleep; the dormitories of my tirelessly discovering brain miserably quavered at the thought of dastardly unconsciousness; although the lids over my eyeball rolled down like a helplessly beleaguered sycophant, The very first time in my life when I tried to hold; the humble knots on my fingers broke into disparagingly cold sweat; although the mantras of symbiotic existence timelessly coaxed me to bond them with my fellow brethren and kin, The very first time in my life when I tried to adventure; the framework of synergistic bones in my countenance horribly diminished into mortuaries of dastardly nothingness; although the uninhibitedly effulgent fantasies in my brain inexhaustibly dictated me to flirtatiously philander, The very first time in my life when I tried to earn my livelihood; every ingredient of my molecular persona repugnantly repelled the proposition as abhorrently bizarre; although I very well knew that every organism alive quintessentially needed to pay his rent for his destined time, The very first time in my life when I tried to write poetry; the pen in my hands felt like an hedonistically massacring knife; although I inherently knew that it was perfectly allright even if the bountifully resplendent verse would rhyme or not rhyme, The very first time in my life when I tried to flirt; the intrepidly emollient tenacity in my demeanor crumbled towards the corpses of feckless meaninglessness; although the urge to submerge every cranny of my flesh with innocuous mischief was more unconquerable than the limitless skies, The very first time in my life when I tried to learn; the intricately sensitive machinery of my mind treacherously betrayed me; in the fear of being unnecessarily inundated; although the desire of philanthropically imbibe radiated regally from the innermost space of my conscience, The very first time in my life when I tried to preach; my neck felt as if it was going to be hung on the gallows of the truculently marauding devil; although I perfectly knew that was insurmountably adequate room for harmless human error, The very first time in my life when I tried to breathe; my lungs felt fish slithering lividly without the most capricious droplet of water; although I

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh knew that inhaling a few puffs of air from them was my cardinal birthright for harmonious survival, But the very first time in my life when I fell in love; I felt the most pricelessly immortal organism alive not only for this birth; but for infinite more births of mine; I could never ever give my heart to any other girl in my life; and the first time forever remained the very first time….

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WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE ???? Tell me what difference does it make; whether I use my artistic left hand to write; or whether I voraciously emboss alphabets on barren paper with the bohemian fingers in my right?? As long as the ramification of it all; is literature which handsomely depicts the spell bindingly unassailable fragrance of bountifully burgeoning mankind… Tell me what difference does it make; whether I devoutly kneel down on the majestic steps of the fantastically embellished church; or whether I close my impoverished eyes in ardent obeisance sitting inside the abysmally forlorn gutter pipe?? As long as the ramification of it all; is the image of profoundly Omnipotent benevolence; the grace of the insuperably inimitable Lord Almighty; towering high in every philanthropic thought of mine… Tell me what difference does it make; whether I bathe in the most bombastically fudged of glittering gold bathrooms; or whether I let every element of my emaciated skin rejuvenate under rustic droplets of rain tumbling from fathomless sky ?? As long as the ramification of it all; is the essence of miraculous freshness transcending over even the most infinitesimal of my dreadfully beleaguered senses; austerely cleansing my sordid body of derogatorily deceased and perfidious shit…. Tell me what difference does it make; whether I tirelessly embrace every conceivable religion which humans coined; or whether I chose to forever

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remain oblivious to any caste; creed or sect; forever remain nameless?? As long as the ramification of it all; is the river of perennially bonding symbiotism; which Omnisciently cascaded through every cranny of my molecular heart and soul… Tell me what difference does it make; whether I clad my feet in the most contemporarily designer footwear; or whether I left them threadbarely barren; with my bucolically untrimmed nails grotesquely extruding out ?? As long as the ramification of it all; is the path of unflinchingly peerless righteousness; that I perennially tread upon… Tell me what difference does it make; whether I sung through the most mellifluously majestic of microphones; or whether I uninhibitedly unfurled the discordantly raucous chords of my throat; into the sheath of the simplistic atmosphere ?? As long as the ramification of it all; is the message of ubiquitously symbiotic brotherhood; handsomely perpetuating every philanthropic heart alike… Tell me what difference does it make; whether I used the most powerfully enviable of field glasses; or whether I let the whites and blacks of my eyes rampantly wander around ?? As long as the ramification of it all; is that the spirit of impeccably untainted goodness; assimilated into every contruable cranny of my soul and harmonious body… Tell me what difference does it make; whether I resided on the most unprecedented precipice of the gigantically impregnable mountain; or whether I exhaled air every instant of my life infinite feet beneath the bed of listlessly sedentary soil ?? As long as the ramification of it all; is the mist of redolently humanitarian fantasy; embodying itself deeper and deeper into the diminutively emaciated dormitories of my mind… And tell me what difference does it make; whether I endlessly romanced within the unfathomably luxurious walls of the Opulent castle; or whether I bonded with the most adorable companion of my life on the squalidly bedraggled streets; deluged with nothing else but the penuriously profane begging bowl ?? As long as the ramification of it all; is the sacrosanct thread of Immortally blessing marriage; forever coalescing me with the wave of united existence; forever liberating me from the aisles of worthlessness; and forever and ever and ever into the unconquerably untamed sanctuary nof

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh Omnipotent love….

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ALL I ENDED UP DOING Believe me I had come only to tickle your mischievously drooping eyelashes; nimbly run my fingers through their insurmountably voluptuous charisma; for just an ethereal second, But all I ended up doing was staring into the your royally embellished eyes till times beyond infinite infinity; uninhibitedly exploring the aisles of enchantingly untainted paradise in their impeccably unassailable whites…. Believe me I had come only to experience your sensuously exotic lips; run my rampantly emaciated tongue on their startling fronds of vivacious scarlet; for just a transient second, But all I ended up doing was perpetually interlocking even the most infinitesimally quavering of my senses; with their unbelievably bestowing sweetness; for infinite more births of mine… Believe me I had come only to dance with you in the sporadically rhapsodic rain; graze through the tantalizing contours of your regally titillating nape; for just a fugitive second, But all I ended up doing was bonding each element of my mind; body and soul in your everlasting embrace; letting even the tiniest of my desire become your eternal slave; even centuries after this earth had ceased to exist…. Believe me I had come only to lightheartedly chat with your spell binding grace; surreptitiously nudge at your seductively ebullient ribs; for just an evanescent second, But all I ended up doing was wholesomely drowning into the unconquerably mellifluous essence of your magnetic voice; tirelessly assimilating your humanitarian softness; even after the coffin of treacherously

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asphyxiating death had sealed the definitions of my life…. Believe me I had come only to smell your supremely inebriating fragrance; mischievously cavort with the unlocked curls of your hair; for just an ephemeral second, But all I ended up doing was becoming a quintessential ingredient of your godly sweat; letting the spirit of your righteously Omnipotent perseverance; rule my existence till my countless more destined lifetimes… Believe me I had come only to clandestinely flirt with your nubile ears; ecstatically nibble their iridescent lobes; for just a vespered second, But all I ended up doing was becoming the pearls of unfathomable wisdom that they indefatigably absorbed; letting their insuperable majesty become the ultimate crown of my impoverished life; and horizons even beyond what my eyes could coherently sight…. Believe me I had come only to sight the infallibly unceasing twinkle in your magnanimous stride; lackadaisically toss with your marvelous shadow; for just an extinguishing second, But all I ended up doing was becoming your ardently unshakable worshipper; saluting your symbiotically ever-pervading redolence; till unsurpassable more births of mine; even after abrogating my veritable last breath…. Believe me I had come only to take an autograph of your blissfully towering grace; relish your articulately synchronized handwriting; for just a non-existent second, But all I ended up doing was making your immaculately undefeated signature the lines of my truncated palm; miraculously revolutionize the complexion of this dreadfully estranged planet; with the unflinchingly peerless tenacity of your divinely grace…. And believe me I had come only to temporarily date you; profusely smooch across your euphorically untamed flesh; for just an oblivious second, But all I ended up doing was not only coalescing every beat of my heart with your wave of Omnipresent mankind; but forever liberating our forms forever and far away from this manipulatively beleaguered planet; into the heavens of sacrosanct marriage and the Creator Divine….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

MAROONED Marooned on the island of dismally obnoxious hatred; I tore the spell binding jacket of my lungs in relentless frustration; ardently desiring nothing else but exuberantly free space amidst the uninhibitedly tantalizing clouds, Marooned on the island of treacherously sordid politics; I indefatigably kept gnawing my raw nails on the fecklessly corrugated wall; tirelessly wishing for the aisles of blissful freedom to kiss my pathetically devastated bones, Marooned on the island of dreadfully pulverizing poverty; I vituperatively kept staring at open space; yearning for perpetual freedom on the slopes of the Omnipotently sun soaked hills, Marooned on the island of bizarrely hapless unemployment; I deliriously punctured every construable vein of my nimble body; endlessly searching for nothing else but the gateways of everlastingly enchanting freedom, Marooned on the island of salaciously egregious betrayal; I incessantly whimpered like a uncontrollably slavering corpse; insurmountably wishing for moments immemorial of ebulliently unshakable freedom, Marooned on the island of obliviously cursed dilapidation; I unceasingly bit my tongue into a boundless pieces; unstoppably praying for eternally bestowing freedom to kiss the contours of my brutally emaciated lips, Marooned on the island of boorishly baseless boredom; I vicariously licked grotesquely fetid molehills of crippling dirt; fervently wanting the paradise of indomitably burgeoning freedom to descend upon my impoverished soul, Marooned on the island of raunchily petulant indiscrimination; I unsparingly excoriated every trace of happiness from my soul; desperately desiring the mists of exotically iridescent freedom to forever swirl across my estranged abode, Marooned on the island of maliciously prejudiced discontentment; I sadistically plucked the whites of my eye out of my sockets; unlimitedly hoping for the playgrounds of unequivocally priceless freedom to enshroud me from all sides, Marooned on the island of derogatorily debilitating fever; I repugnantly snubbed at even the most emollient of fantasies that swept my brain; inexorably perceiving the meadows of celestially philanthropic

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freedom, Marooned on the island of blood-sucking inequality; I broke down into an tornado of cataclysmic meaninglessness; relentlessly chasing the rainbow of perennially euphoric freedom, Marooned on the island of invidiously amorphous atrophy; I aimlessly ran the satanic cleavers on my intricate veins; wistfully conceiving the fireballs of unsurpassably insuperable freedom, Marooned on the island of commercial monotony; I disparagingly blew worthless saliva for hours immemorial; irrefutably wanting to hold the wand of miraculously mitigating freedom; in the center of my intrepid palms, Marooned on the island of maniacally hypochondriac depression; I listlessly admired death to the most unprecedented limits; inveterately wishing for the march of patriotic freedom; to become my quintessential way, Marooned on the island of fanatically religious eccentricity; I uxoriously tampered with every blissfully vivid mechanism of my body; insatiably wanting to bond with only with the essence of unassailably righteous freedom, Marooned on the island of dastardly squelching rumors; I was confounded with the most inexplicably annihilating of cancer; eternally wanting to blend myself with the cisterns of Omnipresently enthralling freedom, Marooned on the island of bombastically tawdry pretention; I unsavorily defecated prurient shit from every palpable pore of my body; intransigently wanting the whitewash of effulgent freedom; to take complete control of my abhorrently beleaguered senses, Marooned on the island of mercilessly cold-blooded ruthlessness; I banged my brain into a countless pieces against cold rock; irrevocably waiting each minute for the clouds of sensuously liberating freedom; to transcend over my flagrantly deteriorating form, But Marooned on the island of Immortal Love was the first time in my life when I felt that freedom was everywhere I roamed; freedom had become the most Omnipotent lamp in my soul; freedom was an unparalleled spirit of united existence that would continue to exist even after this earth wholesomely ceased; and it was also the very first time in my life when I prayed to the Lord; to forever keep me marooned….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

YOU CAN KISS ME; ONLY IF You can kiss me on my voluptuously rubicund cheeks all right; but only if your kiss had the power to wonderfully transcend over every other conceivable kiss drifting ominously towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my seductively tantalizing nape all right; but only if your kiss had the tenacity to miraculously overpower every other conceivable kiss drifting atrociously towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my rhapsodically vivacious hair all right; but only if your kiss had the temerity to supremely outshadow every other conceivable kiss drifting egregiously towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my enthrallingly ebullient lips all right; but only if your kiss had the charisma to irrefutably nullify every other conceivable kiss drifting vindictively towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my bountifully emollient palms all right; but only if your kiss had the superiority to timelessly conquer every other conceivable kiss drifting baselessly towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my surreally royal forehead all right; but only if your kiss had the magic to unbelievably decimate every other conceivable kiss drifting truculently towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my daintily embellished feet all right; but only if your kiss had the magnetism to insuperably supercede every other conceivable kiss drifting salaciously towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my robustly titillating belly all right; but only if your kiss had the caress to astronomically triumph over every other conceivable kiss drifting parasitically towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my uncontrollably trembling skin all right; but only if your kiss had the color to wholesomely camouflage every other conceivable kiss drifting beguilingly towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my enigmatically arcane palms all right; but only if your kiss had the fortitude to entirely sideline every other conceivable kiss drifting hedonistically towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes,

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You can kiss me on my mellifluously dangling earlobes all right; but only if your kiss had the ardor to poignantly overrule every other conceivable kiss drifting flagrantly towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my unfathomably scented fingers all right; but only if your kiss had the righteousness to unsurpassably defeat every other conceivable kiss drifting hideously towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my mischievously cavorting shadow all right; but only if your kiss had the intensity to unnervingly destroy every other conceivable kiss drifting raunchily towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my aristocratically iridescent shoulders all right; but only if your kiss had the compassion to circumscribe every other conceivable kiss drifting bizarrely towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my sensuously inebriating eyes all right; but only if your kiss had the brilliance to unprecedentedly blaze over every other conceivable kiss drifting acrimoniously towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my artistically sculptured chin all right; but only if your kiss had the guts to indomitably rule over every other conceivable kiss drifting heinously towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my inimitably graceful spine all right; but only if your kiss had the heavenliness to eternally outclass every other conceivable kiss drifting malevolently towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, And you can kiss me on my immortally throbbing heart all right; but only if your kiss had the kinsmanship to forever subjugate and subdue every other conceivable kiss drifting venomously towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes… _____________________________________________________________

NO SWAPPING I had absolutely not the most infinitesimal iota of hesitation; rampantly swapping cars with you, After all what difference does it make; if not this set of four wheels; it would be some another set of

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh sleazily mechanical four wheels; to transport me to the destination of my choice… I had absolutely not the most diminutive trace of circumspection; wildly swapping house with you, After all what difference does it make; if not this pair of brick walls; it would be some another fortress of bawdily embellished brick walls; to sequester me all throughout the acrimoniously frozen night… I had absolutely not the most capricious speck of skepticism; uncontrollably swapping beds with you, After all what difference does it make; if not this mattress of sponge; it would be some another mattress embedded with lifeless dunlop; to sanctimoniously rest my monotonously beleaguered and dreadfully estranged bones… I had absolutely not the most ethereal of deliberations; unceremoniously swapping cigarettes with you, After all what difference does it make; if not this pipe of tobacco; it would be some another pipe filled with lasciviously inebriating tobacco; to spuriously tantalize my miserably bereaved senses amidst echelons of the pompously preposterous high society…. I had absolutely not the most ephemeral of uncanniness; imperturbably swapping jewels with you, After all what difference does it make; if not this design of diamond; it would be some other design of meaninglessly scintillating diamond; to adorn the overwhelmingly salacious and greedy pair of bones; in my worthlessly molecular body… I had absolutely not the most evanescent of vibrations; nonchalantly swapping wine and vixen with you, After all what difference does it make; if not this flesh and intoxication it would be some another tawdrily titillating flesh and sensuousness; to make me abhorrently enliven every evening of my already; brutally devastated life… I had absolutely not the most obsolete of repercussions; timelessly swapping pieces of land with you, After all what difference does it make; if not this patch of land then it would be some another dolorously adulterated chunk of land; to hold my vapidly quavering and treacherously indolent feet… I had absolutely not the most minuscule of apprehensions; blatantly swapping food with you, After what difference does it make; if not this morsel of eatery then it would be some another morsel of parasitically acquired eatery; to mollify the demonically untamed pangs of hunger; in my rancidly ribald and savagely cannibalistic stomach… I had absolutely not the most tiniest of reservations;

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explicitly swapping eyes; ears; lips; legs and shadow with you, After all what difference does it make; if not this vision; organs and senses; then it would be some another penuriously measly vision; organ and senses; to punctiliously guide me through each unfurling moment of my diminutively destined life… But I couldn’t for even the most priceless ingredient of life in me; swap the divinely womb which evolved me and the beloved who nourished my impoverished existence outside of it; for an infinite more lifetimes, Because not only would it make a staggering difference to me if I did so; but god’s entire planet would dwindle and deteriorate outside the instant I dare even think of such a dastardly act; I dare even think of raunchily swapping his two most sacrosanct gifts; his two most immortal blessings in my blood and life… _____________________________________________________________

ABCD To learn the abcd of spell bindingly tangy salt; I went into the heart of ravishingly undulating and frostily untainted; ocean, To learn the abcd of tantalizing mysteriousness; I strolled through the aisles of the stupendously resplendent and profoundly moonlit; forest, To learn the abcd of unequivocal uninhibitedness; I stood under the torrentially untamed downpour of pricelessly golden and fantastically untainted; rain, To learn the abcd of symbiotic simplicity; I went to blissfully admire the magnanimously rejuvenating shadows of the royally invincible and benevolently burgeoning; tree, To learn the abcd of exotically entrenching timelessness; I sailed through the bountifully silken and fathomlessly everlasting; sky, To learn the abcd of celestially jingling happiness; I went to the vivacious canvas of the supremely dexterous and unbelievably handsome; rainbow, To learn the abcd of peerlessly unflinching invincibility; I went to the brilliantly flamboyant epitome of the indomitably unshakable and insuperably united; mountain of mankind, To learn the abcd of pristinely innocuous boisterousness; I went to the hives of the raucously

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh swarming and indefatigably buzzing; bees, To learn the abcd of quintessentially construable English; I punctiliously flipped through the pages of the colossally informative and incredulously eclectic; dictionary, To learn the abcd of mellifluously heavenly music; I went to the impeccable nest of the divinely blessed and ubiquitously inimitable; nightingale, To learn the abcd of astoundingly vivid imitation; I went to the cage of the miraculously sensitive and timelessly ecstatic; parrot, To learn the abcd of unrestrictedly eternal mischief; I went to the cradle of the blissfully bouncing and perennially suckling; infant, To learn the abcd of splendidly arcane uncanniness; I went to the den of the regally hissing and poignantly provoked; serpent, To learn the abcd of supremely reinvigorating freshness; I frequented the perpetual cascade of the emolliently embellished and resplendently rhapsodic; waterfall, To learn the abcd of blazingly insuperable patriotism; I spent time with the immortally felicitated and fearlessly altruistic; soldier, To learn the abcd of supremely unhindered compassion; I profusely drowned myself into the selflessly Omnipotent and bountifully heavenly; lap of my revered mother, To learn the abcd of scientifically revolutionary healing; I went to the beamingly humanitarian and blessedly versatile; doctor, But in order to learn the abcd of Immortal Love neither did I go anywhere; neither did I browse through the most gigantic of textbooks to sagaciously discern; as the beats from my heart inevitably leapt out in the planet since the very first cry of my birth; to forever bond with the goddess they already knew since an infinite previous births; to forever be possessed by that goddess till even infinite births even after; this earth ceased to throb and exist… _____________________________________________________________

WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE ??? What difference does it make as to whether I met you at the very first cry or the very last cry of my miserably impoverished life; as your robustly humanitarian cheeks; reborn me an infinite times even after the earth had ceased to exist as the; greatest

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fantasizer; What difference does it make as to whether I met you at the very first smile or the very last smile of my haplessly penurious life; as your magnanimously celestial shadow; reborn me an infinite times even after the earth had ceased to exist; as the greatest Tantalizer, What difference does it make as to whether I met you at the very first signature or the very last signature of my parsimoniously truncated life; as your poignantly sacred palms; reborn me an infinite times even after the earth had ceased to exist; as the greatest humanitarian, What difference does it make as to whether I met you at the very first dwelling or the very last dwelling of my traumatically beleaguered life; as your miraculously Omnipotent and mitigating voice; reborn me an infinite times even after the earth had ceased to exist; as the greatest adventurer, What difference does it make as to whether I met you at the very first dream or the very last dream of my distraughtly dreary life; as your unbelievably sensuous fragrance; reborn me an infinite times even after the earth had ceased to exist; as the greatest artist, What difference does it make as to whether I met you at the very first job or the very last job of my disgustingly decrepit life; as your mystically enamoring and voluptuously curvaceous silhouette; reborn me an infinite times even after the earth had ceased to exist; as the greatest poet, What difference does it make as to whether I met you at the very first turning or the very last turning of my lackadaisically fretful life; as your vividly euphoric countenance; reborn an infinite times even after the earth had ceased to exist; as the greatest prodigy, What difference does it make as to whether I met you at the very first success or the very last success of my ethereally disheveled life; as your innocuously rosy tongue; reborn me an infinite times even after the earth had ceased to exist; as the greatest conjurer, What difference does it make as to whether I met you at the very first wink or the very last wink of my malevolently scurrilous life; as your unassailably majestic eyes; reborn me an infinite times even after the earth had ceased to exist; as the greatest spirit, What difference does it make as to whether I met you at the very first whisper or the very last whisper of my viciously slandering life; as your insuperably magnetic aura; reborn me an infinite times even after the earth had ceased to exist; as the greatest prince,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh What difference does it make as to whether I met you at the very first sweatdrop or the very last sweatdrop of my devastatingly malicious life; as your unconquerably iridescent footsteps; reborn me an infinite times even after the earth had ceased to exist; as the greatest patriot, What difference does it make as to whether I met you at the very first dawn or the very last dawn of my ephemerally quavering life; as your beautifully emollient ideals; reborn me an infinite times even after the earth had ceased to exist; as the greatest singer, What difference does it make as to whether I met you at the very first yawn or the very last yawn of my inconspicuously. frigid life; as your impeccably redolent skin; reborn me an infinite times even after the earth had ceased to exist; as the greatest martyr, What difference does it make as to whether I met you at the very first clap or the very last clap of my infinitesimally withering life; as your immaculately untainted sleep; reborn me an infinite times even after the earth had ceased to exist; as the greatest philosopher, What difference does it make as to whether I met you at the very first alphabet or the very last alphabet of my indiscriminately tyrannized life; as your sensuously fluttering eyelashes; reborn me an infinite times even after the earth had ceased to exist; as the greatest philanderer, What difference does it make as to whether I met you at the very first tear or the very last tear of my diminutively dastardly life; as your ecstatically tinkling feet; reborn me an infinite times even after the earth had ceased to exist; as the greatest dancer, What difference does it make as to whether I met you at the very first breath or the very last breath of my sullenly baseless life; as your panoramically insuperable compassion; reborn me an infinite times even after the earth had ceased to exist; as the greatest friend, And what difference does it make as to whether I met you at the very first day or the very last day of my truculently lambasting life; as your immortally palpitating and harmonious heart; reborn me an infinite times even after the earth had ceased to exist; as the greatest lover…

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MY ONLY OBSESSION When I first met her; I was insatiably crazy about her eyes; fervently tracing the contours of her poignantly stopping eyelids with the untamed ardor in my fingers, While today; they had become my irrefutable and only obsession; as I profoundly blended my mind; body and entire spirit; with their marvelously shimmering river of ecstatic empathy….. When I first met her; I was inexorably crazy about her lips; indefatigably kissing their compassionate periphery; to ignite fireballs of tantalizing seduction in the piquantly scarlet streams of my blood, While today; they had become my irrefutable and only obsession; as I commenced each dawn with exuberant gusto in my stride; simply by sighting their fiery redness…. When I first met her; I was insurmountably crazy about her hair; sailing in their ravishing titillation; to timelessly escalate to a land above; fabulously mesmerizing paradise, While today; they had become my irrefutable and only obsession; as I danced in the aisles of serene contentment; invincibly entrapped in the stupendously magical entrenchment of their voluptuous softness….. When I first met her; I was fanatically crazy about her belly; entangling each pore of my flesh in a wave of sensuously augmenting delight; as she gyrated under the magnificently enchanting moonlight, While today; it had become my irrefutable and only obsession; as I caressed its royally gentle softness; everytime I felt that the frantically wandering world outside; unsparingly pulverized me to the soil…. When I first met her; I was ardently crazy about her eyelashes; flirtatiously philandering with her behind the honey colored hills; as she batted them with gorgeously bewildering delight, While today; they had become my irrefutable and only obsession; as I perennially slept entirely oblivious to the treacherous vagaries of this planet; with my turbulent breath profusely dancing over her; intriguingly satiny softness…. When I first met her; I was unfathomably crazy about her palms; salvaging every opportunity to tangily trace the fathomless battalion of mystical lines; embedded in their fascinating recess, While today; they had become my irrefutable and only obsession; as I bonded each element of my impoverished destiny with her; vivaciously euphoric and rhapsodically bouncing life…. When I first met her; I was stupendously crazy about

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh her charismatically radiating chin; as I incessantly pecked her on the same; with winds of tumultuous compassion circumventing every iota of my ebulliently trembling countenance, While today; it had become my irrefutable and only obsession; as I replenished my devastatingly staggering senses; by merely sighting its; robustly enamoring grace….. When I first met her; I was unsurpassably crazy about her reflection; trying to decipher a countless more births of mine in the eternally unending chapter of her majestic footsteps, While today; it had become my irrefutable and only obsession; as I erected every anecdote of my flamboyantly optimistic life with its shades; had no remorse whatsoever relinquishing my last breath in its ingratiating shimmering…. When I first met her; I was incomprehensibly crazy about her breath; relentlessly trying to capsize every puff of scented air that she exhaled; in the indigently destitute essence of my pathetic existence, While today; it had become my irrefutable and only obsession; as I found myself blessed with all the happiness on this boundless planet; rhythmically tracing the cadence of its everlastingly enticing swirl…. And when I first met her; I was intransigently crazy about her heartbeats; passionately discerning their marvelously pristine propensity; embracing her in the incorrigible grip of my famished arms, While today; they had become my irrefutable and only obsession; as I handsomely bonded with their immortal tenacity to exist; felt the richest man alive; each time she granted me love; each time she granted me the most unequivocally priceless gift to survive….

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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;

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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;

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh 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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NO HEART EXCEPT HERS No hands to caress my nape except hers; tantalizingly tingling every famished pore of my drearily exhausted and lackadaisically hanging skin, No eyes to sight my countenance except hers; as she made me feel like a majestically unparalleled king; with each of her tumultuously ardent stares, No lips to kiss me except hers; transiting me into a land of enchantingly fragrant paradise; as she vivaciously smooched the contours of my devastatingly dithering lips, No ears to hear me except hers; as she made every word that I spoke more Omnipotent than the Almighty Lord; sensuously discerning the unfathomably overwhelming compassion in my rhythmic sounds, No voice to console me except hers; as she transformed my lugubriously acrimonious visage into realms of everlasting fantasy; with the exuberantly rhapsodic melody that wafted from the innermost arenas of her fabulously ingratiating throat, No strength to support me except hers; as she miraculously rejuvenated each of my treacherously

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dwindling senses; with the irrefutably patriotic ardor in her royally emphatic footsteps, No nails to scratch me except hers; as she boisterously weaved her titillatingly teasing fingers through the impoverished caricature of my ribs; nostalgically transiting me back; into the cradle of impeccable childhood, No teeth to nibble my skin except hers; as she triggered fireballs of untamed euphoria through every iota of my bloodstream; escalating me above the clouds of bountiful freedom; to dance with the ultimate angels of humanity, No hair to swish me except hers; as she marvelously cascaded the fathomlessly voluptuous sheet of follicles over my rubicund cheeks; seducing me into a cavern of uninhibitedly unprecedented excitement, No belly to dance with me except hers; resplendently gyrating with me under milky rivers of ecstatic moonlight; even as the atmosphere slept in the perpetual stillness; of the serenely star studded night, No neck to lean upon me except hers; as she astoundingly drifted me into a world of ebulliently melodious enthrallment; mischievously flirting with me behind the ethereally dusk enveloped hills, No destiny intertwining with me except hers; as she handsomely spawned the chapter of our holistic existence; on the paths of impregnably alluring triumph; be it brilliant day or the insurmountably forlorn night, No whistle to intrigue me except hers; as she unfathomably incarcerated every element of my penuriously trembling demeanor; in the blanket of enigma mystically embracing her unassailably priceless soul, No fantasy to drown me except hers; as she deluged each cranny of my devastatingly bedraggled flesh; with unconquerable infernos of; vibrantly eternal and flamboyant desire, No whispers to seduce me except hers; as she majestically led me on a ravishingly glorious expedition of timeless beauty; bequeathing a rainbow of blissful contentment; over my deplorably extinguishing shadows, No saliva to tickle my skin except hers; as she profusely slavered on my indigently starved skin in her divinely deep sleep; transforming me into a cloud of torrentially showering excitement and unrelenting pleasure, No conscience to lead me except hers; as she enlightened each path that I dared to tread my painstakingly bleary foot on; with unfathomable rays of optimistically sparkling hope and beautiful

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh belonging, No breath to impart me life except hers; as she chivalrously bestowed upon me a countless more births to celestially survive; extricating me like a poignantly embellished prince from beneath my gorily invidious grave, And No heart to bond with my beats except hers; as she taught me the most irrefutably priceless lessons of truth; desire and unsurpassable romance; taught me to incessantly love and let others exist in the swirl of its immortally sacrosanct spirit….

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IMPOSSIBLE TO IMPRISON You could perhaps incarcerate the tree; but it was irrefutably impossible to imprison its euphorically exhilarating breeze; which swept in majestic unison across the blissfully enchanting atmosphere, You could perhaps incarcerate the body; but it was irrefutably impossible to imprison its fathomless repertoire of righteous ideals; which shimmered in Omnipotent grandiloquence; all brilliant day and charismatically starry night, You could perhaps incarcerate the finger; but it was irrefutably impossible to imprison its mystically embellished ocean of writing; the impregnable pages of truth perpetually embossed upon; the trajectory of this boundless planet, You could perhaps incarcerate the Sun; but it was irrefutably impossible to imprison its scintillatingly Omnipresent shine; the rays of mesmerizing beauty and ardent splendor; which profusely enlightened every drearily sonorous space; on this wonderfully marvelous earth, You could perhaps incarcerate the tongue; but it was irrefutably impossible to imprison its timelessly melodious sound; the essence of philanthropic humanity which unassailably fulminated; as it holistically chanted the mantras of a divine existence, You could perhaps incarcerate the river; but it was irrefutably impossible to imprison its placidly silken empathy; the tantalizing magic that it resplendently bequeathed; upon the pathetic abhorrence of the sullen night, You could perhaps incarcerate the rose; but it was irrefutably impossible to imprison its everlasting

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fragrance; which wafted its Omniscient redolence to even the most infinitesimally minuscule organism on this royally proliferating Universe, You could perhaps incarcerate the witheringly devastated skeleton; but it was irrefutably impossible to imprison its countless waterfall of benign fantasies; which forever reigned the most invincibly supreme; each time the world was born, You could perhaps incarcerate the lips; but it was irrefutably impossible to imprison its benevolently amiable smiles; the perennially jubilant rhapsody; that inundated treacherously orphaned lives with uninhibitedly unprecedented happiness, You could perhaps incarcerate the skull; but it was irrefutably impossible to imprison its unfathomably endless fountain of symbiotically harmonious dreams; that stupendously enriched every worthlessly massacred life; with optimistic beams of vibrant hope, You could perhaps incarcerate the eyes; but it was irrefutably impossible to imprison their indefatigable waterfall of bestowing goodness; the incredulous grandeur lingering in their impeccably divine whites, You could perhaps incarcerate the relationship; but it was irrefutably impossible to imprison its jubilantly compassionate warmth; the bountifully radiant togetherness that disseminated from its immaculate fabric of; spell binding enchantment, You could perhaps incarcerate the rain; but it was irrefutably impossible to imprison the seductively gigantic conglomerate of crimson clouds; which celestially drifted and blissfully placated; every lugubriously rotting iota of this; astoundingly euphoric globe, You could perhaps incarcerate blood; but it was irrefutably impossible to imprison its profusely passionate streams of romance; its insatiably ecstatic yearning; to spawn a countless more robustly energetic lives, You could perhaps incarcerate the palms; but it was irrefutably impossible to imprison their enigmatically glimmering destiny; which inexplicably flowered into a magnificent sky of titillating excitement, You could perhaps incarcerate the drums; but it was irrefutably impossible to imprison their tumultuously thunderous beats; the ingratiatingly ravishing rhythm that tirelessly illuminated; the blackness of the murderously sinister night, You could perhaps incarcerate the birds; but it was irrefutably impossible to imprison their vivaciously boisterous freedom; their insurmountably ebullient urge to soar tantalizingly; above the handsomely glorious clouds, You could perhaps incarcerate breath; but it was

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh irrefutably impossible to imprison its ubiquitous entrenchment of pricelessly cascading existence; its unbelievably Herculean tenacity to survive and its Omnipotent strength, You could perhaps incarcerate the heart; but it was irrefutably impossible to imprison its immortally turbulent beats; the unparalleled mountain of love it diffused to evolve a fantastically new chapter of existence; on every intrepidly adventurous step; that you dared to tread…. _____________________________________________________________

JUST A MOMENT AGO Just a moment ago; she was simply an ordinary girl for me; trespassing past my backyard; as the Sun languidly prepared to settle behind the horizons, While at present; she had become the sole mission of my disastrously bedraggled life; transpiring me to escalate above the ultimate epitomes of bountiful prosperity; with the mesmerizing cadence in her charming voice…. Just a moment ago; she was simply an ordinary girl for me; confronting me inadvertently on the boisterously bustling streets; as countless other entities lackadaisically did, While at present; she had become every fantasy that my mind could ever conceive; a marvelously unfathomable garland of resplendent brilliance; that insatiably inspired me to transcend above the stupendous best…. Just a moment ago; she was simply an ordinary girl for me; sporadically appearing on my window sill; as she pragmatically made her way to the attend morning college, While at present; she had become every iota of euphoric passion that enshrouded my profoundly exhilarated senses; imparting me with a Herculean tenacity to unflinchingly confront the most mightiest of acrimonious disaster…. Just a moment ago; she was simply an ordinary girl for me; pragmatically blending her sound in; the discordantly rambunctious melee of crowd assembled; to vehemently oppose the profusely tyrannical government, While at present; she had become the poignantly ebullient blood that cascaded handsomely through my veins; inundating my pathetically devastated senses; with the magically miraculous elixir to lead blissful life….

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Just a moment ago; she was simply an ordinary girl for me; shuffling through a sheaf of unsurpassable paper in the overwhelmingly murky library; as night dolorously crawled over the sparkling day, While at present; she had become the invincible strength encapsulating every element of my staggering countenance; propelling me philanthropically forward; to lead a countless more lives; in this single lifetime of mine…. Just a moment ago; she was simply an ordinary girl for me; bumping across my sagging persona quite innocuously; as we criscrossed jauntily through the; turbulently buzzing market, While at present; she had become every immaculately charismatic smile that divinely besieged my lips; engendering me to be perennially happy; and rhapsodically triumphing forward in holistic life….. Just a moment ago; she was simply an ordinary girl for me; weaving her mystical shadow capriciously past my trembling visage; as I was devastatingly loitered in corridors of hopelessly crippling depression, While at present; she had become the profuse wave of jubilant enchantment that enveloped my shielding eyelashes; harboring me in an impregnably compassionate swirl of her everlasting romance…. Just a moment ago; she was simply an ordinary girl for me; pummeling me feebly in my ribs; as several of my mates did every morning; when we first met, While at present; she had become the passionate thunderbolts of breath that harmoniously descended from my nostrils; granting me the prowess to assimilate and relish all the beauty of this majestically boundless Universe; in the tenure of my ludicrously dwindling existence…. And just a moment ago; she was simply an ordinary girl for me; playing hide and seek with me behind the bushes; as a complete stranger to even the most infinitesimal virtue; of my ardently esoteric demeanor, While at present; she had become the immortally sensuous beats of my turbulently palpitating heart; an incomprehensible reservoir of divine love; that perennially kept me celestially blessed; that irrefutably made me the richest man breathing; and forever alive….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

WHEN THE HEART ERRED When the pigeons erred; not following its regular rhythm of flight as tumultuous storms overhauled the silken afternoon; they deplorably sank in a bedraggled heap; to murderously coalesce with despicably cold ground, When the rose erred; not following its regular rhythm of swirling radiantly with the ecstatic breeze; it despondently withered in mists of rotten gloom; inexplicably diffusing painstakingly pathetic stink; instead of glorious waves of exuberant scent, When the lion erred; not following its regular rhythm of turbulently pulverizing its succulent prey into inconspicuously raw chowder; it was ludicrously guffawed upon by even the most minuscule of ant; who instantaneously capsized upon the most mesmerizing opportunity; to feast ebulliently upon its lame ears, When the mountains erred; not following their regular rhythm of brilliantly kissing towering beams of majestic sunlight; the brutally dumb stone finally felt contented; that it had now a gigantically frigid mate to parasitically lean and take compassionate reprieve from, When the fish erred; not following their regular rhythm of rampantly swimming in deep waters of the choppy sea; the fishermen sitting on the shores had a gala time; pecking them like diminutively dwindling mosquitoes; at the tiniest poke of their gleaming rods, When the kites erred; not following their regular rhythm of sailing high and handsome in the clouds; they split into a fathomless pieces; before settling as excoriated rags amidst an untamed juggernaut of branches; as the wind slowly died down, When the nightingale erred; not following its regular rhythm of stupendously melodious sound; it fulminated into ludicrously cacophonic rhyme; triggering discordantly ungainly tumult; in magically serene bits of atmosphere, When the dog erred; not following their regular rhythm of barking when strangers trespassed; the hoodlums made merry in flamboyant day as well as treacherous night; audaciously eloped with the booty; leaving it staggering for breath after kicking it ruthlessly in its solar plexus, When the lids erred; not following their regular rhythm of incessantly batting upon the trajectory of the handsomely impeccable eyeball; the eyes unbelievably lamented; as they gradually slipped towards a blanket of viciously gory darkness, When the lips erred; not following their regular

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rhythm of charismatically smiling upon the astoundingly glittering dais; the fathomless flock of congenial crowds; pelted unruly stone and ghastly abuse; before they embarked back upon a horrifically disgruntled retreat, When the feet erred; not following their regular rhythm of patriotically marching forward in euphoric gusto; they uncouthly embedded themselves deeper and deeper into sullen cocoons of soil as the minutes unfurled; before becoming easily vulnerable targets for the unsurpassable battalion of hideously grinning termites, When the ears erred; not following their regular rhythm of sagaciously discerning the most minutest of sound; they eventually found themselves savagely entrapped; in bizarre clutches of the disparagingly rampaging demon, When the pigs erred; not following their regular rhythm of greedily gobbling through piles of fetidly abominable garbage; they paid the price of their lives; as civilians mistook them for tame dogs; enslaving them in overwhelmingly rigid collar; and taut chains, When the rivers erred; not following their regular rhythm of profusely melanging with the boundless oceans; the barbarically tyrannical rays of the sweltering Sun; eventually dried every speck of their liquid; rendering them to freeze; under avalanches of abhorrent prejudice, When the eggs erred; not following their regular rhythm of taking amicable shelter amidst nettles and grass laid in by their sacrosanct mothers; the venomous lizards and snakes eventually consumed them for nocturnal supper; squelching them to capriciously worthless mincemeat, When the mind erred; not following its regular rhythm of existing in synergistic symbiosis with the extraneously bountiful planet; it found itself counting the last days of its life; in the realms of dilapidated oblivion and gruesomely stabbing starvation, When the conscience erred; not following its regular rhythm of harboring nothing else but the irrefutable idol of truth; it was lambasted by the whips of surreptitiously guilty hell; unfathomably penalized for the remainder of its life, When the breath erred; not following its regular rhythm of holistically creeping in and out of the intricately enchanting nostrils; it besieged the individual with insurmountable spurts of insidiously asphyxiated tension; eventually perpetuating him to die, But when the heart erred; not following its regular

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh rhythm of pragmatically monitored beats; throbbing faster than the whirlwinds of divinely light; it embraced the most wonderfully immortal ocean of existence; it embraced the fireballs of everlasting love…

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REBORN TO LOVE She was 100 years old; yet the blood that flowed through her intricate veins; insatiably yearned to a frolic like a teenaged damsel; once again, She was 100 years old; yet the expressions on her shriveled chin; could captivate even the most remotely alien; in a spell of exotically never ending enchantment, She was 100 years old; yet the impeccable whites of her fading eyes; unraveled a tale of poignant nostalgia; and resplendently unprecedented charm, She was 100 years old; yet the melody in her bountifully wavering voice; unsurpassably enshrouded traumatized hearts; with perennially rhapsodic happiness, She was 100 years old; yet the emphatically embossed lines on her palm; celestially depicted a tale of sheer majesty to; bloomingly unfurl, She was 100 years old; yet the tenacity in her diminutively feeble footsteps; was enough to face the acrimoniously advancing army; beautifully singlehanded, She was 100 years old; yet the magical smile on her divinely lips; still enlightened countless paths besieged with murderously barbaric gloom; with rays of unprecedented euphoria, She was 100 years old; yet the astounding enigma in the lines of her forehead; spoke fathomless volumes of an angel; gallivanting in unfathomable entrenchments of untamed desire, She was 100 years old; yet the determination in her fragile bones; was irrefutably enough; to survive for a countless more births yet to poignantly unveil, She was 100 years old; yet the ecstasy in her nascently subdued taste buds; was overwhelming enough; to taste the most appetizing morsels of eclectically titillating food, She was 100 years old; yet the desires in her majestic

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soul; were a philanthropic ocean; to ubiquitously unite and serve all; mankind, She was 100 years old; yet the impregnable ardor of her ideals; was a miraculous rainbow of optimistic hope; Herculean strength; and an everlasting will to bless all humanity, She was 100 years old; yet the astounding titillation of her shadow; was still as luminescent as that of a freshly born immaculate infant, She was 100 years old; yet the overpowering effulgence that tinkled as she walked; was a garden of blissfully tranquil and exotically fragrant enchantment, She was 100 years old; yet the impressions of her heavenly feet; were a cloud of perpetually endowing happiness, She was 100 years old; yet the symbiotic synergy that crawled through even the most infinitesimal iota of her compassionate demeanor; was an ocean of unprecedented enthrallment; and silken charm, She was 100 years old; yet the Omnipotent artistry in her trembling fingers; was a landscape of incredulously panoramic versatility; and ebullient color, She was 100 years old; yet the fire in her sacrosanct breath; the unparalleled ardor in her fulminating heart; was an unconquerable fortress; of an infinite more redolent lives, And she was 100 years old; yet the immortal love in her heart was just the same when our eyes had first met; as she unassailably took birth as my lover once again; even after she had abdicated her last puff of vital breath…. _____________________________________________________________

BUSY The clouds were mystically busy; in showering tantalizing globules of rain; upon fathomless territories of agonizingly parched soil, The Sun was flamingly busy; in magically sizzling every cranny of this boundlessly congenial Universe; with golden beams of its optimistically enchanting light, The spiders were fabulously busy; in enamoringly weaving silken strands of webs; euphorically bouncing in the threads; fervently anticipating the prey of their choice, The fires were swelteringly busy; in charring even the

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh most infinitesimal iota of tenacious logwood; to threadbare bits of minuscule ash, The clowns were ludicrously busy; in tumultuously evoking a festoon of unfathomable smiles; on the faces of all those besieged with cloudbursts of inexplicable gloom, The eagles were majestically busy; in enshrouding every bit of drearily insipid space; with exuberant draughts of exotic air, The snakes were ominously busy; in stealthily waiting for innocuously sparkling skin; ebullient chunks of flesh to venomously infiltrate their murderously sinister fangs; in, The fortresses were invincibly busy; in compassionately sequestering all those disastrously orphaned and dithering; from the acrimoniously mighty onslaught; of the turgidly satanic society, The clothes were amiably busy; in shielding innocently naked skin from vindictively frozen avalanches of wind; as well as tyrannically ferocious rays of; the uncouthly blistering afternoon, The cars were boisterously busy; in rhapsodically transporting fatigued battalions of passengers; to the most resplendently placating destination of their supreme choice, The sharks were diabolically busy; in frantically groping for immaculate prey; metamorphose a profusely robust framework of ravishing flesh and blood; into a devastatingly transposed curry of sheer nothingness, The dogs were pertinently busy; in dolefully barking; deluging the trajectory of the gloomily treacherous night; with an incomprehensible number of their ghoulish wails, The ghosts were insidiously busy; in casting the spell of their gorily sinister doom; devouring blissful civilizations; in the swirl of their hideously obfuscated and grotesque countenances, The eyes were indefatigably busy; in profoundly discerning and imbibing the fathomlessly glorious beauty of this gregariously mystical Universe; paving their way ecstatically forward to coin astoundingly new chapters of existence, The blood was poignantly busy; in spell bindingly imparting fortitude to each arena of the staggeringly bedraggled body; rejuvenating it to unfurl refreshingly emphatic chapters of; a vividly vibrant tomorrow, The pigs were disdainfully busy; in excoriating through lugubrious piles of garbage at lightening velocities; ruthlessly gobbling even the most worthlessly stinking piece of shit; that sleazily greeted them in their savage way, The forests were inscrutably busy; in churning tales

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of unrelenting mysticism; voluptuously kissing the charismatic blanket of the stupendously glittering night; with seductive fireballs of empathy; and life, The Gods were Omnisciently busy; in proliferating astronomical spurts of sacred life on the boundlessly beautiful planet; articulately maneuvering the destiny of each organism; rich or lecherously poor; alike, And my Heart was perpetually busy; in incarcerating the beats of her passionately divine heart; assimilating and immortal bonding with the essence of her unparalleled love; uniting with her philanthropic will; to bless all benign mankind….

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LOVE IS PRICELESS Stones are lackadaisically worthless, Gutters are preposterously baseless, Greed is invidiously senseless, Depression is devastatingly meaningless, Mania’s are obsessively weightless, Enmity is salaciously bottomless, Traitors are treacherously groundless, Stagnation is venomously valueless, Diabolism is vindictively useless, Manipulation is hideously profitless, Emptiness is ominously fruitless, Ghosts are disconcertingly hopeless, Frigidity is inevitably hapless, Boredom is lethally purposeless, Death is despairingly motionless, Cowardice is ludicrously skulless, Infidelity is pathetically pointless, Oceans are bountifully fathomless, Lies are maliciously soundless, Fantasies are unrelentingly boundless, Tangible are rhapsodically countless, Expressions are poignantly dateless, Lechery is disastrously voiceless, Beggars are ridiculously gutless, Sleazy are bombastically strapless, Adventurous are exhilaratingly shoeless, Orphaned are deplorably houseless, Benevolence is perennially timeless, Murderers are laughably spineless, Excitement is incomprehensibly numberless,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh Awestruck are unbelievingly speechless, Imprisoned are brutally expressionless, Compassion is irrefutably wordless, Butchers are satanically soulless, Deserts are ditheringly treeless, Corpses are insidiously passionless, Indigenous are rustically mannerless, Dungeons are insanely windless, Feathers are fantastically noiseless, Nonchalant are parsimoniously listless, Innocent are harmoniously creaseless, Clouds are inscrutably ceaseless, Vegetables are celestially boneless, Terrorists are bizarrely bloodless, Parasites are staggeringly breathless, Corruptive are mockingly spiritless, Dissatisfied are overwhelming restless, Insipid are invasively rimless, Doleful are drearily cordless, Maniacal are profusely airless, Waterfalls are blissfully hairless, Silken are immaculately seamless, Monotonous are turgidly dreamless, Graveyards are stinkingly toothless, Blood-sucking are incorrigibly motherless, Absolution is divinely painless, Nothingness is indolently aimless, Pompous are indigently shameless, Sewers are immutably nameless, Pigs are greedily brainless, Assassins are indispensably fatherless, Vandals are horrifically flowerless, Cockroaches are disgustingly tuneless, Philanthropists are unequivocally taintless, Pretentious are horrendously cultureless, Gloom is inexplicably colorless, Skies are unfathomably limitless, Demons are insidiously starless, Barbaric are despondently seedless, Prejudiced are ignominiously friendless, Relationships are impregnably measureless, Depression is tyrannically lusterless, Capricious are staggeringly careless, Tornado’s are tumultuously gearless, Afternoons are swelteringly moonless, Honesty is irrefutably stainless, Malicious are impoverishedly armless, Birds are ecstatically footless, Fairies are ravishingly beardless, Impeachment is grotesquely faceless, Entrepreneurs are intrepidly fearless, Logs are obdurately foamless, Enigmas are tantalizingly keyless,

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Horizons are obliviously clueless, Hollowness is penalizingly handless, Dishonest are insatiably penniless, Lazy are waveringly jobless, Hell is torturously heartless, Nature is flirtatiously wireless, Shadows are diminutively powerless, Blood-thirsty are wholesomely artless, Destinies are waveringly mapless, Dare-devils are snobbishly wreckless, Pragmatic are prudently cloudless, Cursed are lamely childless, Infants are perpetually faultless, And love is immortally priceless… _____________________________________________________________

MY GODLY WIFE A little piquant; tangily bouncing in the aisles of untamed yearning; and a little sweet; profusely deluging the morbidly sullen atmosphere with the ingratiatingly captivating melody in her voice, A little ecstatic; uninhibitedly philandering amidst the stars of tantalizing fantasy; and a little romantic; compassionately embracing all those disastrously bereaved that; confronted her in her majestic way, A little vivacious; indefatigably expending her ebullient energy of goodness to the world around; and a little spell binding; incarcerating even the most alien of personality in her mystically divine swirl, A little doughty; formidably facing the unsurpassable armory of impediments that hindered her in her royal stride; and a little dainty; exotically tingling frigid globules of soil; with her insurmountably titillating caress, Was my invincibly mesmerizing wife; who not only bestowed upon me a countless births to survive; even in this impoverished singleton birth of mine; but was infact the sole air that I breathed in life; the very reason that I was blissfully alive….

A little shy; magnificently curling her seductive eyelashes under twinkling rays of the pearly Moon; and a little loquacious; cataclysmically divulging her soul out; when she felt the insatiable desire to

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh express herself, A little crimson; blushing like the blooming lilies when I first sighted her; and a little pink; snoozing and relentlessly fantasizing above the corridors of paradise; when in nostalgically deep sleep, A little enigmatic; inscrutably wandering through a web of magical enchantment; and a little pragmatic; manipulating her daily routine to survive in this stringently conventional society; with astounding agility, A little flirtatious; gallivanting in gay abandon behind the hills just as the Sun wholesomely blended with the horizons; and a little sonorous; admonishing unruly urchins for tainting her kitchen floor; in her fervently deep throated voice, Was my immortally everlasting wife; who was not only my perpetual inspiration to benevolently bond in threads of sacrosanct humanity; but was infact the sole air that I breathed in life; the very reason that I was blissfully alive….

A little dreamer; perennially lost in clouds of euphorically unending fantasy; and a little artistic; fabulously enshrouding barren bits of canvas; with the stupendously radiant artistry in her philanthropic palms, A little patriotic; unequivocally surging forward to mitigate her motherland from the clutches of diabolically evil; and a little surreal; leaping like a fleet footed fairy; to enlighten gloom all around her; with the rays of Omnipotent mankind, A little saintly; possessing incomprehensibly magical powers to heal the most bizarre of wounds with the ointment of her impregnable caring; and a little innocent; incessantly reminiscing those exuberant moments of fresh birth; when she was just born, A little ubiquitous; tirelessly functioning as a benign messiah of all deprived humanity; and a little tantalizing; igniting my every frigidly devastating night with; unrelenting fireballs of tumultuous passion, Was my unassailably heavenly wife; who not only; magnanimously fulfilled every benevolent desire of my heart; with the melody in her stride; but was infact the sole air that I breathed in life; the very reason that I was blissfully alive….

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miseries that she was uncouthly subjected to; entirely to herself; and a little volatile; fulminating into an boundless kaleidoscope of resplendently gregarious color; as the Sun gloriously crept up in the sky, A little flamboyant; blazing a path of irrevocably scintillating triumph on every humanitarian mission she embarked; and a little timid; succumbing to every innocuous longing that vociferously diffused from my mouth, A little blissful; marvelously pacifying even the most barbarically frazzled nerves with the river of her fascinating entertainment; and a little ardent; passionately coalescing with every beat of my ferociously palpitating heart; till times immemorial, A little sporadic; intermittently bursting into spurts of divinely philosophies to holistically survive in the conquest of life; and a little motherly; soothing my unfathomable battalion of anguished tensions; with the aura of her Omnisciently celestial senses, Was my impregnably Godly wife; who not only showered me with eternally transpiring and contenting happiness; but was infact the sole air that I breathed in life; the very reason that I was blissfully alive…. _____________________________________________________________

JUST LISTENING TO MY BEATS She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably gauge the profound sadness enshrouding my countenance; by just ethereally glimpsing at my shielding eyelashes, She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably prognosticate the hunger in my stomach; by just sighting me restlessly gnawing at my bohemian nails, She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably sense the maniacal desperation in my trembling visage; by just the infinitesimally changed tone; in the nimble cadence of my voice, She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably comprehend the wave of bizarre mortification enveloping my soul; by just the capricious tinge of poignant scarlet; on my impoverished cheeks, She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably narrate the experiences of my day; by just feeling the transiently cringed lines; on my

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh diminutively frazzled forehead, She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably guess the thunderbolts of tumultuous anger encapsulating my blood; by just witnessing that inconspicuous iota of frantic vacillation in my dwindling stride, She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably feel the insatiably nostalgic child in me; by just gently caressing my innocuously vivacious lips, She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably soliloquize the first day of my birth; by just kissing my rampantly fluttering and daintily gorgeous eyelashes, She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably understand the diabolically obsessive agony in my life; by just sighting the augmented redness in the interiors of my palm; and withering body skin, She hadn’t give me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably analyze the state of intriguingly inexplicable mind; by just staring for mock seconds; at the ludicrously staggering curvature of my spine, She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably construe the vibrant philosopher entrenching my senses from all sides; by just inhaling the scent that drifted; from my profusely wandering countenance, She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably conceive the insurmountable reservoir of fantasy circulating in my blood; by just kneading my pulse a minuscule trifle, She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably perceive the tumultuous electricity in my compassionate visage; by just the poignant magnetism that radiated on every step that I gently tread, She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably apprehend the unfathomable carpet of dreams in my eyes; by just witnessing the resplendently shimmering twinkle that lay; therein, She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably assimilate the unrelenting euphoria in each element of my persona; by just tracing the tiny globules of sweat; that ran down my chest, She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably discern the ardent believer in my body; by just witnessing the resiliently unflinching contours of my chin, She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably grasp the artist fulminating inexorably in my ecstatic veins; by just feeling the astronomical propensity in my fireballs of passionate

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breath, She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably realize my uncontrollably escalating desire; by just cuddling the fantastically zealous moistness; which engulfed every trajectory of my flesh, And she hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could still irrefutably define my immortal love for her divinely grace; by just listening to the marvelously impregnable beats of my small; but perpetually craving heart….. _____________________________________________________________

THE SEEDS OF LOVE The Sun might inundate every cranny of this boundlessly mesmerizing Universe; with fireballs of its blazingly optimistic light; sizzling in the corridors of untamed glory for centuries immemorial, But it was the rays of Omnipotent hope that poignantly diffused from your eyes; which metamorphosed me from a bundle of orphaned hopelessness; to the most opulently philanthropic man alive…. The flower might perpetuate every iota of this fathomlessly enchanting Universe; with its ingratiatingly voluptuous scent; triggering waves of rhapsody in the lives of those submerged with horrific despair, But it was the insatiably marvelous fragrance that uninhibitedly disseminated from your visage; which made me rise from the inconspicuously ghastly ashes; making me impregnably feel that I was blissfully alive…. The mountains might formidably defend every organism on this majestically endless Universe; with the unbelievably Herculean strength in their towering arms, But it was the overwhelmingly unsurpassable fortitude in your vibrant voice; which engendered me to irrefutably conquer every benign mission; in the tenure of my disastrously impoverished life…. The oceans might boundlessly pacify the thirst of one and all on this exotically gigantic Universe; with the ebulliently tangy water undulating in their timeless bellies, But it was the unfathomable reservoir of golden sweat that profusely dribbled from your divinely skin; which landed me in waves of supremely celestial contentment;

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh miraculously uplifted me from dungeons of malicious depravation and ominously vicious boredom……. The forests might incomprehensibly deluge every wind on this royally resplendent Universe; with the never-ending mysticism in their; enigmatically swirling persona, But it was the ravishingly untamed charisma that piquantly unraveled each time you swished your tantalizing hair; which made me romanticize in the aisles of unprecedented desire; for infinite more births of mine; yet to unveil…. The breeze might fantastically envelop every portion of this gorgeously titillating Universe; with magically augmenting exuberance; trapped in even the most minuscule element of its gusty swirl, But it was the air that gloriously fulminated from your sacrosanct nostrils; which bequeathed upon me the perennial tenacity to exist beyond my times; wonderfully bestowing upon me my ultimate status in; scintillating life…. The bees might beautifully sprinkle every space on this ubiquitously flowering Universe; with insurmountable waterfalls of melodiously appeasing honey, But it was the heavenly sweetness in your Omnisciently harmonious voice; which granted me the most symbiotically bountiful endowment in my indigently stumbling life; made an invincible winner in every benevolent conquest of survival…. The robust fruits of Nature might tangily enshroud every trajectory on this magnificently euphoric Universe; with an ardor to ebulliently transcend over all despicable hunger and bizarre starvation, But it was the Omnipresent philosophies of your impeccably glowing soul; which were the eternally placating food; for my lecherously monotonous and satanically rugged life…. And the heavens might endow every tangible and intangible atom on this alluringly embellished Universe; with vivacious spurts of boisterously charming life, But it was the seeds of love in your immortally throbbing heart; which propelled me to proliferate countless more of my kind; be reborn again and again and again; every time the earth spawned out of obfuscated oblivion; to serve all humanity and living; delightfully alike…

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THE HEART WILL FOLLOW If you indefatigably dream of the radiantly glistening sky; the flamboyantly blistering Sun; will inevitably follow, If you relentlessly dream to float in the magnificently voluptuous clouds; the astronomically unprecedented summits; will inevitably follow, If you intransigently dream to irrefutably succeed; thunderbolts of vibrantly mesmerizing prosperity; will inevitably follow, If you incorrigibly dream of everlasting happiness; the blanket of unconquerably uninhibited philanthropism; will inevitably follow, If you timelessly dream of invincibly immortal peace; the web of divinely sacrosanct wisdom; will inevitably follow, If you timelessly dream of the piquantly ravishing ocean; the gloriously impregnable festoon of royal sharks; will inevitably follow, If you tirelessly dream of the voluptuously majestic night; the garland of exotically glittering and seductive stars; will inevitably follow, If you unequivocally dream of flirtatiously divine mischief; the realms of stupendously impeccable childhood; will inevitably follow, If you immutably dream of euphoric poignancy; the incredulously emphatic mirrors of the scintillating eye; will inevitably follow, If you irrevocably dream of charismatically tantalizing smiles; the marvelously unassailable impressions of innocuous lips; will inevitably follow, If you incorrigibly dream of perpetual beauty; the celestial lap of your Omnipotent mother; will inevitably follow, If you endlessly dream of unsurpassably augmenting melody; the voice of the bountifully enthralling nightingale; will inevitably follow, If you unceasingly dream of perennially Omnipresent fragrance; the flower of astoundingly symbiotic mankind; will inevitably follow, If you insatiably dream of ingratiatingly exquisite calligraphy; the feather tipped pen dipped in wonderfully scarlet ink; will inevitably follow, If you intractably dream of vivaciously unraveling compassion; the stupendously incomprehensible wave of humanity; will inevitably follow, If you uncompromisingly dream of intriguingly enigmatic flirtation; the spell binding hills of boisterously robust youth; will inevitably follow, If you eternally dream of immaculately glittering triumph; the spirit of overwhelmingly transpiring

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh patriotism; will inevitably follow, If you boundlessly dream of unflinchingly Omniscient light; the rays of formidably benign hope; will inevitably follow, If you perpetually dream of ubiquitously bonding brotherhood; the Omnipresent religion of Godly humanity; will inevitably follow, If you inexhaustibly dream of enamoringly blooming life; the fireballs of tenaciously ardent breath; will inevitably follow, And if you incessantly dream of fabulously everlasting love; the immortal beats of the sensitively beautiful heart; will inevitably follow….

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DANCING IN HER HEART When I danced on the ultimate summit of the astronomically colossal mountain; initially I felt waves of stupendously ingratiating exhilaration deluge me from all sides, Although as time rapidly unleashed; and the Sun austerely gleamed to sweltering radiance; my nimble feet trembled uncontrollably upon the treacherous slopes; and I found the conglomerate of my robust bones metamorphose to inconspicuous chowder; as I yelled my last before smashing against the cold-blooded rocks…. When I danced on the fathomlessly tangy ocean; frolicking in the heart of the marvelously poignant waves; initially I felt the gregariously rhapsodic froth transit me into realms of tantalizing heaven, Although as the minutes crept by; and the Sun commenced to languidly kiss the horizons; an intransigently vicious pain enveloped my entire countenance; as a malicious battalion of pugnacious sharks dragged me barbarically to blend me with the rock bottom…. When I danced on the ethereally spell-binding clouds; kissing the mesmerizing mists as they floated past my rubicund cheeks; initially I felt as if I had witnessed every iota of enchanting beauty upon the trajectory of the boundlessly bountiful Universe, Although as the day unfurled itself into hideous night; and the Moon refrained to creep up in the sky;

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I found myself taking the greatest plunge of my life; sinking down to find devastated refuge with pertinent worms; infinite kilometers beneath soil…. When I danced on a pile of incomprehensible gold coin; feeling an unfathomable barrage of scintillating silver cascade down my neck; initially I felt as if I was the most flamboyantly opulent man alive, Although a few seconds later; and as vindictive witches of hell descended down on earth; all celestial empathy vanished uncouthly from my disastrously shriveled persona; to ruthlessly snap the eternal chapter of my romantic life…. When I danced on a shimmering garland of blissful sand; ravishingly tickling my soles with the resplendent granules of enthrallment trapped within; initially I felt as if all sorrow had abnegated forever from my life, Although a few moments later; and as dusk seemed to advance its ominous stranglehold over brilliant light; I ludicrously slipped worse than nine-pins to lick worthless dust; with a cluster of irascibly heinous ant playing hide and seek; with my lame ears…. When I danced on an unfathomable horde of crocodiles; intrepidly caressing my big toe nails in exuberant gusto against their majestically serrated skin; initially I felt the bravest man on earth; applauding my Herculean feat by staring mockingly towards the heavens, Although as the hour changed its dimensions; and the beasts started to belligerently shrug their afternoon siesta; I found no difference between my brain and feet; disappearing into threadbare oblivion for centuries immemorial…. When I danced on royally flaming fires; trespassing intractably across the sizzling embers all day and murderous night; initially I felt winds of supremely uninhibited compassion enshroud my penuriously dithering visage; for countless more births of mine, Although as the clock fervently ticked; and as the overwhelmingly traumatized agony of heat proliferated multifold; I soon transformed into ashes of insipid nothingness; to coalesce with corridors of lecherously lambasting hell…. When I danced on the land of nostalgically impeccable souls; ebulliently juxtaposing with their timeless essence; initially I felt all richness and endless grace on this planet being showered upon me in unequivocal plenty, Although as days sped into painstaking fortnights; and as even the most minuscule beam of hope immutably denied to linger in the devastatedly sinister atmosphere; every iota of my invincibly looming persona; soon evaporated into non-existent trails of

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh the satanic ghost… When I danced in the heart of my divinely beloved; bonding each beat of my miserably palpitating heart with the insurmountably perennial river of her immortal love; initially I felt an Omnipotent endowment to lead a countless more ecstatic lives, And I can state it with irrefutable pride this time; that as the moments unfolded into a sparkling tomorrow; I was reborn again and again and again; as the most powerful entity on this marvelously enamoring Universe; the power which was none else but the fragrance of her impregnably unceasing love….

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SUDDENLY METAMORPHOSED… Don’t you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like frigidly decrepit chunks of unsolicited manure; but when it came to sequestering you from the clutches of the salaciously marauding devil; my hands suddenly metamorphosed into the most invincibly unshakable power on this fathomless Universe, Don’t you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like parsimoniously squashed and squalid contours of the pig-stalk; but when it came to enlightening you from the aisles of inexplicable morbidity; my lips suddenly metamorphosed into the most redolently Omnipotent smile on this boundless Universe, Don’t you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like hopelessly crumbling matchsticks of scurrilous disdain; but when it came to peeling every layer of sugarcane skin for you; my teeth suddenly metamorphosed into a fortress of unbreakably fantastic temerity, Don’t you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like haplessly cancerous parasites egregiously fretting even in the most brilliant of sunlight; but when it came to compassionately carrying you to your destination; my shoulders suddenly metamorphosed into a rock of unflinchingly Herculean solidarity, Don’t you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like inconspicuously mortified ants; but when it came to indefatigably galloping to quench your

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every dream; my feet suddenly metamorphosed into a dynamite of endlessly springing freshness, Don’t you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like lugubriously extinguishing horizons; but when it came to searching you in the most blackened of night; my eyes suddenly metamorphosed into a Sun of unceasingly triumphant light, Don’t you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like lifeless twigs of dangling uncertainty; but when it came to sketching your benign silhouette; my fingers suddenly metamorphosed into the most artistically bounteous paradise of panoramic beauty, Don’t you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like a pertinently evanescent mosquito fluttering every now and again; but when it came to uninhibitedly cavorting with you behind the pristinely rain soaked hills; my eyelashes suddenly metamorphosed into an undefeatable sky of blissful mischief, Don’t you worry O! Beloved; it might otherwise seem like an apocalypse of wanton dumbness; but when it came to singing in your divinely praise; my throat suddenly metamorphosed into a heaven of sensuously mellifluous nightingales, Don’t you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like a corpse of meaninglessly indolent sleep; but when it came to impregnably safeguarding you while you celestially slept; my eyelids suddenly metamorphosed into a volcano of insuperable alacrity, Don’t you worry O! Beloved; it might otherwise seem like a penuriously pulverized ladder of nothingness; but when it came to uprooting even the most infinitesimal trace of evil surrounding you; my spine suddenly metamorphosed into an unassailably majestic cosmos of intrepid strength, Don’t you worry O! Beloved; it might otherwise seem like a desperately flailing flea of bizarre emptiness; but when it came to tranquilly caressing every pore of your estranged persona in the acrimoniously unsparing mid-day Sun; my shadow suddenly metamorphosed into a cistern of magnificently bountiful harmony, Don’t you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like flaccidly flagrant caterpillars loathing towards fulsome extinction; but when it came to wounding any organism who dared to diabolically tease you; my nails suddenly metamorphosed into the sharpest sword of vindication on this eternal Universe, Don’t you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like a desolately

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh slavering stream of balderdash jelly; but when it came to withstanding any warrior on earth who tried to ruthlessly snatch you; my bones suddenly metamorphosed into wall of unbreakably peerless determination, Don’t you worry O! Beloved; it might otherwise seem like lividly colorless and cadaverously cursing saliva; but when it came to coalescing every ingredient of your life with the religion of humanity; my blood suddenly metamorphosed into a heaven of eternally interminable oneness, Don’t you worry O! Beloved; it might otherwise seem like a non-existent gutter of derogatory raunchiness; but when it came to disseminating your voice of everlasting truth to the farthest quarter of this planet; my conscience suddenly metamorphosed into an unstoppable fire of royal righteousness, Don’t you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem like languidly senseless cockroaches extruding from my diminutive scalp; but when it came to tantalizing every pore of your remorsefully depressed skin; my hair suddenly metamorphosed into a cascade of timelessly silken togetherness, Don’t you worry O! Beloved; it might otherwise seem like a pugnaciously massacring mirage of death; but when it came to miraculously resuscitating your lifeless form; my breath suddenly metamorphosed into an Omnipresently effulgent caravan of sparkling life, And don’t you worry O! Beloved; they might otherwise seem infidel palpitations of dismally deteriorating oblivion; but when it came to inimitably inundating every aspect of your life with Immortal friendship; my heartbeats suddenly metamorphosed into the Creator of Omniscient love… _____________________________________________________________

THE TALKING… For the blissfully fructifying trees; it was the astounding festoon of marvelously enchanting green leaves; which did the vividly mesmerizing and sprightly talking, For the fathomlessly silken skies; it was the handsomely crimson puffs of untamed clouds; which did the inscrutably reinvigorating and compassionate talking, For the vividly exuberant oceans; it was the spell bindingly tangy swirl of

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the frosty waves; which did the uninhibitedly boisterous and triumphant talking, For the robustly harmonious body; it was the perpetually quintessential streams of scarlet blood; which did the timelessly humanitarian and victorious talking, For the resplendently enamoring rose; it was the celestially unparalleled fragrance; which did the pricelessly unconquerable and wonderfully divine talking, For the endlessly virile soil; it was the magically sprouting fruit; which did the unbelievably altruistic and bounteously symbiotic talking, For the indomitably towering mountain; it was the inimitably fantastic epitome of unity; which did the unsurpassably amiable and intrepidly replenishing talking, For the intricately nimble palms; it was the astoundingly mystical labyrinth of destiny lines; which did the inexplicably rhapsodic and ebulliently stupefied talking, For the limitlessly royal deserts; it were the enchanting undulations of sands; which did the boundlessly surreal and tantalizingly unceasing talking, For the ingeniously inexhaustible brain; it was the unassailable reservoir of fantasy; which did the effulgently melodious and fearlessly sensuous talking, For the pristinely sacrosanct cow; it was the impeccably insuperable cistern of milk; which did the righteously untainted and undefeatedly truthful talking, For the emphatically dancing eye; it was incredulously heartwarming river of affable moisture; which did the ardently coalescing and uninhibitedly blessed talking, For the Omnipotently blistering Sun; it was the amazingly unfettered rays of freedom; which did the brilliantly liberated and timelessly infallible talking, For the articulately evolving Artist; it was the beautifully honest soul; which did the unfathomably majestic and pricelessly synergistic talking, For the indefatigably patriotic Soldier; it was the virtue of perennially indomitable fearlessness; which did the victoriously jubilant and peerlessly liberated talking, For the Omnisciently venerated Mother; it was the freshly born infant; which did the tirelessly euphoric and everlastingly enchanting talking, For the inebriated nubile Maiden; it was the torrential cloudburst of

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh sensuousness; which did the seductively captivating and gloriously titillating talking, For the chapter of unendingly proliferating life; it was unconquerably endowing breath; which did the spell bindingly gracious and philanthropically ameliorating talking, And for the Omnipresently true love; it was the unabashedly Godly heartbeat; which did the Immortally victorious and endlessly procreating talking…. _____________________________________________________________

DO YOU HAVE A HEART AT ALL… She venomously told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the most ardent of my obsessions for her magnetically vivacious silhouette; the majestic swish of her hair with every puff of exuberant wind, She raunchily told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the most inimitably benign sacrifices that I’d done; to ensure that she perpetually blazed in the heaven of eternally fructifying prosperity, She impeachingly told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the most mellifluously heartfelt songs; that I’d indefatigably penned for her astoundingly mesmerizing grace, She unforgivably told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the most impeccably endless of my prayers to the Almighty Lord; to miraculously alleviate her from the corpses of inexplicably asphyxiating cancer and disease, She ominously told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the most blazingly unfettered triumphs; that I had perennially secured to keep her an infinite kilometers away from the hedonistically sodomizing devil, She truculently told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the most wonderfully royal artistry; that I had tirelessly assimilated from the fathomlessly unceasing Universe; to solely blend with the sacred imprints of her feet, She ruthlessly told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the most fervent of my palpitations; my every beat which’d throbbed for none other on this boundless Universe; but her divinely grace, She uncouthly told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the most

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sincere of my efforts to keep awake all treacherously esoteric night; so that she snored in the aisles of invincibly heavenly paradise, She brashly told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the most unlimited of my therapies to magically mollify her brutally estranged existence; with the wings of timelessly liberated sensuousness, She horrifically told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the most philanthropic of my attempts; to forever blend every ingredient of her priceless blood with the unassailable religion of mankind, She lividly told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the most undefeatable of my feelings for her wholesome wellness; every tyrannically distraught tear of hers blissfully metamorphosed into a gorge of unshakable happiness, She pugnaciously told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the most spell bindingly unparalleled of my infatuations for her; the countless nights of hell in which I’d miserably writhed and grunted; just to ethereally capture a singleton of her enamoring smiles, She emotionlessly told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the most unbreakable winds of timeless friendship; which I’d forever wanted to celestially enshroud her with, She unabashedly told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the most sacredly potent of my virility; the seeds of everlastingly beautiful compassion that I had unflinchingly sown into her innocuous soul, She vindictively told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the most jubilantly effulgent of my expressions; everytime when I sighted her unconquerably enchanting shadow, She unsparingly told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the most earnest of my possessiveness for her; unimaginably strangulating myself every instant with parasitically alien poison; just so that she unchallangably ruled every iota of the environment like the ultimate princess of her time, She vituperatively told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the most supremely optimistic things that I had done; to enlighten every pore of her despairingly bereaved flesh; towards a sky of vivaciously silken ecstasy, She obnoxiously told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the most Omnisciently Immortal covering of my breath for her; when she was haplessly tottering on the coffins of inevitably squelching death, And whilst she mercilessly told me that she hated me an infinite times in her heart for the infinite things of godly goodness that I’d

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh countlessly showered upon her; I humbly asked her as to whether in the first place; she did indeed “Have a Heart at all”….. _____________________________________________________________

THE ULTIMATE PRINCESS…. My brain could perhaps ruthlessly expurgate you out; but what about its every unimaginably tantalizing fantasy; of which you were the most pricelessly ultimate queen, My fingers could perhaps mercilessly shrug you out; but what about the most resplendently royal meadow of shapes that they sketched; which constituted of nothing else but your Omnisciently enchanting grace; which constituted of nothing else but only you, My eyes could perhaps disdainfully kick you out; but what about each droplet of empathy that dribbled from them; of which you were the most Omnisciently ameliorating messiah, My blood could perhaps obnoxiously discard you out; but what about what about its invincibly fearless fragrance; which had bonded with each perpetual element of your humanitarian soul, My shadow could perhaps acrimoniously rule you out; but what about its unparalleled ocean of gloriously untamed seduction; on which you peerlessly danced every redolently enrapturing night, My signature could perhaps atrociously delete you out; but what about its inimitable waves of impeccable integrity; which maneuvered solely to your sky of sacrosanct commands, My voice could perhaps abominably erase you out; but what about its fervently unceasing cadence; which timelessly reverberated only to the tinkling of your beautifully Omnipresent feet, My ears could perhaps endlessly shun you out; but what about their astoundingly undefeatable sensitivity; which perpetuated into a garden of insuperable loveliness an infinite spaces above heaven; at the tiniest insinuation of your sound, My shoulders could perhaps treacherously discard you out; but what about their unflinchingly triumphant strength; which tirelessly followed only the strings of your unassailably divine righteousness,

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My feet could perhaps mercilessly pulverize you out; but what about their every magnanimous imprint; which was nothing but a manifestation of your miraculously ameliorating selflessness, My tongue could perhaps salaciously spit you out; but what about its unceasing plethora of tastebuds; which indefatigably breathed only to relish the flavor of your celestially empowering existence, My skin could perhaps diabolically slander you out; but what about its every ardently aroused pore; which rested in perennially heavenly contentment only after your magically mitigating caress, My nails could perhaps perniciously scratch you out; but what about their supreme uninhibitedness; which was solely a ramification of your undauntedly liberated persona, My hair could perhaps perfidiously dismantle you out; but what about their incredulously mesmerizing vivaciousness; in which reflected solely your exuberantly unfettered stride, My bones could perhaps satanically trash you out; but what about their Herculean strength; which possessed only your pristine elixir of unconquerable truthfulness to survive, My legs could perhaps ignominiously squelch you out; but what about their tremendously unhindered exhilaration; their ecstatic gallop towards the victory line which was forever sublimed by your Omnipresent smiles, My conscience could perhaps scurrilously scavenge you out; but what about its mirror of Omnisciently brilliant truth; in which was profoundly embedded yours and only your immaculately unprejudiced image of life, My nostrils could perhaps hideously squirm you out; but what about their unlimited gorge of fantastically life-yielding breath; which had perpetually coalesced with every step that you alighted in the chapter of inscrutable life, And my heart could perhaps unsparingly excoriate you out; but what about its sky of immortally ubiquitous beats; everyone of them on which you ruled as the ultimate princess for times even beyond an infinite more lifetimes…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

BLESSEDLY REBORN… When I kissed you on your marvelously rubicund lips; I felt as if floating in the bountifully pristine paradise; with every bit of happiness on this fathomless planet; mine and perpetually mine, When I kissed you on your ingeniously sculptured forehead; I felt as if even the most inconspicuously infidel ingredient of my blood; had forever metamorphosed into a lake of insuperably divine righteousness, When I kissed you on your daintily artistic fingers; I felt as if even the most insidiously diabolical of monotony on this boundless earth; had transformed into a fountain of perennially unhindered rhapsody, When I kissed you on your sensuously moistened throat; I felt the most blessed organism on this gargantuan Universe; unsurpassably culminating into a fireball of unceasingly effulgent delight, When I kissed you on your ebulliently newborn eyelashes; I felt that the entire newness of this miraculously ameliorating planet; was now embedded for times immemorial; profoundly into the dormitories of my soul, When I kissed you on your tantalizingly nubile belly; I felt as to why was the entire planet unrelentingly engaged in ruthlessly bombarding war; when ultimate victory was just a compassionate caress away, When I kissed you on your majestically seductive cheeks; I felt as if the most torrentially blessing rainfall was cascading from the Omnipotent skies; magically mitigating me of the most inexplicably cancerous of my disease, When I kissed you on your astoundingly sensitive ears; I felt as if everything around me had come to an intractable standstill; with the most thunderously demonic screams miserably floundering to have the tiniest of impact on my celestially everlasting reverie, When I kissed you on your jubilantly ravishing nape; I felt every puff of the atmosphere to be an unbelievably charismatic flower of solidarity; enlightening every aspect of my lugubriously plaintive existence with unlimitedly benign care, When I kissed you on your optimistically venerated feet; I felt as if my search for the Omniscient divine had ended here itself; with even the most infinitesimally faulty aspect of my survival now replaced with the infallibly invincible armor of eternal truth,

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When I kissed you on your affably glistening armpits; I felt even the most ethereal pore of my skin transcend the aisles of infinite infinity; sing in ever-pervading unison with the laws of pricelessly symbiotic existence, When I kissed you on your eclectically vivacious shadow; I felt as there was not the most diminutive trace of depression on this limitless planet; as if my body was evolved just to unfathomably fantasize and rest, When I kissed you on your resplendently enamoring tongue; I felt timelessly philandering in a heaven of incredulously unending enchantment; where my thirst for every pricelessly panoramic thing of life was quenched to the most unprecedented limits, When I kissed you on your altruistically philanthropic shoulders; I felt closer than ever to every fraternity of unassailable humanity; synergistically blending with its myriad infinite colors of unshakable togetherness, When I kissed you on your magnificently inebriating chin; I felt cloudbursts of unfettered exhilaration ignite in even the most evanescent of my senses; as I intrepidly galloped through the seas of never-ending adventure, When I kissed you on your freshly bathed bosom; I felt myself to be the most astoundingly virile man on the trajectory of this unending Universe; proliferating into timelessly endowing newness in just one singularly truncated lifetime, When I kissed you on your enigmatically euphoric panic-button; I felt the highest apogee of every source of vibrantly palpitating life; plummeting face-on into such a valley of unparalleled excitement; which had simply no end, When I kissed you on your fierily breathing nostrils; I felt the most passionately impregnable entity alive; even an infinite feet beneath my morbidly delinquent corpse, And when I kissed you on your immortally victorious heart; I felt as if the Omnipresent Creator had granted me a countless more lives in a single lifetime; as if I had freshly arisen from the graveyard of the most ghastliest of death; to be blessedly reborn…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

BEFORE TWO BODIES COULD MEET…. Before two eyes could perpetually meet; it was tirelessly indispensable that their majestically unfettered and symbiotically convivial empathy; should forever and blissfully meet, Before two lips could perpetually meet; it was boundlessly indispensable that their sensuously proliferating and timelessly igniting passion; should forever and impregnably meet, Before two palms could perpetually meet; it was insurmountably indispensable that their beautifully benign and inexhaustibly philanthropic selflessness; should forever and unassailably meet, Before two bloodstreams could perpetually meet; it was limitlessly indispensable that their celestially unfettered and inimitably brilliant fragrance; should forever and ecstatically meet, Before two fingers could perpetually meet; it was unceasingly indispensable; that their wonderfully emollient and royally blessing artistry; should forever and triumphantly meet, Before two skins could perpetually meet; it was irrefutably indispensable; that their pristinely burgeoning and unfathomably astounding mischief; should forever and enchantingly meet, Before two brains could perpetually meet; it was unconquerably indispensable; that their panoramically liberated and marvelously humanitarian fantasies; should forever and ever-pervadingly meet, Before two shadows could perpetually meet; it was unsurpassably indispensable; that their fathomlessly mesmerizing and mellifluously mollifying tranquility; should forever and insuperably meet, Before two shoulders could perpetually meet; it was unlimitedly indispensable; that their magically mitigating and benevolently Herculean strength; should forever and exuberantly meet, Before two feet could perpetually meet; it was indomitably indispensable; that their spectacularly brazen and uncannily tantalizing adventures; should forever and vividly meet, Before two ears could perpetually meet; it was poignantly indispensable; that their gloriously untainted and supremely Omnipotent sensitivity; should forever and blessedly meet, Before two tongues could perpetually meet; it was irrevocably indispensable; that their aristocratically unbridled and jubilantly enlightening

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melody; should forever and eternally meet, Before two conscience’s could perpetually meet; it was inexorably indispensable; that their miraculously ameliorating and effulgently optimistic truths; should forever and resplendently meet, Before two eyelashes could perpetually meet; it was immutably indispensable; that their spell-bindingly nubile and beautifully synergistic flirtations; should forever and victoriously meet, Before two bellies could perpetually meet; it was immeasurably indispensable; that their unbelievably charismatic and magnificently rhapsodic titillations; should forever and unshakably meet, Before two bones could perpetually meet; it was wholesomely indispensable; that their ebulliently enamoring and untiringly sacrosanct ambitions; should forever and indisputably meet, Before two breaths could perpetually meet; it was interminably indispensable; that their passionately Omnipresent and unrestrictedly augmenting sensualities; should forever and undefeatedly meet, Before two hearts could perpetually meet; it was fundamentally indispensable; that their immortally unstoppable and Omnisciently faithful beats; should forever and heavenly meet, And before two bodies could perpetually meet; it was infallibly indispensable; that their profoundly impeccable and bountifully emancipating souls; should forever and invincibly meet… _____________________________________________________________

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT… There were some who thought an infinite times even before; smelling the most tantalizingly redolent and supremely pristine of rose, There were some who thought an infinite times even before; adventuring into the most stupendously exhilarating and inscrutably pristine forests, There were some who thought an infinite times even before; tasting the most majestically sensuous and beautifully replenishing wine, There were some who thought an infinite times even before; sighting the most panoramically blissful and fathomlessly endowing treasures of this Universe, There were some who thought an infinite times even before; dancing under the

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh most vivaciously blistering and brilliantly unfettered rays of the enamoring morning Sun, There were some who thought an infinite times even before; uttering the most pricelessly unconquerable and bountifully blessing elements of truth, There were some who thought an infinite times even before; celebrating the most sacredly ameliorating and irrefutably benevolent victory to unprecedented limits, There were some who thought an infinite times even before; wholesomely blending even the most infinitesimal pore of their miserably estranged conscience; with the winds of unparalleled righteousness, There were some who thought an infinite times even before; bathing under the most invincibly celestial and timelessly exuberant of waterfall, There were some who thought an infinite times even before; excoriating every bit of ruthlessly incorrigible and parasitically delinquent dirt from their nubile skins, There were some who thought an infinite times even before; procreating just one of their handsome kin; and thereby becoming an integrally indispensable benefactor of symbiotically godly proliferation, There were some who thought an infinite times even before; indomitably signing with their robust palms; on the chapters of enchantingly emollient and unbelievably ecstatic life, There were some who thought an infinite times even before; transiting their fretfully beleaguered bodies into heavenly slumber; during the royally twinkling night, There were some who thought an infinite times even before; accepting the fact that they were indeed born from the womb of their Omnisciently compassionate and eternally sparkling mother, There were some who thought an infinite times even before; enshrouding every bone of their forlornly amorphous bodies; with the fabric of insuperably uniting humanity, There were some who thought an infinite times even before; listening to the most impeccably glorious and undefeatedly replenishing voices of their hearts, There were some who thought an infinite times even before; synergistically plunging into the ocean of unflinchingly pious and ever-pervadingly Omnipotent; fertility, There were some who thought an infinite times even before; inhaling inimitably natural and unconquerably rhapsodic air,

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There were some who thought an infinite times even before; lighting a parsimoniously singular candle; to magnificently enlighten the complexion of the cadaverously hedonistic and brutally stinging night, There were some who thought an infinite times even before; accepting the fact that they were harmoniously existent on the periphery of this boundless Universe; although they had the power to explicitly envisage the same in the first place, But there was none on this impregnably endless earth who thought even an obfuscated once before falling in love; letting every beat of their heart immortally bond with the soul mate of their destined life; letting every beat of their heart become unshakably one with the most Omnipresent gift of creation; letting every beat of their heart become a perpetual victim of “Love at first sight”…

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PLEASE COME BACK O ! BELOVED…. Appallingly crippling blackness; even in the most Omnipotently blazing of Sunlight; as the most triumphant of Sun unflinchingly blazed upon the trajectory of this fathomlessly enchanting Universe, Ghoulishly invidious blackness; even in the most everlastingly mesmerizing meadows of brilliantly unfettered freshness and newness, Criminally stabbing blackness; even in the most triumphantly blistering pathways of freedom and royally magical liberation of the soul, Hopelessly asphyxiating blackness; even in the most ecstatically vibrant rainbows; dancing in the aisles of unsurpassably unceasing exhilaration, Deplorably cadaverous blackness; even in the most mellifluously rhapsodic moments of boundlessly spell binding life; even as every iota of bitterness was beautifully metamorphosed into exuberant paradise, Satanically strangulating blackness; even in the most pricelessly victorious of artistry; even as dewdrops of Omnipotent virility cascaded uninhibitedly from

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh every speck of the limitless sky, Ominously deteriorating blackness; even in the most innocuously endowing playgrounds of blessed childhood; even as there blossomed nothing else but enthralling innovation in every ingredient of the ebullient atmosphere, Sinfully sodomizing blackness; even as infinite couples around coalesced into the eternally unbreakable wedlock; even as the winds of symbiotically infallible compassion reigned supreme till times immemorial, Remorsefully condemning blackness; even as every iota of the most hideously cannibalistic crime on this earth transformed into a paradise of unassailable friendship and global brotherhood, Incorrigibly cancerous blackness; even in the heart of the most vivaciously unfettered sea; even as waves timelessly clashed against the rocks to diffuse into an unparalleled gorge of frosty tanginess, Truculently victimizing blackness; even at the steps of the most sacredly Omniscient temple; church; mosque; monastery; even as countless impregnably replenished themselves with everlasting blessings of the Almighty Lord, Hopelessly staggering blackness; even as the scepter of Omnipresent truth reigned as the only power on this boundless Universe; forever ending the dismally salacious mortuary of tawdry lies, Unsurpassably annihilating blackness; even as godly angels magically descended from the miraculously ameliorating heavens; perennially applying the balm of happiness on even the most infinitesimal trace of lambasted misery around, Forlornly incarcerating blackness; even in the most wonderfully celestial downpour of beautifully effulgent rain; even as an unconquerable blanket of perpetual green spawned from threadbarely lackadaisical soil, Carnivorously crippling blackness; even as the entire wealth of the unceasing planet lay uninhibitedly in the garden outside; even as there was nothing else but benign goodness in each platelet of the atmosphere, Acrimoniously knifing blackness; even in the most inscrutably tantalizing forests of sensuousness; even as the elements of poignant romance were the only constituents that were found in crimson blood, Inconsolably pugnacious blackness; even as the most unstoppably marauding of demons were wholesomely trounced to inconspicuous ash; even as the most diminutive shadow of the badness transited into the epitomes of insuperable optimism, Flagrantly whiplashing blackness; even as the Creator blessed every source of life that he’d evolved on this

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unending planet; with eclectically never-ending life, Venomously sadistic blackness; even as unlimited skies of divine blissfully wafted from the nostrils; even as the definition of every death had wholesomely disappeared from the dictionary of symbiotic creation, Yes; there was just blackness and nothing else but deplorably asphyxiating blackness without you O! Beloved; even in the most brilliantly enlightening lights and life; even in the most pricelessly indomitable breaths of existence; even in the most inimitably blessed ingredient of my blood as it gushed all around, And if you really wanted my blackness to forever end; if you really wanted my blackness to forever embrace the wisps of non-existence; if you really wanted my blackness to fructify into new light; then please come back to me from wherever you are right now; please come back to me and hold my hands which were; are and shall forever remain your ultimate slave; on this terrestrial ground….

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IMPOSSIBLE “POSSIBLE”.. It was impossible for me to live without her eyes; as I was tirelessly enamored by their beautifully impeccable whites; the fathomless wonderment of the inscrutable Universe that tirelessly reflected from them, And it was impossible for me to live with her eyes; as they diffused nothing else but vindictively treacherous fire for every aspect of my existence; disconsolately sighted me as a piece of infinitesimally frigid shit…. It was impossible for me to live without her lips; as I obsessively wanted to trace their resplendently sensuous contours all night and day; and even as the most decimating apocalypses of hell descended upon planet divine, And it was impossible for me to live with her lips; as they wafted into nothing else but an unsurpassable ocean of sordid expletives for even the most philanthropic deeds I did; perennially ostracizing me into worthlessly disastrous oblivion…. It was impossible for me to live without her palms; as it was only in their

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh bountifully poignant destiny lines that I found the ultimate fragrance of my impoverished life, And it was impossible for me to live with her palms; as whenever they did move in her life; it was only to mercilessly thrash the last ounce of exhilaration entrapped in each of my bones; bludgeon me to a pulp more torturous than veritable death in the prime of my life…. It was impossible for me to live without her skin; as I indefatigably wanted to smooch its unfathomably unparalleled sensuality; jubilantly bite through every of its pricelessly igniting goose-bump of sensitivity till centuries even beyond the end of my time, And it was impossible for me to live with her skin; as it clandestinely betrayed me behind my back; surrendering in timid weakness to every conceivable masculine aroma on the trajectory of this unbelievably unceasing planet… It was impossible for me to live without her hair; as in their majestically ravishing swirl I found hidden the entire beauty of this boundlessly mesmerizing Universe; sequestered myself forever and ever and ever from the insurmountable animosity of this horrifically robotic world, And it was impossible to live with her hair; as their sole purpose in life was to uncouthly slap me left; right and center for ostensibly no fault of mine; hedonistically strangulate me like a death rope into the corpses of bizarrely unforgivable extinction… It was impossible for me to live without her ears; as in their daintily twinkling lobes; I found a sweetness so mellifluously unconquerable; that uninhibitedly liberated me of all my worries for a countless more lifetimes, And it was impossible to live with her ears; as they were preposterously insensitive to even the most cripplingly hoarse of my cries; wholesomely shunted me even as they heard the most fiercest of thunder gruesomely extraditing me from the chapter of blissful life… It was impossible for me to live without her voice; as it was solely in it that I found the melody of irrefutably infallible truth; as it was my sole inspiration to fearlessly confront even the most obstinately bellicose impediments in the pathways of enigmatic life, And it was impossible for me to live with her voice; as whenever it arose from the solar plexus of her throat; it was just for unendingly

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ridiculing me infront of the entire globe; it was just for criminally numbing each of my royal senses to egalitarian pleasure and pain; alike…. It was impossible for me to live without her fingers; as it in their inimitably heavenly artistry that I tasted nectar in the heart of the iridescently charismatic night; it was in their invincible grip that I felt possessed by the most impregnably interminable of eternal companionship, And it was impossible for me to live with her fingers; as all they could sketch whenever they eclectically put paint paper; was nothing else but the most morbidly incarcerated shapes of my unabashedly shriveled carcass and dead form… It was impossible for me to live without her feet; as it was solely in their benign impressions; that I could find the most gloriously unfettered ideals of this timelessly procreating Universe, And it was impossible for me to live with her feet; as whenever she alighted them from her state of indolent inertia; it was only to salaciously kick me like a chunk of neglected feces; to the furthermost coffins of diabolically besmirching hell… It was impossible for me to live without her shoulders; as their altruistically benevolent strength to hoist every deprived orphan; was my undefeated sublimation to timelessly triumph in the odyssey of endowing life, And it was impossible for me to live with her shoulders; as unrelentingly surged forward at the cost of my desires and pride; ruthlessly massacring my integrity to inconspicuously wanton dust; countless a times…. It was impossible for me to live without her brain; as her ingeniously innovative swirl to evolve insatiably blessing magic out of desperate nothingness; was what had indeed become an indispensable ingredient of my blood, And it was impossible for me to live with her brain; as I knew that it harbored nothing else but limitless abhorrence for my diminutive form; it dreamt of nothing else but pulverizing me into my venomous grave; alive… It was impossible for me to live without her conscience; as solely in its spirit of Omnipotent honesty; was I able to explicitly sight and admire God’s panoramic creation to the most unprecedented limits,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh And it was impossible for me to live with her conscience; as it relentlessly discarded me as an unceremoniously forlorn speck of meaninglessness; perceived even the most righteous of my deed to be the coffin of ominously disparaging death…. It was impossible for me to live without her blood; as I perpetually wanted to mélange the elixir of my existence with each of her blessedly unassailable veins; thereby feel the most pricelessly gifted organism alive, And it was impossible for me to live with her blood; as it ferociously expurgated even the most cloistered rudiment of my existence from its exuberant swirl; cognizing it to be the most satanically lambasting venom of its time…. It was impossible for me to live without her shadow; as I transcended every level of spell binding fantasy in its enchantingly tranquil sheath; attaining the most beautifully unbridled rest of my life in its astoundingly heavenly coolness, And it was impossible for me to live with her shadow; as from it immorally radiated the images of those innumerable men; whom she’d sadistically utilized to quench her carnal thirst; with whom she’d tawdrily slept… It was impossible for me to live without her sweat; as solely in its fabulously unhindered scent of perseverance; did I discover my mission to succeed in the journey of bounteously virile life, And it was impossible for me to live with her sweat; as for it I was just an unbearably pernicious mosquito; disconsolately perpetuating my cries of ghastly extinction into its marvelously golden persona… It was impossible for me to live without her belly; as it unceasingly tantalized me till even beyond the corridors of magnificently replenishing paradise; as solely in its incredulously victorious softness did I realize that I was tirelessly proliferating and handsomely virile, And it was impossible for me to live with her belly; as it wholeheartedly cuddled even the most belligerent dustbin of ghoulish trash; but unstoppably rejected even the remotest of my sight… It was impossible for me to live without her freshness; as it was my sole reason for being incessantly enlightened in my already desolately depraving life; as it metamorphosed even the most dolorously invidious of my night into brilliantly Omnipresent sunshine, And it was impossible for me to live with her freshness; as it

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acrimoniously considered me as the most stagnantly disconcerting dribble of dirt on this Universe; as it considered even the most ebulliently ecstatic smile of mine as delinquently decrepit and stale…. It was impossible for me to live without her tongue; as it was solely while nibbling at its untamed tanginess; did I find the kindergartens of mischievously unconquerable childhood; innocuously enshroud me once again till the very end of my time, And it was impossible for me to live with her tongue; as it libidinously spat on me all night and sweltering day; just as if I was a singular dustpan for cleansing it of all its unsolicited extremeties… It was impossible for me to live without her breath; as it was solely the only thing on earth that could’ve granted me effulgent life even after lurid death; made me feel the most wonderfully richest entity on earth even when I was robustly alive, And it was impossible for me to live with her breath; as it intractably refrained to inhale even when a countless feet near me; as it proclaimed to the entire world that I profusely smelt of nothing else but disgustingly collapsing cowardice… It was impossible for me to live without her heart; as it was solely in every of its passionately queenly beat; that I felt as if everything around me was God’s amiably bonding paradise; that I felt that I was insuperably and immortally alive, And it was impossible for me to live with her heart; as it raunchily betrayed me right infront of my staring eyes; forever blending with the beats of the fantastically ameliorating Universe; but tirelessly dragging me towards the gory devil’s shrine… And to top all of this it was even impossible for me to end my own life; as I didn’t want to trespass the laws of his symbiotically kingly creation; ardently desired that the last iota of my breath be solely controlled by the Omniscient divine, So eventually I adopted one more impossible to end it all; and that was to pragmatically metamorphose each of my impossibly “Impossibles” above into an impossible “Possible”; till the time I dreamt and breathed; till the

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh time I was bustling with impossibly unshakable life… _____________________________________________________________

MY BRUTALLY DEVASTATING DEVIL… On surface you might see me wholeheartedly laughing the corners of my mouth out; but that was just to hide the inexplicable germs of agony indefatigably encircling my soul, On surface you might see me triumphantly gyrating even the most inconspicuous bone of my body; but that was just to hide the perennial blows of flagrant defeat that had just mercilessly bludgeoned me from all sides, On surface you might see me exuberantly slurping unsurpassable sips of pristinely victorious Alp water; but that was just to hide the unfathomably despicable dryness that had circumscribed every of my veins; since centuries immemorial, On surface you might see me incessantly chattering like the boisterously untamed bumble bee; but that was just to hide the ghoulishly crucifying solitariness that unrelentingly stabbed every ingredient of my scarlet blood, On surface you might see me passionately kissing even the most infinitesimal draught of air; but that was just to hide tears of inevitably strangulating disease transcending every other thing in my body, On surface you might see me timelessly involved in one philanthropic mission or another; but that was just to hide the insurmountably treacherous lacklusterness parasitically eviscerating every ounce of my enthusiasm from the fabric of my life, On surface you might see me mellifluously humming the most unbelievably blessed of tunes; but that was just to hide the corpses of disdainfully cacophonic cynicism which had incarcerated me since many a lifetime, On surface you might see me uninhibitedly blessing countless a humanity; but that was just to hide the uncontrollably raving devil; salaciously slandering every conceivably naked pore of my impoverished flesh, On surface you might see me beautifully cleansing every wound of my body

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with the balm of rhapsodically unfettered Mother Nature; but that was just to hide the limitless mortuaries of inane artificiality; which had haplessly hollowed every cranny of my existence, On surface you might see me earnestly promising in every sphere of life; but that was just to hide the mercilessly robotic falseness; which had unfortunately become the very solar plexus of my survival, On surface you might see me surreally closing my eyes as if forever fantasizing in the mists of brilliantly unhindered paradise; but that was just to hide the insidiously delirious mania that had ruthless estranged every iota of my unsparingly crippled brain, On surface you might see me tirelessly evolving into an invincible entrenchment of mesmerizing newness; but that was just to hide the venom of ghastily pulverizing infertility bizarrely lambasting the complexion of my existence, On surface you might see me like a magically charismatic prince gallivanting in the corridors of eternal freedom; but that was just to hide the egregiously sadistic whiplashes of unsolicited trauma that inexhaustibly disintegrated me into an infinite bits of meaninglessness, On surface you might see me blazing like the most undauntedly sizzling Sun; but that was just to hide the countless nights of appallingly criminal darkness; that had besieged me since the very first cry of virgin birth, On surface you might see me profoundly engrossed in the canvas of miraculously ameliorating artistry; but that was just to hide the horrifically untouchable staleness; that lugubriously trailed alongwith every incorrigible shadow of mine, On surface you might see me robustly bouncing in the prime of celestial youth; but that was just to hide the fathomless gallons of sinful liquor that had already vaporized my liver in its wholesome entirety, On surface you might see me chanting the rhymes of symbiotically priceless existence; but that was just to hide the tornados of inexorably massacring vindication; restlessly brewing up in every crevice of my conscience, On surface you might see me fierily breathing like the most intrepidly ebullient of adventurer; but that was just to hide the hell of unlimitedly penalizing death that had already imprisoned me; an infinite births ago, And On surface you might see me embracing every living being in the swirl of Immortal friendship; but that was just to hide the poison of

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh satanically asphyxiating betrayal that had irrevocably infiltrated every nerve of my persona; as the ultimate gift from the girl I’d once upon a time unstoppably loved; the girl to whom I’d selflessly dedicated every instant of my life once upon a time; but the very girl whom I today proclaim as my brutally devastating Devil…

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IN THE END… It might indefatigably roam in a countless directions on this fathomless Universe; but in the end the mellifluously bumble bee came back only to its resplendently harmonious hive, It might unendingly roam in a countless directions on this boundless Universe; but in the end the scepter of altruistically fearless truth came back only to the cradle of unflinchingly eternal righteousness, It might unnervingly roam in a countless directions on this gargantuan Universe; but in the end the victoriously unhindered lion came back only to the peerlessly snuggled den in the forests, It might unceasingly roam in a countless directions on this colossal Universe; but in the end the poignantly undulating wave came back only to the heart of the choppily untamed sea, It might tirelessly roam in a countless directions on this unbelievable Universe; but in the end the granule of obliviously invisible sand came back only to the bed of the royally glistening desert, It might unstoppably roam in a countless directions on this celestial Universe; but in the end the beautifully uninhibited butterfly came back only to the brilliantly sunlit petals of the incredibly aristocratic sunflower, It might uncontrollably roam in a countless directions on this enchanting Universe; but in the end the penuriously slithering worm came back only to the cocoons of zealously passionate and mysteriously darkened soil, It might frenetically roam in a countless directions on this

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spell-binding Universe; but in the end the mischievously cavorting infant came back only to the lap of its convivially caring and divinely mother, It might incessantly roam in a countless directions on this blessing Universe; but in the end the fantastically adventuring bird came back only to the recesses of the heart-warmingly cozy and sequestered nest, It might zanily roam in a countless directions on this fascinating Universe; but in the end the ecstatically unparalleled fantasy came back only to the dormitories of the superbly intriguing and innovative brain, It might limitlessly roam in a countless directions on this unconquerable Universe; but in the end the chapter of triumphantly unshakable humanity came back only to the palms of benign simplicity, It might unrestrictedly roam in a countless directions on this boundless Universe; but in the end the exhilaratingly beautiful smile came back only to the periphery of the sensuously rubicund lips, It might irretrievably roam in a countless directions on this enigmatic Universe; but in the end the irrefutably faithful wag came back only to the dog’s gregariously curved tail, It might impudently roam in a countless directions on this jolly Universe; but in the end the uncannily surreptitious spider came back only to the strands of the gloriously satiny and royally pristine web, It might unendingly roam in a countless directions on this euphoric Universe; but in the end the mist of unadulterated peace came back only to the soul of majestically unbridled innocence, It might randomly roam in a countless directions on this uninterruptible Universe; but in the end the droplet of quintessential blood came back only to the robustly burgeoning network of veins, It might undauntedly roam in a countless directions on this spectacular Universe; but in the end the rainbow of profound sensitivity came back only to the poignantly trembling poet, It might frivolously roam in a countless directions on this Omnipotent Universe; but in the end the puff of inevitably vibrant breath came back only to the lifelessly choking nostrils, And it might unstoppably roam in a countless directions on this Omnipresent Universe; but in the end the beat of Immortal Love came back only to the caverns of the perpetually throbbing and unassailably godly heart…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

HOW DARE DID YOU EVER THINK??? She was infact the most exuberantly tireless half of your voice; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a loudspeaker of acridly penalizing balderdash and atrociously dumb ? She was infact the most blissfully ravishing half of your appetite; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a lavatory of criminal cockroaches and pathetically lame? She was infact the most insuperably compassionate half of your fertility; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a thorn of disdainfully crippling infertility and diabolically impotent ? She was infact the most gloriously unconquerable half of your consanguinity; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but an inferno of infidelity and hedonistically betraying ? She was infact the most irrefutably unflinching half of your conscience; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a slandering gutter of lies and vituperatively ghoulish? She was infact the most dazzlingly vibrant half of your success; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a morass of treacherous defeat and hopelessly asphyxiated ? She was infact the most unbelievably impeccable half of your integrity; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a parasite sucking blood in sadistic delight and lecherously wastrel ? She was infact the most brilliantly optimistic half of your eyes; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a graveyard of blindness and hideously stuttering? She was infact the most resplendently bountiful half of your skin; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a debilitatingly diseased trash can and perniciously impaired ? She was infact the most enchantingly celestial half of your smile; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing but a remorsefully ghoulish pool of stench and ghastily aggrieved ? She was infact the most blazingly unfettered half of your personality;

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how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a haplessly subjugated tomato hurled towards the coffins of nothingness and miserably incarcerated ? She was infact the most ingeniously spell binding half of your brain; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a rotting mortuary of worthless stones and deliriously ill ? She was infact the most vivaciously infallible half of your strength; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a germ of deathly cancer and heinously enslaved ? She was infact the most effulgently sparkling half of your fair color; how dare did you ever thing that she was nothing else but a pigstalk of dolorously satanic meaninglessness and ghoulish black ? She was infact the most sensuously untamed half of your adventure; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a dungeon of ignominiously sleazy expletives and inanely robotic ? She was infact the most redolently honest half of your perspiration; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a ditch of rebuking foolishness and perverted blasphemy ? She was infact the most timelessly fructifying half of your blood; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a slurry of amorphous feces and devastatingly diminishing ? She was infact the most symbiotically harmonious half of your survival; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but an unsurpassable debauchery of existence and salaciously distorted ? She was infact the most inextricably majestic half of your signature; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but sinful insect of illiteracy and egregiously failed ? And she was infact the most inevitably immortal half of the chapter of your life; your blessed wife; then how dare did you ever think that she nothing else but a hell of nonsensical lifelessness and eccentrically dead ?

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

HOW DARE DID YOU EVER THINK??? She was infact the most exuberantly tireless half of your voice; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a loudspeaker of acridly penalizing balderdash and atrociously dumb ? She was infact the most blissfully ravishing half of your appetite; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a lavatory of criminal cockroaches and pathetically lame? She was infact the most insuperably compassionate half of your fertility; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a thorn of disdainfully crippling infertility and diabolically impotent ? She was infact the most gloriously unconquerable half of your consanguinity; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but an inferno of infidelity and hedonistically betraying ? She was infact the most irrefutably unflinching half of your conscience; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a slandering gutter of lies and vituperatively ghoulish? She was infact the most dazzlingly vibrant half of your success; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a morass of treacherous defeat and hopelessly asphyxiated ? She was infact the most unbelievably impeccable half of your integrity; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a parasite sucking blood in sadistic delight and lecherously wastrel ? She was infact the most brilliantly optimistic half of your eyes; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a graveyard of blindness and hideously stuttering? She was infact the most resplendently bountiful half of your skin; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a debilitatingly diseased trash can and perniciously impaired ? She was infact the most enchantingly celestial half of your smile; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing but a remorsefully ghoulish pool of stench and ghastily aggrieved ? She was infact the most blazingly unfettered half of your personality; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a haplessly

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subjugated tomato hurled towards the coffins of nothingness and miserably incarcerated ? She was infact the most ingeniously spell binding half of your brain; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a rotting mortuary of worthless stones and deliriously ill ? She was infact the most vivaciously infallible half of your strength; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a germ of deathly cancer and heinously enslaved ? She was infact the most effulgently sparkling half of your fair color; how dare did you ever thing that she was nothing else but a pigstalk of dolorously satanic meaninglessness and ghoulish black ? She was infact the most sensuously untamed half of your adventure; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a dungeon of ignominiously sleazy expletives and inanely robotic ? She was infact the most redolently honest half of your perspiration; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a ditch of rebuking foolishness and perverted blasphemy ? She was infact the most timelessly fructifying half of your blood; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a slurry of amorphous feces and devastatingly diminishing ? She was infact the most symbiotically harmonious half of your survival; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but an unsurpassable debauchery of existence and salaciously distorted ? She was infact the most inextricably majestic half of your signature; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but sinful insect of illiteracy and egregiously failed ? And she was infact the most inevitably immortal half of the chapter of your life; your blessed wife; then how dare did you ever think that she nothing else but a hell of nonsensical lifelessness and eccentrically dead ?

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

MINE AND ONLY MINE She could either indiscriminately slap me; or could embrace me more invincibly than the first rays of dawn could ever dream of embracing the fabric of hopelessly castrated darkness; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime, She could either brutally bury me an infinite feet beneath earth; or could worship me as the ultimate savior of her inimitably priceless identity; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime, She could either torturously stab me a countless times on my chest; or could apply the balm of miraculously mitigating companionship on even the most infinitesimal pore of my impoverished skin; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime, She could either ruthlessly spit on my persona; or could unflinchingly drink every globule of golden sweat that sprouted uninhibitedly from my armpits; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime, She could either diabolically blind both the whites of my eyes; or could make me the undisputed crown of her vivaciously fluttering eyelids; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime, She could either suck every ingredient of my blood to feed it to her dogs; or could sacrifice every meal of her existence to even the most infidel of my demands; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime, She could either ghastily excoriate every speck of my skin to use as the doormat of her dingy abode; or could ardently cleanse every pore of her olive complexioned skin with the acridly gratuitous dirt stuck between my toes; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime, She could either lasciviously snap the buds of my tongue into a boundless billion halves; or could inexhaustibly tremble and slavere for even the slightest trace of her persona to emanate from my fervent breath; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime, She could either discard me from every aspect of her survival; or could triumphantly sleep with every cranny of her body impregnably intermingled with mine; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime, She could either unabashedly ostracize me infront of the entire planet; or could tirelessly consecrate even the most devilishly sacrilegious thing that

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I did; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime, She could either unsparingly use every bone of my body to spice up her inanely colorless soup; or could fall on my feet as my ultimate slave even though I kicked her till infinite infinity; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime, She could either wholesomely ignore even the most passionately reverberating of my screams; or could kiss me with such an untamed ardor in her lips that even the most blazing of fires would plummet to shame; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime, She could either incessantly ridicule me as the most impotent organism ever on this fathomless Universe; or could be a fecund mother to an endless battalion of my children for a countless lives; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime, She could either cadaverously incarcerate me in whiplashes of fetid monotony; or could be the most tantalizingly sensuous woman of my dreams; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime, She could either devastated even the most evanescent trace of my happiness to raw ash; or could be every tear of victoriously effulgent happiness that cascaded from my eyes; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime, She could either treat me as a bawdily lecherous male mascot to the demands of her nubile flesh; or could forever bond with me in threads of triumphantly holy matrimony; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime, She could either scurrilously abhor me like no one else did on the planet; or could Immortally love me as the sole messiah of her every dream; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime, And she could either devilishly assassinate the chapter of my existence from planet divine; or could make every breath that I exhaled as the sole and most unassailable elixir of her life; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime, But the infallible truth of the matter is; that no matter whether the earth ceases to exist; no matter whether every bit of devastating hell perpetually blends with lackadaisical ground; no matter whether every ounce of unconquerable breath was forever snatched from the atmosphere; she would always be associated with me; she would always remember and remain with

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh me in some form or the other; she would never ever leave me and would always be mine; mine and none other’s but mine… _____________________________________________________________

FANATICALLY IN LOVE I didn’t know whether she was a tantalizing fairy; or whether she bounced like an impeccable angel; in the corridors of my horrendously devastated life, I didn’t know whether she was an ingratiatingly redolent flower; or whether she was voluptuously resplendent moonshine; that enshrouded every iota of my despicable existence; with unparalleled mysticism and charm, I didn’t know whether she was a gorgeously titillating waterfall; or whether she was the rustling leaves of the forest; that triggered me to envisage; beyond the realms of ultimate paradise, I didn’t know whether she was an ocean of tangy froth; or whether she incessantly shimmered like a fabulous pearl; illuminating the morbidly saddened arenas of my pathetically stumbling existence, But what I did know was that I was fanatically in love with her immortal eyes as each instant unleashed itself into a wholesome minute; profoundly blending with their marvelously impeccable whites….. I didn’t know whether she was a majestically perennial dewdrop; or whether she rained indefatigably as nectar from the fathomless sky; flooding my despicably frazzled senses with the harmony of vibrant life, I didn’t know whether she was a cloudburst of unfettered desire; or whether she blossomed into a fountain of royal beauty as the night descended; suppressing my suicidal tendencies with her web of unsurpassable yearning, I didn’t know whether she was a magnificently glistening shore; or whether she was the handsomely princely sunset; that placidly tingled me into ecstatic submission,’ I didn’t know whether she was a vivaciously leaping zebra; or whether she flamed beyond the walls of eternal eternity; blazing an irrefutable path of optimism through my every ludicrously shivering

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midnight, But what I did know that I was fanatically in love with her seductively fluttering shadow; coalesced for infinite more births of mine; with its exotically silken and profuse caress….. I didn’t know whether she was a vividly striped butterfly; or whether she rolled incessantly on the meadows of fascinating enchantment; to spice up each moment of my drearily lackadaisical life, I didn’t know whether she was a candidly scintillating mirror; or whether she was the unequivocal queen of my mind; body and soul; casting her unbreakable spell upon devastatingly penurious life, I didn’t know whether she was a candle of unending imagery; or whether she healed every hopeless wound on my nimble body; with the perpetual ointment of ebulliently blooming romance, I didn’t know whether she was an emolliently boisterous hive; or whether she surreptitiously seduced every cranny of my extinguishing visage; to clamber the fortress of ebullient compassion, But what I did know that I was fanatically in love with her ravishingly glorious fragrance; immortally bonding with the gorgeous stream of golden perspiration that wafted bountifully from her sacrosanct arms….. I didn’t know whether she was a wildly gyrating dance; or whether she swirled above the skies in the winds of incomprehensible fantasy; to bless me on every acrimonious step that I tread on, I didn’t know whether she was a celestially united civilization; or whether her impregnable chest; harbored my ridiculously disappearing and mockingly afraid countenance, I didn’t know whether she was a wonderfully blooming morning; or whether harnessed each sprouting bone of my deflated visage; with the poignantly crimson blood that eternally ran through her blessed veins, I didn’t know whether she was the Omnipotent Goddess of passion and enigma; or whether she was an invincible flavor; that each element of my bedraggled demeanor; wanted to relish all its life, But what I did know was that I was fanatically in love with her unrelentingly Omnipresent mountain of godly heartbeats; uniting all that I possessed by God’s grace and all what I was about to proudly have; with her philanthropically benevolent life….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

OUR LOVE WAS THAT SPIRIT Our love was that summit of the astronomically impregnable mountain; which immortally kissed the island of Sun, Our love was that cloud in the fathomlessly vivacious cosmos; which immortally showered thunderbolts of seductively compassionate rain, Our love was that flower protruding from majestic soil; which immortally blossomed into a countless petals of enigma; diffusing its scent to the most remotest cranny of this boundlessly mesmerizing Universe, Our love was that royal scalp; which immortally kept blooming into perennial youth and ravishing majesty, Our love was that ocean frolicking on mundane land; which immortally undulated into a cloudburst of everlasting fantasy and desire; disseminating the froth of humanity to every quarter of this planet besieged with venomous malice, Our love was that branch of the gregarious tree; which immortally flowered into countless more; standing unflinchingly like an invincible fortress in the mightiest of rain and storm, Our love was that harmoniously captivating song; which immortally escalated beyond the skies; even as the hideously blood sucking civilization came to a veritable end, Our love was that vibrantly pulsating dance; which immortally cast its spell upon one and all; alike, Our love was that marvelous souvenir of art; which immortally portrayed truth; benevolence; humanity; in the most unfathomable of its stupendously grandiloquent forms, Our love was that writing on the unconquerable walls; which immortally showed way to the path of unflinching righteousness; even in the most heinously perilous dark, Our love was that wind of exuberant compassion; which immortally kept augmenting irrespective of any season that unleashed; any diabolical catastrophe; that dared tried come and stop it in its way, Our love was that ray of optimistically Omnipotent light; which immortally filtered a valley of sacrosanct newness; scrapping the very essence of abominable violence from its very roots, Our love was that jewel in the embellished king’s crown; which immortally glistened in the corridors of bountiful enthrallment and irrefutable solidarity, Our love was that dimension of uninhibited sharing; which immortally expanded even as sinister hell pelted on soil; embracing all irrespective of caste; creed; color; in the religion of humanity; alike,

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Our love was that destiny line of the intricate palm; which immortally prospered into a garden of inevitably fabulous attraction; enveloping every iota of the devastated atmosphere with magnetic happiness, Our love was that door of success; which immortally unveiled into a festoon of sacredly Omniscient learning; indefatigably exploring the endlessly glorious shapes of ecstatic life, Our love was that principle of triumph; which immortally enlightened more ferociously than the flaming Sun; charring even the most infinitesimal bit of betrayal; with the swords of undeterred unity, Our love was that rainbow of overwhelmingly insatiable vivacity; which immortally bloomed in the aisles of emollient belonging; even after rain and blistering shine; had wholesomely disappeared from the sky, And our love was that spirit of unshakeable passion; which immortally took birth as a single breath; as a single divinely heart; every time the Creator bestowed upon it a chance; to be born and blissfully spawn; once again…..

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THE HEAVENLY BEATS WERE MINE The marvelously impeccable eyes were hers; while the unprecedented excitement that shimmered relentlessly in them; was solely and immortally mine, The immaculately divine palms were hers; while the enigmatically inscrutable lines profusely incarcerated within; were solely and immortally mine, The intricately voluptuous feet were hers; while the seductively gorgeous trail of footprints that they left; were solely and immortally mine, The majestically tantalizing belly was hers; while the unparalleled titillation that it triggered all night and day; was solely and immortally mine, The gregariously heavenly lips were hers; while the smile that they celestially generated; was solely and immortally mine, The enarmoringly ravishing hair were hers; while the mesmerizing trail of rhapsodic fantasy that they swirled into; was solely and immortally mine,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh The gorgeously charismatic earlobes were hers; while the unfathomable repertoire of mystical reverberations that they evolved; were solely and immortally mine, The spotlessly sacrosanct conscience was hers; while the rainbow of irrefutably unflinching ideals that they radiated; were solely and immortally mine, The conglomerate of impregnably convivial teeth were hers; while the ebullient tenacity with which they ardently masticated; was solely and immortally mine, The alluringly resplendent cheeks were hers; while the compassionate flurry of poignant blushes that they erupted into; were solely and immortally mine, The ecstatically princely fingers were hers; while the royal artistry that they fulminated into every unleashing minute of the day; was solely and immortally mine, The passionately crimson and volatile blood was hers; while the perennially new life that it bestowed upon whomsoever it cascaded; was solely and immortally mine, The ingratiatingly golden dew drops of perspiration were hers; while the incomprehensibly ebullient scent that they culminated into; was solely and immortally mine, The boisterously bouncing adams apple was hers; while the insurmountable melody that it bloomed into; was solely and immortally mine, The philanthropically intrepid shoulders were hers; while the unimaginable benevolence that they hoisted; was solely and immortally mine, The majestically shimmering shadow was hers; while the tale of indefatigable nostalgia that it eternally weaved; was solely and immortally mine, The invincibly euphoric soul was hers; while the fabulously emphatic triumph that it disseminated; was solely and immortally mine, The delectably innocuous nostrils were hers; while the perpetually passionate breath that they blissfully exhaled; was solely and immortally mine, And the fervently throbbing heart was hers; while the heavenly beats that it magnetically expelled to blend with the rising Sun; were solely and immortally mine….

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BYE Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to shatter me beyond realms of pragmatic imagination; making me the most horrendously penurious man on this boundless Universe, Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to engender me to slither like profusely maim on cold ground; although I proudly possessed; blissful pairs of robust palms and feet, Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to ruthlessly extricate every iota of happiness from my vibrant life; rendering me to worthlessly stagger in disdainful winds of disappearing oblivion, Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to treacherously freeze all celestial streams of blood in my poignant veins; diabolically paralyzing every part of my body; till my death, Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to make all harmoniously sparkling food entrapped in my bowels; metamorphose into heinously preposterously skeletons beneath the corpse, Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to make me relinquish even the most infinitesimal iota of my splendid sight; groping in a sea of despairing darkness for centuries immemorial, Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to slit my throat into an infinite bits of incoherently threadbare chowder; snapping the very essence of melodious sound; from the inner most recesses of my mouth, Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to make me lecherously stumble in a bedraggled heap towards sleazy cocoons of soil; lick pathetically devastating dust; as breakfast for the morning; the sole supper to lead the invidiously threatening night, Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to make me indefatigably sulk in the aisles of perpetual solitude; with the contours of the extraneous world; evaporating in an obfuscated blur; far away from my overwhelmingly staggering vision, Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to slash satanically through my conglomerate of divine veins; ripping my entire caricature apart into non-existent wisps degradable nothingness, Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to bombard the unfathomable repertoire of royal fantasies in my brain; to insipidly ominous pulp and fetid gutter water, Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to cremate me alive in a dungeon insurmountably brimming with

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh venomous scorpion; shrug me to a ridiculous stage; where I lost all count of my incongruously decimated bones, Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to trigger me to indefatigably cry; weep more than a countless deaths; in just a single lifetime of mine, Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to scrap all my fame and opulence in a single shot; as acerbically wild hell rained in traumatized agony from the blankets of scarlet sky, Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to starve me for infinite more births yet to unveil; tottering towards the corridors of despondent extinction; although the conventionally murderous society sighted me; with a spurious smile uncompromisingly lingering on my face, Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to impregnate my wonderfully resplendent existence; with the inexplicable ghost of profound sorrow and abominably cacophonic wailing, Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to capsize me in chains of insatiable depravation; incarcerating each of my enthralling mind; body and senses in perilously pernicious; prisons of bloodshed, Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to asphyxiate my breath to veritably sinister nothingness; as I inhaled the last puff of exhilarated air into my dying lungs, Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to lambaste my heart with whirpools of loneliness; annihilating each of its beats with swords of murderously uncouth diabolism, O! yes it was indeed unbelievable but irrefutably true; that just three minuscule alphabets ; made me instantaneously blend with winds of abhorrent hell; as she slipped from my invincible grip; to bid me a final good BYE…. _____________________________________________________________

IF THE HEART DANCED OUT If the eyes danced out of their sockets for times immemorial; morbidly bouncing in the untamed wilderness; with a ominous juggernaut of pugnacious snakes, The impoverished body would continue to exist no doubt; but frantically groping in a whirlpool of meaninglessly threatening; and sinister darkness….

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If the teeth danced out of their sockets for decades unfathomable; insipidly blending with pathetically lambasted chunks of flattened soil, The impoverished body would continue to exist no doubt; but starving to an unprecedentedly murderous extinction every instant; remorsefully missing tantalizing morsels of nature’s priceless fruit… If the fingers danced out of their sockets for centuries unsurpassable; resting in disdainful contentment; within the interiors of the horrifically abominable pigs stomach, The impoverished body would continue to exist no doubt; but ludicrously slaving on brutally tyrannized ground; without the tiniest of ability to defend itself…. If the hair danced out of their sockets for times unfathomable; taking perfidious pride in becoming the witch’s morning breakfast; as well as supper for the perilously invidious night, The impoverished body would continue to exist no doubt; but ridiculously castigated and ignominiously looked down upon; as a battalion of white mice feasted on the; scintillatingly barren scalp… If the blood danced out of its sockets for countless years; satanically hosting an insurmountable fleet of lecherous parasites, Then the impoverished body would continue to exist no doubt; but only as a infinitesimally diminutive skeleton; tottering towards the brink of extinction; even in the heart of vivaciously vibrant life… If the legs danced out of their sockets for unimaginable moments; to melt like frigidly opprobrious pulp; even as the most minuscule beam of sunshine; filtered its way through the crimson clouds, Then the impoverished body would continue to exist no doubt; but without any ambition to wholesomely succeed; disastrously staggering to juxtapose with deplorable despair; even before it could alight a nimble foot… If the brain danced out of its sockets for fathomless fortnights; to be consumed timidly by grazing goats and sporadically loitering tiny worms, Then the impoverished body would continue to exist no doubt; but without even an inconspicuous iota of fantasy and desire; witnessing each little part of its being insidiously massacred; in hopelessly dumb submission…. If the conscience danced out of its sockets for infinite millennium’s; to reside with the savage scorpions; as they diabolically feasted upon its irrefutably righteous visage, Then the impoverished body would continue to exist no doubt; but without the most remotest element of truth;

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh miserably succumbing to the web of disgustingly capricious lies…. Paradoxically to all of the above; if the Heart danced out of its sockets for infinite more births to unveil; philandering indefatigably behind the handsome hills; as the golden sun kissed the evanescent horizons, Then the impoverished body would not only continue to exist; but would immortally continue to exist and evolve; into an invincibly romantic cloud of everlasting love; love; and only passionate love….. _____________________________________________________________

WALKING BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH When I sighted her from the absolute summit of the densely foliated tree; initially she appeared like the most magnificent fruit of Almighty’s creation; nimbly swishing her arms under the gloriously fading light, Although the ungainly distance subdued her brilliantly royal features an inconspicuous trifle; and her divinely contours; soon faded from my vision into an alluring mirage; as she disappeared in entirety behind the ethereal horizons… When I sighted her from the resplendently milky island of moon; initially she appeared to be a tantalizing seductress; dancing uninhibitedly under the mystically gorgeous shine, Although the murky light obfuscated her perpetual imagery an inconspicuous trifle; and her magnanimous visage; soon faded from my vision into a seductive shadow; as she inscrutably vanished in the wilderness of the rampant night…. When I sighted her from the flamboyantly scintillating mountaintop; initially she appeared to be a blazing fireball of magnetism; inevitably attracting even the most remotely alien in her spell binding swirl, Although the austerely stringent glare overshadowed her marvelous trajectory an inconspicuous trifle; and her marvelous march towards triumph; soon faded from my vision into a languid siesta; as the sun transiently went behind the crimson clouds…. When I sighted her from the fabulously sandy whirlpools; initially she appeared to be a princess freshly descended from the heavens; aristocratically inundating the pathetic atmosphere around with the insatiable artistry in her voluptuous eyes, Although the dust surpassed her piquantly poignant body an inconspicuous trifle; and her stupendously

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invincible aura; soon faded from my vision into a rapidly fleeting image; as winds of murkiness overtook the fiery light…. When I sighted her from the heart of the ravishing ocean; initially she appeared to be the most boisterous tangy soul on this Universe; gyrating in untamed ecstasy under a cloud cover of exuberant happiness, Although the surreptitious froth camouflaged her charming smiles an inconspicuous trifle; and her celestially delectable aura; soon faded from my vision into a frigid layer of nothingness; as the tumblers of water crashed against the coldblooded rocks…. When I sighted her from the fathomless expanse of rhapsodic sky; initially she appeared to float like an overwhelmingly charismatic fairy; enchanting even the most dreariest of dying life; with the supreme Omnipotence in her benign stride, Although the pertinently hovering mists obliterated her philanthropic goodness an inconspicuous trifle; and her formidably relentless fantasy; soon faded from my vision into a hazy fog; as cloudbursts of rain started to ferociously pelt down… When I sighted her from beneath an avalanche of scintillating ice; initially she appeared to be an intricately alluring doll; harmoniously singing the most melodious tunes of holistic survival, Although the enshrouding whiteness sequestered her wholesome beauty an inconspicuous trifle; and her captivatingly compassionate embrace; soon faded from my vision into a whirlwind of inscrutable baselessness; as snow melted in sweltering afternoon sunshine…. When I sighted her from amidst the garden of incredulously titillating roses; initially she appeared to disseminate the fragrance of humanity; peace and impregnable brotherhood; to the most fathomless quarter of this boundlessly unending Universe, Although the blanket of invidiously extruding thorns shielded her ingratiating charm an inconspicuous trifle; and her immaculately divine destiny; soon faded from my vision into an ephemerally tingling memory; as the winds of intransigently unrelenting autumn tumultuously took over; with their excoriating toll…. But eventually when I sighted her from the inner most dormitories of my heart; initially she appeared to be the sole queen of my impoverishedly devastated heart, And this time she remained immortally blended as my breath; my body; my conscience; my soul; even as I indefatigably kept walking an infinite times between corridors of blissful life; and diabolically ghastly

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh death… _____________________________________________________________

PERPETUAL LIAISONING The sky had a perpetual liaisoning with the satiny conglomerate of silken clouds; harboring a festoon of marvelously voluptuous mists in its profusely azure belly, The ocean had a perpetual liaisoning with the ravishingly undulating waves; watching in profound pride as they disseminated into majestic froth; after clashing against the royal rocks, The forests had a perpetual liaisoning with inscrutably tingling wilderness; rustling in vivaciously rampant fervor; as the Moon cast upon its impeccably milky shine, The dog had a perpetual liaisoning with the overwhelmingly meaty bone; insatiably groping in the brilliant daylight; as well as well past after the heart of treacherous night; till the time he capsized his jaws on it, The cow had a perpetually liaisoning with glistening grass; relentlessly munching it; feasting upon its tantalizing blanket of dewdrops as every ethereal dawn; transcended poignantly over the starry skies, The fortress had a perpetual liaisoning with handsomely burnt bricks; standing unflinchingly to even the most acrimoniously ghastly attack; upon its formidable foundations of raw conviction and strength, The oyster had a perpetual liaisoning with stupendously shimmering pearls; clinging tightly to their magnanimously scintillating persona; for centuries immemorial, The artist had a perpetual liaisoning with the boundlessly ingratiating canvas; inundating its fathomlessly barren contours; with vibrant strokes of resplendently tinkling color and astounding charm, The pig had a perpetual liaisoning with the unsurpassable pile of hideously stinking garbage; rummaging its way indefatigably through the filth; even after veritably relinquishing every iota of its contaminated breath, The bird had a perpetual liaisoning with the seductively enthralling carpets of blissful air; flapping its wings unrelentingly as it crept boisterously towards; the ebulliently enchanting horizons,

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The Sun had a perpetual liaisoning with the flamboyantly blistering afternoon; as it ferociously blazed a trail of uninhibited freedom through the rambunctiously sweltering atmosphere, The palm had a perpetual liaisoning with the romantically domineering destiny lines; encapsulating every instant of unfathomably exuberant life as the each instant unveiled into a wholesomely celestial minute, The writer had a perpetual liaisoning with the enamoringly feather tipped pen; dipping it in passionate whirlpools of scarlet ink; before he spun an oligarchic web of supreme artistry; with his fragrant garden of words, The teacher had a perpetual liaisoning with his battalion of innocuously sacrosanct students; showering upon them a lake of sagaciously divine philosophies; propelling them to blossom wholesomely into the chapter called precious life, The finger had a perpetual liaisoning with its lanky army of nails; dexterously manipulating its slender contours; even through the most acridly treacherous oceans of dithering discomfort, The poem had a perpetual liaisoning with enigmatically esoteric verse; culminating superbly into unfettered rhyme; as it fabulously weaved its way through a mountain of enchantingly augmenting fantasy, The leaves had a perpetual liaisoning with the euphorically rhapsodic breeze; fluttering ardently like an untamed king every minute; tirelessly desirous to be caressed on their magnificently alluring trajectory, The soul had a perpetual liaisoning with unfinished yearning; intransigently lingering around the skeleton; until it irrefutably catapulted to the most astronomical summit of its belonging, The nose had a perpetual liaisoning with compassionate thunderbolts of breath; existing in harmonious unison with the planet outside; as each godly puff of air exhaled out in synergistically symbiotic tandem, And the heartbeat had a perpetual liaisoning with the immortal chapter of love; unconquerably evolving into life; invincibly proliferating into the everlasting bloom of existence; impregnably marching ahead to commence a whole new chapter of heavenly survival…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

MORSELS OF INVINCIBLE LOVE Gregarious morsels of ravishing clouds; to feed the lap of the fathomlessly spell binding sky; inundate its barren persona with satiny charm and compassionate grace, Heavenly morsels of mesmerizing scent; to feed the overwhelmingly sullen atmosphere; enshroud it with waves of unparalleled enlightenment, Indispensable morsels of robust food; to feed the impoverished walls of the treacherously famished intestines; flood the stomach with beams of blissful contentment, Patriotic morsels of vibrant energy; to feed the unsurpassably exhausted soldier; fighting relentlessly; to free his motherland; from the corridors of diabolical captivity, Impeccable morsels of boisterous rhyme; to feed the incessantly wailing child; embed a twinkle on his dreary face; as he commenced his first hours of the brilliant day, Irrefutable morsels of sacrosanct truth; to feed the indiscriminately blood sucking parasites; consecrate their abominably castigated lives with celestial joy, Philanthropic morsels of benign peace; to feed the lecherously satanic enshrouded by whirlpools of manipulation; trigger them to wholesomely blossom in the supremely ecstatic spirit of vivacious life, Immaculate morsels of placid grass; to feed the divinely cow mother; as she pacified the thirst of millions with her marvelously revered milk, Mystical morsels of esoteric enchantment; to feed the fanatically groping magician; tickle his unsurpassable armory of tricks with overwhelmingly new found excitement, Bountiful morsels of melodious honey; to feed the garrulously quarreling insipid politicians; profoundly illuminate their miserably shivering lives; with the ointment of majestic happiness, Immutably morsels of holistic non-violence; to feed the murderously vicious terrorists; entrench their despicably horrendous countenances; with the Omnipotent light of symbiotic existence, Inscrutable morsels of bewildering effulgence; to feed the voluptuously tantalizing night; perpetually fulfill its thirst for the unknown; till decades immemorial, Unconquerable morsels of unflinching courage; to feed the disastrously orphaned and maimed; propel them to surge forward exuberantly in every aspect of their ditheringly devastated lives; to eventually kiss the ultimate dormitories of sparkling success,

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Embellished morsels of stupendous charisma; to feed the unrelentingly tossing bride; grant her every philanthropic desire; to blend with the clouds of marvelously proliferating eternity, Flamboyant morsels of blistering sunshine; to feed the astronomically wonderful summit of the gargantuan mountain; perennially ensure that it bathed in glorious fountains of; princely light, Eclectic strokes of ingratiating paint; to feed the trajectory of the hopelessly barren canvas; profusely emboss every iota of its pathetically trembling visage; with unprecedented hope and ebullient cheer, Enamoring morsels of innocuous leaves; to feed the army of aimlessly wandering squirrels and scarlet striped parrots; engendering them to vividly incinerate the abysmal stillness of the staggering night, Inevitable morsels of Omniscient breath; to feed the caverns of stupefying nostrils; flood them with the impregnable elixir; to handsomely lead every moment of bestowing life, Blossoming morsels of fascinating newness; to feed the disastrously stale arenas of frenziedly extinguishing life; sprinkle its parasitically fatigued contours; with the exuberant color to exist; beyond its destined times, And invincible morsels of immortal love; to feed the tumultuously throbbing blankets of the sensuous heart; granting it the most divinely reprieve from its inadvertently committed sins; of past; present; and future life; rendering it as eternally alive….

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WITHOUT YOU O ! BELOVED Without you; the most tantalizing morsels of robustly sparkling food; seemed to me worse than threadbare chunks of inconspicuously insipid stone; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to wholeheartedly eat, Without you; the most opulently woven clothes; seemed to me worse than dead leaves loitering invidiously on the morbid corpses; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to fabulously dress, Without you; the most grandiloquent of embellished castles; seemed to me worse than miserably dwindling mosquitoes; as I relinquished even the tiniest of

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh desire; to compassionately exist, Without you; the most rhapsodically crimson clouds; seemed to me worse than pathetically sweltering deserts; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to exuberantly gallop, Without you; the most ravishingly enchanting crystalline streams; seemed to me worse than uncouthly clattering stones; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to ebulliently bathe, Without you; the most stupendously ecstatic aircrafts; seemed to me worse than a languid ocean of remorsefully sulking tortoise; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to euphorically fly, Without you; the most vivaciously resplendent rainbows; seemed to me worse than ludicrously pathetic wisps of distantly disappearing oblivion; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to majestically sight, Without you; the most enchantingly spell binding literature; seemed to me worse than a rotten tomato being squelched to a ghastly death; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to poignantly read, Without you; the most wonderfully dancing fairies; seemed to me worse than a dilapidated trench of rotten cowdung plaster; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to profoundly admire, Without you; the most passionately thunderous thunderbolts of lightening; seemed to me worse than inconspicuously soggy matchsticks deteriorating on obdurately cold ground; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to perspicaciously discern sound, Without you; the most overwhelmingly fragrant roses; seemed to me worse than garbage spewed out abundantly from the gory gutters; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to artistically inhale, Without you; the most divinely tufts of astonishingly warm wool; seemed to me worse than infinitesimal specks of disastrously shivering ice; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to gregariously relish, Without you; the most impeccably gallivanting and boisterous children; seemed to me worse than despondently crestfallen chunks of worthless soil; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to uninhibitedly embrace, Without you; the most handsomely flaming rays of the glorious Sun; seemed to me worse than a capriciously frigid whisker dipped in ridiculous boredom; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to royally enlighten, Without you; the most unfathomably overflowing treasuries of glittering gold; seemed to me worse than

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disdainfully lackluster chalk; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to bountifully posses, Without you; the most charismatically voluptuous smiles; seemed to me worse than an unimaginably morbid well of deplorable tears; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to uncontrollably laugh, Without you; the most mystically ardent forests; seemed to me worse than manipulatively monotonous offices inundated with blood sucking tycoons; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to ecstatically dream, Without you; the most fervently cascading and perennial breaths; seemed to me worse than a boundlessly shattered carcass of bones decaying since centuries immemorial beneath soil; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to irrefutably belong, Without you; the most immortally passionate heartbeats; seemed to me worse than meaningless feathers of spuriously fading fascination; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to unequivocally love, And without you O! Beloved; the most invincible chapters of vibrant life; seemed to me worse than a countless gruesome deaths; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to blissfully live…..

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I FAILED Without you; I was no doubt able to hold the bouquet of redolently mesmerizing flowers in my palms; capsizing them forcefully with my tiny fists, But try as hard as I could; I miserably failed; every time I probed to smell; even an inconspicuous iota of their wonderfully enchanting and exotically tingling essence…. Without you; I was no doubt able to uplift my diminutively impoverished body from cold ground; formidably ensuring the grip of my soles with loose chunks of orphaned soil, But try as hard as I could; I pathetically failed; every time I attempted to walk; collapsing worse than a pack of soggy cards to lick dust; even before I could alight an infinitesimal bit of foot…. Without you; I was no doubt able to put food in the interiors of my miserably slavering mouth; vehemently

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh pushing it from all sides, But try as hard as I could; I indefatigably failed; every time I endeavored to swallow; vomiting every morsel with ignominious castigation out of my belly; even before it could venture a lackadaisical trifle down my famished throat… Without you; I was no doubt able to witness the passionately singing nightingale; using the most contemporarily robotic contraptions to keep my eyes wide open, But try as hard as I could; I ludicrously failed; every time I insatiably craved to hear; with all rhapsody metamorphosing into dumb nothingness; fathomless kilometers before it reached my ears…. Without you; I was no doubt able to sleep; inundating my withering bloodstream; with an unsurpassable battalion of profusely sedating drugs, But try as hard as I could; I penuriously failed; every time I maneuvered my mind to fantasize; with each dream of mine transiting into nightmares more diabolical than what hell could be; stabbing me to a ghastly absolution…. Without you; I was no doubt able to march amidst overwhelmingly bustling crowds; trudging my insidiously lackluster countenance past them at snails pace, But try as hard as I could; I irrevocably failed; every time I wanted to discerningly acknowledge; with the planet outside seeming a devastatingly crippled blur; eventually disappearing into the aisles of obsolete nothingness…. Without you; I was no doubt able to witness glorious sunlight shimmering on my dreary skin; as I lay curled like an aimless serpent; waiting to be treacherously squelched by all mankind, But try as hard as I could; I immutably failed; every time I desired to enjoy the sensuous warmth; shivering in devastated submission; although it was now well past mid-afternoon…. Without you; I was no doubt able to lackadaisically breathe; with an unsurpassable battalion of conventional equipment pricking each of my bleary nerve; a hostile fleet of antiseptic needle finding their way in; well beneath my ridiculously shriveled veins, But try as hard as I could; I embarrassingly failed; every time I wanted to exuberantly soar; with the brilliantly shimmering world outside; transforming for me into a black wall; of despicably barbaric worthlessness…. And without you O! Beloved; I was no doubt pulsating with fragile heartbeats; taking fathomless gallons of air in my hopelessly punctured lungs; enshrouded with

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a boundless army of life support systems from all sides, But try as hard as I could; I irrefutably failed; every time I wanted to love and live; embedding my entire visage deeper and deeper beneath my gory grave; with each unveiling instant of my artificially vibrant life….

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O! DIVINELY BELOVED When truculent cloudbursts of rain pelted violently from crimson blankets of sky; treacherously flooding immaculately nimble earth with viciously stormy water, And acrimonious rays of the devastatingly sweltering Sun; scorched everything blissful on the trajectory of this boundless Universe; When demons ruled in uninhibited tandem; insidiously casting their spell of unsurpassably diabolical doom upon every cranny of this wonderful earth; that they satanically trespassed, And uncouth avalanches of freezing ice; crushed countless innocent in their ferociously ghastly swirl, Your mesmerizing voice was the only power O! priceless Beloved; that made me wholesomely oblivious to all sinister hell raining around me; profoundly drowning me into a world of exotically voluptuous enchantment and supreme peace…. When dungeons of hideously venomous scorpions ran in torrential frenzy; to spread inexplicably shivering terror; and savagely sting, And barbarically horrific fires augmented to vindictive glory every unleashing minute; disastrously charring everything blissful; in natures bountiful vicinity, When winds of bizarre nothingness profusely enveloped every harmonious dwelling; perpetuating fangs of doomsday in entities synergistically alive, And lecherously tumultuous gutter waters; gushed in frenziedly; to drown immaculate children in their deadly swirl, Your incomprehensibly enchanting smile was the only entrenchment O ! sacrosanct Beloved; that sequestered me impregnably in its charismatic waves; propelling me to take a countless more births once again; even as

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh crippling debilitation cascaded gorily from every quarter of the sky….. When unsparingly ominous earthquakes rattled celestial civilizations like a pack of deteriorated matchsticks; mercilessly pulverizing even the most formidable of fortresses to juxtapose with raw ash, And unfathomable battalions of lethally prejudiced snakes danced in uncanny excitement at midnight; asphyxiating boundless innocuous to death; under cold rays of the Moon; When fathomlessly sprawling oceans of tangy water; ruthlessly evaporated to a capriciously inconspicuous globule of saw dust; And an endless sky of heinously perilous vultures descended down; to pluck out robust flesh from bodies divinely alive, Your heavenly eyes were the only rays O! Omniscient Beloved; that deluged each cranny of my impoverished life with Omnipotent light; an unparalleled optimism to emerge perpetually victorious in every philanthropic act of mine; even as jails of the devil had incarcerated one and all; alike….. When fireballs of breath seemed to be miserably dwindling from my body; every symbiotically blessed space around me; metamorphosing into a land of perennially stinking cowardice, And an unfathomable barricade of hurdles confronted me in my way; triggering me to collapse countless kilometers beneath the ground; even before I commenced my holistically handsome walk; When all food on this marvelously royal planet; transformed into threadbare chunks of ludicrously dumb stone, And life on the majestically endowed sphere of land; was brutally tyrannized to gruesome submission; by abominably oppressed traitors of hell, Your immortal love was the only gift O! divinely Beloved; which bonded my despicably trembling beats with the spirit to unflinchingly survive; take birth an infinite more times; as the ultimate harbinger of benign humanity….

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AFTER SHE LEFT ME When she was with me; incorrigibly adhering to every element of my disastrously shivering countenance; I had taken her immaculately divine ears for granted; feeling no formality to whisper in them; all the time, However it was only after she left for the heavens; that I relentlessly spoke about her; insatiably longed all day and night; to make every element of her benevolent soul; forever as mine…. When she was with me; irrevocably clinging to my diminutively stumbling body; I had taken her robustly sparkling lips for granted; feeling no formality to kiss them; all the time, However it was only after she extinguished for eternity like a timid shadow; that I tumultuously yearned to caress each pore of her marvelously scintillating persona; unrelentingly admire her charismatic grace; till times beyond infinite infinity…. When she was with me; intransigently following me like an irrefutable shadow; I had taken her heavenly palms for granted; feeling no formality in augmenting my grip on them; all the time, However it was only after she melted in perpetual mind; body and spirit; from the trajectory of this boundless planet; that I inexorably felt like dancing with her tantalizing visage till countless more births descended by; witnessing her magnanimous grace in every object that flooded my hopelessly despairing vision…. When she was with me; compassionately embracing me in whatever situation I confronted; I had taken her compassionately innocuous breath for granted; feeling no formality to relish the same; all the time, However it was only after she had wholesomely coalesced with inconspicuous ash; that I incessantly lamented her philanthropically astounding presence; incessantly prayed to the Almighty Lord; to bestow her back in my devastatingly shattered life…. When she was with me; immutably staring into my eyes; whether they horrifically wept or blossomed into a festoon of profoundly transpiring enchantment; I had taken her poignantly protruding nose for granted; feeling no formality to peck her on the same; all the time, However it was only after she had disappeared like a dying mirage; well beyond the horizons of non-existent oblivion; that I overwhelmingly missed her ecstatically exuberant stride; kept indefatigably pondering over and over again; upon the words that she had enamoringly spoken; when we had last met…. When she was with me; standing by my unfathomable

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh repertoire of ideals; supporting me wholeheartedly in every pursuit of my famished life; I had taken her melodiously ravishing voice for granted; feeling no formality to listen to it; all the time, However it was only after she had vanished completely above the crescendo of worthless nothingness; that I frantically searched for her tantalizingly inscrutable trail even in the wilderness of the sinister night; oblivious to the dungeon of unsurpassable scorpions on my body; as she became the heart of my every fantasy….. When she was with me; invincibly perched upon my staggering shoulders; boisterously accompanying me even as I transgressed across the most treacherous of mountains; I had taken her ingratiating warmth for granted; feeling no formality to fondle her skin; all the time, However it was only after she perpetually evaporated like a droplet of water from soil; that I perennially desired for her spell binding charisma; the insurmountable empathy for mankind; that lingered uninhibitedly in her sacrosanct eyes…. When she was with me; escalating like an untamed thunderbolt of sensuous desire; to passionately trigger off my every dreary dusk; I had taken her celestially magical shadow for granted; feeling no formality to blend with it; all the time, However it was only after her corpse was covered with an impregnable layer of black mud; that I nostalgically reminisced all those pricelessly golden moments that we had rejoiced together; fanatically longing for her to smooch me on my shriveled; put me to sleep for the remainder of the lecherously unsuspecting night…. And when she was with me; incomprehensibly love my dejectedly despondent persona; for all the goodness that it inevitably possessed; I had taken her immortally everlasting love for granted; feeling no formality of acknowledging it; all the time, However it was only after she had abnegated her last iota of wonderful breath; that I died an infinite times every minute; even though handsomely alive; pledged to Almighty Lord; to grant me every birth hereafter; with her never-ending heartbeats; bonded perpetually with mine…

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IMMORTALLY MINE Call me lame; treacherously incapacitated to hoist even a frigidly floating whisker; in my venomously devastated palms, Call me dumb; irrevocably shunning all quarters of conventionally bombastic society; spending my life like a wholesome recluse; in cocoons of pathetically rustic wilderness, Call me blind; not able to sight even my own reflection in the most brilliantly sweltering sunlight; and after possessing handsome pairs of immaculately shimmering eyes, Call me deaf; sleeping like an uncouth devil even in the most tumultuously lambasting sound; languidly crawling towards the caverns of inexplicable doom, But come what may; I will keep loving her till countless more births yet to unfurl; irrespective of what the spuriously monotonous society said and although the clouds blended with threadbare soil; as she was irrefutably and immortally mine…. Call me stupid; not possessing even the most infinitesimal of tenacity to fantasize beyond my voice; stumbling like a pack of bizarre cards; at the tiniest stroke of intelligence, Call me lackadaisical; relinquishing every iota of exuberance to wholesomely blend with the winds of gruesome nothingness; snoozing worse than a capriciously stinking pig even as the first rays of Sun; flamboyantly caressed the ground, Call me venomous; inflicting astronomical misery and horrific pain upon every cranny of soil that I tread; poisoning the fathomless fabric of celestial mankind with the satanic hostility in my deleterious blood, Call me manipulative; ominously epitomizing the deplorably ghastly chapter of give and take; enviously plotting behind my very own kin’s back, But come what may; I will keep loving her till the last droplet of blood circulated in my impoverished veins; irrespective of what the murderously rigid society said and although hell rained uninhibitedly from colossal skies; as she was unassailably and immortally mine…. Call me esoteric; a sleazily withering entity abstrusely hard to comprehend; rotting profusely towards the aisles of abominable condemnation, Call me diminutive; even more disastrously inconspicuous than parasitic white mice; whiling away

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh my entire lifetime sucking innocent blood from this mesmerizing planet, Call me insane; aimlessly wandering like a diabolical lunatic through an endless labyrinth of meaninglessly dusty streets; diffusing unprecedented terror in innocuous households with my devilish deeds, Call me fanatic; obsessively chanting just a single mantra all day and sinister night; excoriating even the slightest of relation with the extraneous world, But come what may; I will keep loving her each time God bequeathed upon me a chance to philanthropically survive; irrespective of what the lecherously corrupt society said and although the earth heinously split even before I could alight a single foot; as she was unequivocally and immortally mine…. Call me shy; astoundingly mortified by even the most infidel speck of breeze that dared blow my side; indefatigably licking dust for breakfast; lunch and dinner; due to my extreme inhibition to melange with the eclectic world outside, Call me a mosquito; incessantly buzzing my unfathomable repertoire of pertinently cacophonic rhyme; before I was eventually exonerated to boundless bits; with the descending hands of my master, Call me far-fetched; perceiving the most unsurpassably worthless things in the tenure of my destined life; trying to clamber upon a mountain of dreams; that never did exist, Call me beggar; inexorable spreading my fingers for decades immemorial; and yet not able to pacify the astronomical pangs of hunger in my miserably bedraggled stomach, But come what may; I will keep loving her till the last puff of air; till the last heartbeat ebulliently lingered in my chest and although the witches of doomsday vindictively augmented their stranglehold upon all mankind; as she was perennially and immortally mine…. _____________________________________________________________

IMPOSSIBLE I could perhaps snap her photograph into a countless halves of inane nothingness; screaming the last breath out of my lungs to express my unlimited exasperation, I could perhaps pulverize her engagement ring into the furthermost realms of

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the trash can; happily adorning my fingers with bucolic cow-dung instead, I could perhaps feed every morsel of tantalizing food that she’d prepared for me; to the frigidly wastrel pigs near the fetid lavatory seat, I could perhaps ruthlessly excoriate all the compassionate sweaters that’d she’d spun for me; incessantly imploring me to wear the same; everytime we met in our flirtatiously clandestine days, I could perhaps abjectly spit on every nimble footprint that she made; dismissing it into inconspicuous oblivion and far away from my sight; that very instant when she left, I could perhaps brutally ransack her delectably punctilious wardrobe; ominously staining every impeccable fabric that she wore; with atrociously disillusioning rust, I could perhaps hide her spectacles at a corner where she’d never be able to discover; leaving her groping in the asphyxiating dark; for cynically condemning the artistic profession that I had undertook, I could perhaps curse her to the most unprecedented limits of hell; for eloping at the slightest opportunity that she could conceive; to her parent’s place, I could perhaps make the most hideously distorted face of the morbid devil in her bathroom mirror; uninhibitedly using her favorite bar of tawdrily crimson lipstick, I could perhaps astutely lay a feckless banana skin on every path that she would traverse upon; so that she plunged head-on towards cold floor; even before she could alight a single foot, I could perhaps lay a surreptitious handful of red ants beneath the very mattress that she slept; so that her entire night went in vituperatively groaning and scratching raw; whilst I celestially snored, I could perhaps give her the tightest of slap on her pristine cheek; for impudently pestering upon me to buy every beautiful thing on the limitless Universe; when infact all that rattled in my pockets were infinitesimally worthless stones, I could perhaps solely pinpoint upon her molehill of ludicrously staggering deficiencies; making her indefatigably feel the most depressed entity on earth alive, I could perhaps proclaim her as the most perfidiously nonchalant girl

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh on this Universe; to the entire society where we lived; for making ostensible passes at every handsome hunk that passed her step, I could perhaps pay a deaf ear to even the most of her hoarsely anguished cries; as she was the one who’d started it all; by baselessly poisoning the mind of my child towards my every decision in vibrant life, I could perhaps blend sleeping pills into her morning milk; so that she peacefully slept all day; and I remained wholesomely bereft of the tiniest of her perniciously slandering sarcasms; for apparently no fault of mine, I could perhaps viciously stamp her irascibly writhing foot in glaring public; as she started to shed every bit of her integrity like the withering leaf; in the center of the jauntily crowded street, I could perhaps uncontrollably kick her left; right and dead center; for deliberating sending me off on a unnecessary household errand; whilst she established new norms of infidelity; smooching every stranger she met; till unceremonious passions galore, But no matter how angry was I on her; for not living up to my expectations; for not being the ideal wife I had perceived; for mercilessly violating my spirit of truth and egalitarian humanity; for this umpteenth reason or that; it was impossible to erase memories of those poignantly fragrant moments when we’d first met; it was impossible to erase those words of Immortal Love which we’d confessed while we courted; it was impossible to erase even a minuscule fraction of her from my passionately throbbing heart; for an infinite more destined lives and lifetimes….

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THE ULTIMATE CROWN The ultimate crown of my miserably impoverished eyes; was your eternally resplendent garden of symbiotically uniting empathy, The ultimate crown of my diminutively impoverished brain; was your fantastically endless ocean of enchantingly bountiful dreams, The ultimate crown of my ethereally impoverished eyelashes; was your timelessly unconquerable inspiration to exuberantly surge forward in every aspect of life, The ultimate crown of my traumatically impoverished lips; was your vivaciously untamed rainbow of eternally blessed sensuousness, The ultimate crown of my depravingly impoverished bones; was your inexhaustible temerity to fearlessly withstand even the most treacherous apocalypses of violent hell, The ultimate crown of my parasitically impoverished fingers; was your inimitably unparalleled festoon of tirelessly majestic artistry, The ultimate crown of my inconspicuously impoverished veins; was the poignantly indomitable flavor of your ubiquitously uniting blood, The ultimate crown of my haplessly impoverished palms; was the brilliantly enlightening sky of your royally infallible destiny lines, The ultimate crown of my asphyxiatingly impoverished ears; was the impregnable ingredient of unconquerable oneness in the cadence of your selfless voice, The ultimate crown of my preposterously impoverished throat; was the effulgently limitless sweetness of your Omnipotently ecstatic creation, The ultimate crown of my waywardly impoverished footsteps; was the insuperably redolent path of Omnipresent righteousness; that you timelessly traversed, The ultimate crown of my brutally impoverished intestines; was the fruits of panoramically pristine creation that you blissfully assimilated; every single unfurling minute of your victorious life, The ultimate crown of my impotently impoverished persona; was the countless seeds of synergistically fragrant evolution that you sowed; as every night took heavenly control of the sweltering day, The ultimate crown of my obliviously impoverished skin; was the torrential rain showers of tantalizing rhapsody; that perennially promulgated from your harmonious existence, The ultimate crown of my squalidly impoverished conscience; was the miraculously mitigating essence of your unassailably liberating truth, The ultimate crown of my hedonistically impoverished soul; was your perpetually philanthropic spirit of timelessly coalescing with every

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh fragment and sect of divine humanity, The ultimate crown of my ephemerally impoverished shadow; was your unsurpassably Omniscient jewel of unconquerably godly honesty, The ultimate crown of my grouchily impoverished nostrils; was your immeasurably sacred breath of astoundingly proliferating newness, And the ultimate crown of my helplessly impoverished heart; was your immortally blessed beats of unconditionally holy love; love and beautifully ardent love…

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CLEAN BOWLED It was the poignantly unparalleled empathy in your divinely eyes; that clean bowled the stumps of lecherously coldblooded insanity; in my miserably disoriented life, It was the resplendently symbiotic flavor of your unconquerable lips; that clean bowled the stumps of manipulatively baseless prejudice; in my diminutively forlorn life, It was the effulgently humanitarian caress of your Omnipotent palms; that clean bowled the stumps of sacrilegiously victimizing greed; in my inconspicuously staggering life, It was the ubiquitously heavenly artistry of your blissful fingers; that clean bowled the stumps of maniacally debauch monotony; in my penuriously truncated life, It was the mischievously pristine flap of your Omniscient ears; that clean bowled the stumps of morbidly contaminated remorsefulness; in my disastrously bedlam life, It was the unassailably priceless bloodstreams in your perennial veins; that clean bowled the stumps of sanctimoniously crippling artificiality; in my sinfully extinguishing life, It was the triumphantly righteous swirl of your Omnipresent feet; that clean bowled the stumps of tawdrily asphyxiating corruption; in my impoverishedly livid life, It was the inimitably mollifying enthrallment in your eternal voice;

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that clean bowled the stumps of vindictively insidious desperation; in my threadbarely evanescent life, It was the unsurpassably compassionate ardor of your undefeated persona; that clean bowled the stumps of lethally wastrel nothingness; in my raunchily deteriorating life, It was the unbelievably philanthropic devotion of your sacred soul; that clean bowled the stumps of tyrannically venomous deliriousness; in my waywardly idiosyncratic life, It was the universally affable scent of your truthful perspiration; that clean bowled the stumps of pathetically isolated laziness; in my frigidly contemptuous life, It was the unflinchingly fearless shadow of your impeccable ideals; that clean bowled the stumps of vituperatively slinking cowardliness; in my thoughtlessly recoiling life, It was the magically eclectic power of your unshakable shoulders; that clean bowled the stumps of mundanely decrepit depression; in my sadistically cannibalistic life, It was the inexhaustibly infallible utopia of your victorious creation; that clean bowled the stumps of ignominiously impeding infertility; in my criminally nonchalant life, It was the miraculously symbiotic essence of your insuperable shadow; that clean bowled the stumps of penalizingly pulverizing confinement; in my ethereally solitary life, It was the timelessly healing melody of your unbreakable grip; that clean bowled the stumps of carnivorously crippling lies; in my transiently feckless life, It was the gloriously majestic truth of your unbridled conscience; that clean bowled the stumps of satanically sinister lies; in my despondently delinquent life, It was the perennially life-yielding fire of your indomitable breath; that clean bowled the stumps of disparagingly meaningless death; in my lugubriously quagmire life, And it was the immortally bonding love of your royal heart; that clean bowled the stumps of maliciously strangulating betrayal; in my despairingly egregious and truculently tortured life….

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IRRESPECTIVE People might say that you have a nose; that most consummately befits; only the senselessly braying and meaninglessly inane; donkey, People might say that you have eyes; that most consummately befit; only the grotesquely blinded and horrifically screeching; bat, People might say that you have ears; that most consummately befit; only the preposterously corpulent and flaccidly wastrel; elephant, People might say that you have a tongue; that most consummately befits; only the vindictively licentious and tawdrily snaring; lizard, People might say that you have eyelashes; that most consummately befit; only the laggardly ambling and desolately delinquent; camel, People might say that you have palms; that most consummately befit; only the rustically untamed and bawdily mimicking; chimpanzee, People might say that you have feet; that most consummately befit; only the diabolically parading and deliriously pulverizing; dinosaur, People might say that you have a belly; that most consummately befits; only the obsoletely obese and sluggishly slandering; tortoise, People might say that you have hair; that most consummately befit; only the irascibly hairy and unsurpassably leech laden; gorilla, People might say that you have lips; that most consummately befit; only the ominously excoriating and boundlessly victimizing; shark, People might say that you have fingers; that most consummately befit; only the hideously rotting and abhorrently fetid; skeleton, People might say that you have a voice; that most consummately befits; only the ludicrously discordant and importunately sobbing; frog, People might say that you have a hindside; that most consummately befits; only the lividly squandering and miserably derelict; snail, People might say that you have a brain; that most consummately befits; only the ephemerally living and infinitesimally non-existent; ant, People might say that you have a shadow; that most consummately befits; only the ethereally stagnating and invisibly ridiculous; thread, People might say that you have bones; that most consummately befit; only the reproachfully invidious and spinelessly hissing; snake, People might say that you have a temper; that most consummately befits;

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only the terribly petrified and slyly sinking; crabs, People might say that you have a scalp; that most consummately befits; only the abysmally bald and lecherously ribald; egg, People might say that you have thighs; that most consummately befit; only the frigidly lackadaisical and penuriously impotent; sands, People might say that you have a personality; that most consummately befits; only the morbidly sulking and indefatigably cursing; graveyard, People might say that you have breasts; that most consummately befit; only the amorphously cadaverous and forlornly deteriorating; carcass, People might say that you have shoulders; that most consummately befit; only the surreptitiously indolent and mercilessly traitor; fox, People might say that you have blood; that most consummately befits; only the libidinously groaning and gratuitously cold-blooded; parasite, People might say that you have a signature; that most consummately befits; only the timelessly sinking and horribly failure; ship, People might say that you have breath; that most consummately befits; only the inexhaustibly lambasting and apocalyptically bellowing maelstroms of; hell, But irrespective of whatever anyone said or perceived on fathomless earth; for me you were the most priceless organism of the Omnipotent Lord’s Creation; as every beat of your heart tirelessly coalesced with nothing else but eternally symbiotic creation; tirelessly prayed for nothing else but Omnipresent goodness; tirelessly throbbed for nothing else but Immortal Love…. _____________________________________________________________

WHAT I ETERNALLY DESIRED The tantalizingly seductive periphery of your lusciously crinkled lips; mesmerized me to only an infinitesimally fleeting extent, What I eternally desired was to suckle their unbelievably triumphant and harmoniously mellifluous sweetness; for an infinite more births yet to come…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh The voluptuously rubicund contours of your fantastically nubile cheeks; enchanted me to only a diminutively fleeting extent, What I eternally desired was to absorb in their charismatically robust and perennially bountiful luster; for an infinite more births yet to come… The sensuously embellished fringes of your mischievously dancing eyelashes; stupefied me to only a parsimoniously fleeting extent, What I eternally desired was to become every royally untainted wink that you uninhibitedly executed; for an infinite more births yet to come…. The ravishingly enticing swirl of your pristinely black hair; reinvigorated me to only an abstemiously fleeting extent, What I eternally desired was to intertwine each of my senses with their magically virgin tresses; for an infinite more births yet to come…. The stupendously fearless voice that wafted from your ardently melodious throat; enamored me to only a spartanly fleeting extent, What I eternally desired was to blissfully make each of your sounds as the sole elixir of my impoverished life; for an infinite more births yet to come… The unbelievably gorgeous silhouettes of your fragrantly moistened belly; dazzled me to only a miserly fleeting extent, What I eternally desired was to make dwelling in its invincibly compassionate warmth; for an infinite more births yet to come… The unconquerable tinkle of ornaments on your insuperably heavenly fingers; enlightened me to only a nimbly fleeting extent, What I eternally desired was to revel in their majestically unhindered cocoons of original artistry; for an infinite more births yet to come… The effulgently resplendent sheen of your bewitchingly emollient nostrils; entranced me to only a restrictedly fleeting extent, What I eternally desired was to euphorically bounce in their indomitably Omnipotent breath; for an infinite more births yet to come…. The oligarchic shapes of your unflinchingly parading feet; enthralled me to only an impoverishedly fleeting extent, What I eternally desired was to become every ubiquitously uniting step that they tread; for an infinite more births yet to come…. The fabulously golden shades of your victoriously holistic sweat; fascinated me to only an inconspicuously fleeting extent, What I eternally desired was to bathe in its essence of emolliently honest perseverance; for an infinite more births yet to come… The beguiling sway of your daintily adorned earlobes; spell bound me to only

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a penuriously fleeting extent, What I eternally desired was to imbibe the spirit of truth that they timelessly heard; for an infinite more births yet to come… The vivaciously effervescent flow of your iridescently humanitarian blood; captivated me to only an ephemerally fleeting extent, What I eternally desired was to blend my soul with the countless ingredients of symbiotic humanity in it; for an infinite more births yet to come… The profoundly enigmatic vacillations of your regally unfettered shadow; mitigated me to only an ethereally fleeting extent, What I eternally desired was to timelessly siesta in its unassailably philanthropic serenity; for an infinite more births yet to come… The kingly whites of your inexhaustibly dancing eyes; mystified me to only an infidel fleeting extent, What I eternally desired was to tirelessly sight my reflection in their mirror of ubiquitously unparalleled righteousness; for an infinite more births yet to come…. The limitless fleet of goose-bumps on your excitedly exuberant nape; sublimed me to only a truncatedly fleeting extent, What I eternally desired was to continuously maneuver to every of its passionate swirl; for an infinite more births yet to come…. The unlimited repertoire of actions that emanated from your sagaciously venerated persona; recharged me to only a fractionally fleeting extent, What I eternally desired was to mélange with every flow of priceless truth and humanity that they sprouted into; for an infinite more births yet to come… The miraculously exquisite panic button in your indefatigably ebullient belly; pepped me to only a flaccidly fleeting extent, What I eternally desired was to become the nexus of its blessedly altruistic existence; for an infinite more births yet to come… And the unceasing throbbing of your perpetually fervent heart; impressed me to only a lackadaisically fleeting extent, What I eternally desired was to bond my mind; body; and soul with the beats of its immortally unshakable love; for an infinite more births yet to come….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

OUR RELATION Our relation was just as profoundly perpetual as that between the Ocean and the Shores; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s pristine grace, Our relation was just as celestially perpetual as that between the Sun and the Earth; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s fructifying grace, Our relation was just as blessedly perpetual as that between the Lotus and the Raindrop; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s redolent grace, Our relation was just as sacredly perpetual as that between the Tree and the Breeze; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s vivacious grace, Our relation was just as emolliently perpetual as that between the Rose and the Bumble Bee; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s unadulterated grace, Our relation was just as brilliantly perpetual as that between the Oyster and the Pearl; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s royal grace, Our relation was just as unbelievably perpetual as that between the Soldier and the Sword; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s blistering grace, Our relation was just as insuperably perpetual as that between the Grass and the Dew; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s

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blissful grace, Our relation was just as indomitably perpetual as that between the Cow and the Meadow; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s venerated grace, Our relation was just as truthfully perpetual as that between the Peacock and the Monsoon; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s enamoring grace, Our relation was just as symbiotically perpetual as that between the Clouds and the Horizons; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s eternal grace, Our relation was just as infallibly perpetual as that between the Desert and the Mirage; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s silken grace, Our relation was just as unshakably perpetual as that between the Moon and the Night; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s enchanting grace, Our relation was just as fantastically perpetual as that between the Crop and the Soil; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s burgeoning grace, Our relation was just as mellifluously perpetual as that between the Breast and the Milk; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s Omniscient grace, Our relation was just as interminably perpetual as that between the Mind and the Dream; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s adventurous grace,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh Our relation was just as sensuously perpetual as that between the Nostril and the Breath; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s poignant grace, Our relation was just as divinely perpetual as that between the Martyr and the Mud; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s altruistic grace, And our relation was just as ubiquitously perpetual as that between the Heart and the Beat; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s benign grace… _____________________________________________________________

JUST BECAUSE Just because somebody calls the compassionately breathing rose a pathetically dilapidated gutter; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its stupendously perennial fragrance, Just because somebody calls Omnipotently dazzling Sun a cadaverous hell of abysmal darkness; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its unconquerably blistering flamboyance, Just because somebody calls the impregnably luminescent mountains an inanely frigid mosquito; doesn’t mean that they wholesomely lose all their indomitably endless temerity and unflinchingly peerless strength, Just because somebody calls the majestically fathomless deserts a lividly wounded traitor; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its blazingly coruscated and timeless splendor, Just because somebody calls the seductively dancing nightingale an acrimoniously ballistic thorn; doesn’t

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mean that it wholesomely loses all its enchantingly everlasting and poignantly mesmerizing melody, Just because somebody calls the voluptuous cloud an evaporating graveyard of abhorrently insipid nothingness; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its unprecedented whirlpool of heavenly sensuousness, Just because somebody calls the mystically undulating wave a prison of disastrously truculent monotony; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its vivaciously exhilarating and unfathomable tanginess, Just because somebody calls the wonderfully titillating and emolliently crafted poetry an infinitesimal trash can of hyperbolic adjectives; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses its ubiquitously everlasting essence of unfettered friendship, Just because somebody calls the unbelievably pristine pearl a tawdrily molested corpse of unthinkable profanity; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its royal resplendence and exotically titillating charm, Just because somebody calls the flight of uninhibitedly untainted freedom a maliciously lambasting chain of hedonistically perverted slavery; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its celestially altruistic fortitude, Just because somebody calls the lap of the unconquerably sacrosanct mother an insidiously gratuitous carcass; doesn’t mean that that it wholesomely loses all its perpetually subliming effulgence and inimitable glory, Just because somebody calls the vividly ebullient rainbow in the boundless sky a lackadaisically venomous scorpion rotting in the dungeons of bizarre isolation; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its regally unsurpassable ocean of timeless enthrallment, Just because somebody calls the wind of beautifully egalitarian symbiotism an indiscriminately cold-blooded eunuch tyrannically marauding every conceivable trace of life in vicinity; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its pricelessly bountiful religion of humanity,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh Just because somebody calls the wails of the immaculately wailing infant an apocalypse of murderous doom; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its spell bindingly insuperable innocence and godly mischief, Just because somebody calls the united fabric of eternal living kind an orphaned stone forlornly fretting on the vagrantly obsolete streets; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its unshakably Omnipotent aura and undefeatable companionship, Just because somebody calls the iridescently blossoming seed a curse on the trajectory of this eclectic planet; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its unassailably ecstatic freshness, Just because somebody calls the silken sensuality of paradise a devilish ghost invidiously permeating the hindside; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its indefatigably vibrant aristocracy and inexhaustibly Omniscient aura, Just because somebody calls the sword of patriotically unchallengeable truth a dolorously disparaging coward retreating back into his egregiously worthless shell; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its unceasing bravery and Omnipresent exhilaration, Just because somebody calls the chapter of endlessly bestowing life an amorphously stuttering oblivion of treacherous death; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its astoundingly indomitable and miraculous proliferation, And just because somebody calls our unequivocally immortal love a manipulatively sinful compromise; doesn’t mean that it wholesomely loses all its perpetually bonding beats and magnetically humanitarian swirl… _____________________________________________________________

I PROMISE Embrace me like I’ve forever wanted to embrace every pore of your sensuously poignant silhouette; and I promise I’ll embrace you till times beyond infinite infinity; embrace you even more than ever before,

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Nibble me like I’ve forever wanted to nibble the pungently robust outlines of your radiantly rubicund ears; and I promise I’ll nibble you till times beyond infinite infinity; nibble you even more than ever before, Kiss me like I’ve forever wanted to kiss every swirl of untamed passion on your insuperably scarlet lips; and I promise I’ll kiss you till times beyond infinite infinity; kiss you even more than ever before, Tease me like I’ve forever wanted to tease your impeccably uninhibited persona; and I promise I’ll tease you till times beyond infinite infinity; tease you even more than ever before, Tantalize me like I’ve forever wanted to tantalize the redolently cavorting goose-bumps on your skin; and I promise I’ll tantalize you till times beyond infinite infinity; tantalize you even more than ever before, Encircle me like I’ve forever wanted to sacredly encircle every benign goodness that drifted from your altruistic soul; and I promise I’ll encircle you till times beyond infinite infinity; encircle you even more than ever before, Enchant me like I’ve forever wanted to enchant every pathway that you tread in the tenure of your convivially symbiotic life; and I promise I’ll enchant you till times beyond infinite infinity; enchant you even more than ever before, Enlighten me like I’ve forever wanted to enlighten even the most infinitesimally dolorous aspect of your blessed existence; and I promise I’ll enlighten you till times beyond infinite infinity; enlighten you even more than ever before, Date me like I’ve forever wanted to date even the most diminutive element of your majestically heavenly form; and I promise I’ll date you till times beyond infinite infinity; date you even more than ever before, Bewitch me like I’ve forever wanted to bewitch each of your centripetally shy senses; and I promise I’ll bewilder you till times beyond infinite infinity; bewilder you even more than ever before, Spell bind me like I’ve forever wanted to spell bind even the tiniest of vivacious hair extruding from your regally virgin skin; and I promise I’ll spell bind you till times beyond infinite infinity; spell bind you even more than ever before,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh Fantasize me like I’ve forever wanted to fantasize every shade of your royal existence in a boundless myriad of forms and shapes; and I promise I’ll fantasize you till times beyond infinite infinity; fantasize you even more than ever before, Preach me like I’ve forever wanted to preach every unwittingly dwindling nerve of your sporadically jittery persona; and I promise I’ll preach you till times beyond infinite infinity; preach you even more than ever before, Suckle me like I’ve forever wanted to suckle in your everlastingly unassailable warmth; and I promise I’ll suckle you till times beyond infinite infinity; suckle you even more than ever before, Accompany me like I’ve forever wanted to accompany you as your undaunted comrade in whatever direction you choose to adventure; and I promise I’ll accompany you till times beyond infinite infinity; accompany you even more than ever before, Stare me like I’ve forever wanted to stare at the unlimitedly panoramic and profoundly humanitarian depth in your innocuous eyes; and I promise I’ll stare you till times beyond infinite infinity; stare you even more than ever before, Pat me like I’ve forever wanted to pat you at the most ephemeral of your accomplishment; and I promise I’ll pat you till times beyond infinite infinity; pat you even more than ever before, Sketch me like I’ve forever wanted to sketch every fragrant rendezvous with your Omnipotently endowed grace; and I promise I’ll sketch you till times beyond infinite infinity; sketch you even more than ever before, Breathe me like I’ve forever wanted to breathe every ubiquitously philanthropic goodness that emanated from your eternally resplendent creation; and I promise I’ll breathe you till times beyond infinite infinity; breathe you even more than ever before, But Love me OR don’t Love me like I've forever and ever and ever and unconquerably loved you; and I still promise to love you till times beyond infinite infinity; irrespective of your unjustifiable abhorrence for me; love you even more than ever before….

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I REALLY, TRULY AND SHALL FOREVER LOVE YOU And I liked the way you uninhibitedly chattered; caring an infinitesimal damn about the acrimoniously uncouth planet outside, And I liked the way you sensuously ambled; tantalizing even the dreariest blade of grass of threadbarely barren soil; to the most unprecedented limits, And I liked the way you flirtatiously winked; inevitably inviting even the most lackadaisically vindictive skies; to torrentially rain till times beyond infinite infinity, And I liked the way you unflinchingly paraded; as if the every speck of majestically virile earth; irrefutably belonged to you and solely you, And I liked the way you ardently stared; perpetually feasting your eyes on even the most inconspicuously obsolete ingredient of the Lord’s panoramically enamoring creation; all day and night, And I liked the way you wholeheartedly laughed; wholesomely exhausting even the minutest trace of your miserably entrapped energy; towards the aisles of vivaciously dancing paradise, And I liked the way you unconsciously snored; even as the tawdrily corrupt high society around; slept asphyxiating frozen under their frigidly air-conditioned quilts, And I liked the way you intrepidly galloped; fantastically discovering profoundly blessing newness; the golden dewdrops of untainted fantasy at every step that you victoriously tread, And I liked the way you fearlessly wrote; expressing your philanthropically benign thoughts with such candour; which was visible only in the regally steaming rays of the Midday Sun, And I liked the way you inexhaustibly fought for anti terrorism; exhaled every breath of yours; solely to unite the ghoulishly estranged planet once again; into the threads of invincible brotherhood, And I liked the way you tackled adversity; staring it right into its pugnaciously imperiling eye; as if a newborn child Omnipotently stares into iridescently milky space, And I liked the way you said goodbye when it mattered the most; sacrificing your umpteenth personal kin; for limitlessly serving your sacrosanct

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh mother soil, And I liked the way you earnestly prayed; not believing in any spuriously indiscriminating religion; but obeisantly bending down to the religion of humanity; even centuries after the last breath of your life, And I liked the way you spiritedly danced; liberating unbelievable spurts of magically rejuvenating energy into the sullenly reproachful atmosphere; igniting fireballs of passion even in the most lugubriously penalizing of night, And I liked the way you nimbly surrendered; altruistically donating each priceless ingredient of your blessed existence; to save the life of your haplessly staggering compatriots, And I liked the way you tirelessly preached; unequivocally advocating the sermons of amiably embracing camaraderie; even as every single organism on this earth cold-bloodedly laughed you out, And I liked the way you undauntedly embraced all fraternity of life; as if there existed no diabolical power on this fathomless Universe; which could ever squander your impregnably harmonious grip, And I liked the way you impeccably cavorted under the first rays of dawn; just as the mischievous infant bounced in the lap of its unconquerably divine mother, And I liked the way you sporadically angered; letting vent to the fallibly molecular human within you; which was as sensitive as the royally emerald globule of rain; of the very first monsoon, And I liked the way you unshakably promised; as if the virtue of your Samaritan commitment would forever shine; even as cadaverous mortuaries of hell blended with pragmatically spawning soil, And I liked the way you miraculously breathed; as if the gallows of the most ghastliest of death; had been entirely transcended by the effulgently effervescent whirlpools of life, And I really loved you in whatever form; shape; color; fraternity; continent; that the Omnipresent Creator had created you in; in whatever stage of life that you met me; in whatever stage of death that your soul bonded with mine; O! Yes; irrespective of whatever yesterday; today or tomorrow that I ever confront; I really; truly and shall forever love you….

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NOT THE SLIGHTEST OF IMPACT Countless full-fledgedly floated in the clouds every unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have even the most infinitesimal of impact upon their sensuously untainted and perennially enchanting swirl, Countless full-fledgedly swam in the ocean every unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have even the most diminutive of impact upon its rhapsodically undulating and ebulliently pristine waves, Countless full-fledgedly smelt the rose every unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have even the most ethereal of impact upon its spell bindingly effulgent and effulgently triumphant fragrance, Countless full-fledgedly philandered on the mountain peak every unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have even the most minuscule of impact upon its indomitably unflinching and peerlessly Herculean strength, Countless full-fledgedly feasted on the golden dewdrop every unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have even the most ephemeral of impact upon its everlastingly mesmerizing and victoriously unfettered shine, Countless full-fledgedly clambered the tree every unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have even the most parsimonious of impact upon its magnificently burgeoning and poignantly tempestuous virility, Countless full-fledgedly sighted the Sun every unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have even the most fugitive of impact upon its Omnipotently perpetual and insuperably blazing radiance, Countless full-fledgedly transgressed upon the surface of earth every unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have even the most inconspicuous of impact upon its Omnipresently bountiful and marvelously fructifying sacredness, Countless full-fledgedly admired the rainbow every unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have even the most mercurial of impact upon its unbelievably enthralling and unsurpassably mellifluous vivaciousness, Countless full-fledgedly relished the milk of the cow every unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have even the most tiniest of impact upon its inimitably unparalleled and unrestrictedly beautiful Omniscience, Countless full-fledgedly frolicked in the desert every unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have even the most evanescent of impact upon its unfathomably royal and timelessly iridescent sands,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh Countless full-fledgedly tossed the infant every unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have even the most disappearing of impact upon its insuperably redolent and timelessly undying integrity, Countless full-fledgedly caressed the leaves every unveiling instant; but that still didn’t have even the most obsolete of impact upon their profoundly exuberant and ecstatically vivid breeze, Countless full-fledgedly embraced the night every unveiling instant; but that didn’t have even the most obfuscated of impact upon its impeccably wonderful and incredulously everlasting milkiness, Countless full-fledgedly caught rain in their palms every unveiling instant; but that didn’t have even the most cloistered of impact upon its uninhibitedly liberating and pricelessly divine freshness, Countless full-fledgedly talked about blood every unveiling instant; but that didn’t have even the most measly of impact upon its inexhaustibly consecrating and gloriously symbiotic aura, Countless full-fledgedly cuddled in their respective mother’s lap every unveiling instant; but that didn’t have even the most truncated of impact upon its limitlessly fragrant and compassionately unconquerable godliness, Countless full-fledgedly inhaled air into their nostrils every unveiling instant; but that didn’t have even the most nonchalant of impact upon its tirelessly unhindered and emolliently revitalizing newness, And countless full-fledgedly explored the heartbeat every unveiling instant; but that didn’t have even the most unremarkable of impact upon its blessedly emollient and unshakably unflinching immortality… _____________________________________________________________

GHOST OF LOST LOVE The worst of treacherously asphyxiating and cold-bloodedly crippling darkness too; get miraculously healed with the inevitable passing of unstoppably magnificent time, The worst of sadistically horrific and hideously incarcerating obsessions too; get wonderfully healed with the inevitable passing of unstoppably royal time, The worst of inexplicably haunting and cadaverously imperiling diseases too; get beautifully healed with the inevitable passing of unstoppably emollient time, The worst of deliriously raunchy and devastatingly subjugating manias too; get celestially healed with

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the inevitable passing of unstoppably princelely time, The worst of haplessly shivering and hedonistically inflicted agonies too; get fantastically healed with the inevitable passing of unstoppably pragmatic time, The worst of murderously indiscriminate and savagely terrorizing racialism too; gets symbiotically healed with the inevitable passing of unstoppably glorious time, The worst of hysterically sobbing and tempestuously troubled eyes too; get serenely healed with the inevitable passing of unstoppably pristine time, The worst of disastrously frazzled and brutally butchered nerves too; get triumphantly healed with the inevitable passing of unstoppably immaculate time, The worst of painstakingly debilitating and hopelessly strangulating depression too; gets ebulliently healed with the inevitable passing of unstoppably unflinching time, The worst of ominously atrocious and ignominiously slandering vindication too; gets bounteously healed with the inevitable passing of unstoppably peerless time, The worst of disjointedly crooked and satanically victimizing minds too; get harmoniously healed with the inevitable passing of unstoppably charismatic time, The worst of egregiously bleeding and horrendously broken bones too; get efficaciously healed with the inevitable passing of unstoppably fascinating time, The worst of uncontrollably pernicious and ferociously flagrant tempers too; get wonderfully healed with the inevitable passing of unstoppably resplendent time, The worst of uncouthly unsparing and salaciously tormenting dictators too; get synergistically healed with the inevitable passing of unstoppably brilliant time, The worst of miserably whiplashed and relentlessly bleeding wounds too; get victoriously healed with the inevitable passing of unstoppably twinkling time, The worst of remorsefully cursing and wretchedly wailing spirits too; get unassailably healed with the inevitable passing of unstoppably unnerving time, The worst of hypochondriacally baseless and inanely unsolicited fears too; get insuperably healed with the inevitable passing of unstoppably candid time, The worst of indefatigably gasping and cumbersomely dragged breaths too; get effulgently healed with the inevitable passing of unstoppably undefeated time, The worst of ghastily crucifying and tawdrily infertile sadisms too; get ecstatically healed with the inevitable passing of unstoppably iridescent time, But the wound of lost love; stabs deeper and more

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh immutably deeper in the corridors of the heart for even an infinite births and deaths after veritable death and with the inevitable passing of unstoppably unfettered time, Therefore O! Mate; never betray the person whom you Immortally love; never leave the person whom you truly love; never disobey the person whom you unconquerably love; and if you still dare; then be ready to become a timelessly and tirelessly penalized ghost of lost love…

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All I could do ! The hatred in my eyes for her was so hedonistically blazing; that it could veritably and venomously char even the most invincibly unfathomable structure on this planet; to inconspicuous ash within just a single instant, The hatred in my palms for her was so uncontrollably ferocious; that it could veritably and criminally smash even the most Herculean mountains on this planet; to ludicrously infidel chowder within just a single instant, The hatred in my shadow for her was so gorily sinister; that it could veritably and diabolically curse even the most fearless organism on this earth who came in its swirl; for an infinite more lifetimes, and within just a single instant, The hatred in my voice for her was so insatiably demonic; that it could veritably and brutally deafen even the most unstoppably cold-blooded thunderstorms on this planet; within just a single instant, The hatred in my arms for her was so unrelentingly barbarous; that it could veritably and murderously pulverize even the most invincible stone walls on this planet; within just a single instant, The hatred in my blood for her was so intractably acrimonious; that it could veritably and hideously asphyxiate even the most impregnably uninhibited of atmospheres on this planet; within just a single instant, The hatred in my tongue for her was so indefatigably lethal; that it could veritably and satanically condemn even the most righteous man on this planet towards the vituperative gallows of death; within just

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a single instant, The hatred in my skull for her was so nefariously untamed; that it could veritably and ferociously bang even the most insuperable walls on this planet to pathetic extinction; within just a single instant, The hatred in my teeth for her was so unbearably delirious; that it could veritably and horrifically squelch even the most obdurate on this planet into ephemerally ludicrous nothingness; within just a single instant, The hatred in my bones for her was so inexorably untiring; that it could veritably and sadistically cause any organism on this planet to incessantly yelp in inexplicable pain; with just a single nudge; and within just a single instant, The hatred in my feet for her was so abominably perverted; that it could veritably and sacrilegiously kick even the most amazing superpowers on this planet to the mortuaries of non-existence; within just a single instant, The hatred in my spine for her was so irretrievably intolerable; that it could veritably and devastatingly crunch even the most ominously blood-stained thorns on this planet to wholesome extinction; within just a single instant, The hatred in my nails for her was so uncouthly tormenting; that it could veritably and carnivorously make even the most audaciously toughened skins on this planet unstoppably bleed; within just a single instant, The hatred in my mouth for her was so vindictively unprecedented; that it could veritably and tyrannically gobble even the most pugnaciously treacherous battlefields on this planet; within just a single instant, The hatred in my nostrils for her was so unsurpassably demented; that it could veritably and truculently exhale the spell of death upon even the most fearless of organisms on this planet; within just a single instant, The hatred in my brain for her was so torturously unceasing; that it could veritably and profanely devastate even the most fathomless civilizations on this planet with unparalleled genius; and within just a single instant, The hatred in my soul for her was so reproachfully blood-curling; that it could veritably and parasitically jinx even the most peerlessly truthful dimensions of this planet; within just a single instant, The hatred in my heart for her was so unforgivably inconsolable; that it could veritably and forever destroy and poison even the most perpetually bonding

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh relationships on this planet; within just a single instant, But it was really amazing ! That inspite of all this; whenever she came infront of me; all I could do was fall in unlimitedly spell bound stupor upon her dainty feet; all I could do was timelessly admire every aspect of her effulgent persona as if the most unconquerable of Kings were accolading the queens; all I could do was propose each beat of my passionately throbbing heart to her and say “I Love You”…. _____________________________________________________________

The Wife and The Mistress…. The wife was like the fathomlessly barren sky; whilst the mistress was like those tantalizingly voluptuous clouds; which unrelentingly and profusely soaked aridly crippled soil; with droplets of priceless rain, The wife was like the boundless territories of blandly open grass; whilst the mistress was like those amazingly seductive platter of dewdrops; which forever quenched the thirst of everlastingly burgeoning desire, The wife was like the endless pond of innocuously untainted lotus’s; whilst the mistress was like the stupendously unconquerable scent that wafted in every direction; titillating even the most infinitesimal hair of the nostril to stand till the ultimate cloud 9, The wife was like the monstrously mechanized and drab car; whilst the mistress was like those golden globules of piquantly jubilant petrol; which perpetuated even the most lifelessly disgusted of wheels; to infallibly fly forward like white lightening in the sky, The wife was like the unceasingly tranquil shores; whilst the mistress was like those ravishingly undulating waves; which fomented even the most morbidly stagnating lava’s; to tempestuously explode, The wife was like the eternally symbiotic forest; whilst the mistress was like those mischievously gallivanting leopards and perpetually melodious nightingales; which magically enlightened the sordid gloominess of the abominably claustrophobic night, The wife was like the indomitably unshakable mountain; whilst the mistress was like those seductively enamoring peaks; which inevitably attracted countless a wanderer; into their spell-bindingly misty swirl,

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The wife was like the impeccably venerated cisterns of milk; whilst the mistress was like those mouthfuls of unbelievably poignant curd; which ecstatically engendered a billion pores of the skin to interminably shout out in untamed delight, The wife was like the unflinchingly faithful candle; whilst the mistress was like those delectably scrumptious flames of compassion; which stirred an incredulous new revolution in even the most deadened senses of nonchalant man, The wife was like the wondrously nourishing pudding; whilst the mistress was like those effulgently scarlet topping of cherries; which so painstakingly left your tongue unfinished; even after you’d consumed an infinite more, The wife was like the peerlessly pristine cobweb never ever changing its color with the changing shades of light; whilst the mistress was like those royally vivacious spiders; which unabashedly stabbed the vials of unending exultation into every man dead or alive, The wife was like the unendingly blissful valley; whilst the mistress was like those exuberantly uninhibited echoes of sensuousness; which traced the most inscrutable pathway of mystique; through even the most infinitesimally intricate curve of the masculine skin, The wife was like the eclectically utility knife; whilst the mistress was like those incredulously sharpened edges of excitement; which unremittingly pierced through even the most emotionlessly obdurate scepters of manhood, The wife was like the earnestly unshakable foundation; whilst the mistress was like those rhapsodically fresh splashes of paint; which granted new leases of indispensable life to every hopelessly shattered man on this planet, The wife was like the wonderfully consecrated mouth; whilst the mistress was like those effervescently inimitable whistles; which simply swept you from your beleaguered feet; transporting you to the pricelessly ultimate hilt of paradise, The wife was like the perspicuously unconquerable vision; whilst the mistress was like those victoriously mascara coated eyelashes; which flirted with every handsomely eligible bachelor on planet divine, The wife was like the untiringly vast; accommodating and spiceless desert; whilst the mistress was like those tirelessly seducing mirages; which made man fervently salivate more than a million kilometers barefoot; under the most acrimoniously blazing rays of the Sun, The wife was like the unassailable virile seed sown;

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh whilst the mistress was like those innumerable droplets of ardent sweat on soil; which perpetuated even the most lifelessly infertile of masculine skins; to relentlessly languish and roll in them; till times beyond infinity, And whereas the wife shall forever remain immortal as she is the insuperably ameliorating heart; the mistress would add that indispensably needed enlightenment to every shade of human existence; forever ensuring that every man always embraces none else but “Woman”; on this limitlessly enthralling Universe…. _____________________________________________________________

Titanic-The Ship of Immortal Love and Dreams… It might have sunk like frigid ice to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where unconquerable royalty radiated from even the most infinitesimal element, It might have sunk like non-existent air to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever consider the Titanic as a ship; where the true flavor of all fraternities of humanity; reigned emotionally charged and supreme at all times, It might have sunk like a new born infant to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where there perennially wafted an impregnable atmosphere of pricelessly eternal compassion, It might have sunk like an invisible speck to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the spirit of Omnipotent God was endlessly praised; in its most unassailably bestowing form, It might have sunk like a deplorably defeated teardrop to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the heavens of the most ultimate fantasy ruled supreme; in even the most blackened corners; tapestries; cisterns and stairs, It might have sunk like a lifeless solider to the rock bottom of the

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ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the definition of true sacrifice was immortalized; like never before on this fathomless planet, It might have sunk like an amorphous ant to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where there flew kisses of all sizes and shapes; in every conceivable direction; poignant and galore, It might have sunk like besmirched sour cream to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where there was a perfect blend of people of virtually every religion; traveling to the most cherished destination of their life, It might have sunk like disdainfully shattered glass to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where there the finest wine and cuisine were ecstatically served in one half; whilst the other; perpetually rejoiced and unabashedly danced to the tunes of rum and humanity, It might have sunk like meaningless vacuum to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the longest insatiable locking of two lips into a kiss; was ever registered on this boundless enamoring planet, It might have sunk like impoverished chowder to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the most inimitably cherishable moments of existence; were lived by thousands; within just two days, It might have sunk like neglected seaweed to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the heart of the infallibly intrepid sea; was inscrutably captured within each pristine wall, It might have sunk like despicably thwarted ash to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where an insuperable ensemble of artists; exuberantly sang till their very last breath; even as hell unstoppably rained around, It might have sunk like despairing oblivion to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh thousands prayed for rhapsodic life and happiness; affably holding hand in hand and together, It might have sunk like a fecklessly butchered whisker to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the most unconquerably golden moments of passion; were captured with astounding propensity upon the fabric of white canvas, It might have sunk like a lackadaisical feather to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where even the most gigantic structures; ceilings and obdurate iron; perennially floated around as invincibly aristocratic silk, It might have sunk like a lifeless corpse to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the flaming Sun played hide-n-seek till eternity; as nubile couples mischievously cavorted up and down the numerous rails and decks, It might have sunk like a cadaverously hammered bone to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where there was nothing else to do; but interminably dream; dream and simply and majestically dream, It might have sunk like despondently distorted pulp to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where there everlastingly throbbed the heartbeat of immortal love; between “Jack” and “Rose” ; irrespective of whether the physical forms stayed or crumbled; irrespective of whether there prevailed life or hopeless death…

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I do definitely know; and have always known…. I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we used to jauntily fly kites from each other’s terraces; deliberately interlock the strings of our mischief for times immemorial, I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we bathed in the torrential rain together; with even the most infinitesimal element of our bodies timelessly intertwining into a fireball of infallibly unending passion, I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we wholeheartedly used to compliment each other for the tiniest of our achievements; even as the entire world outside sighted us with the eyes of unbearable prejudice, I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we unrelentingly peered into each other’s eyes in the heart of chaotic street and disabling war; indefatigably discovering the sincerity of creation; even as countless were freshly born and countless died, I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we tirelessly chased each other through umpteenth unkempt branches and inscrutable paths of the enchanting forest; with the wind as our only savior and profound sensuality dripping from our souls, I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we inarticulately babbled even the most preposterous balderdash that came to our minds; in sheer informality whilst courting each other, I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we gave our friendship the truest of meaning; enlightening each of our horrendous agony into brilliant hope; as we uninhibitedly shared the same with each other, I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we had our first smooch; when for the first time the melody in our inflamed lips became perpetually singular; bringing alongwith it every tangible speck of happiness on this planet, I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we slept intrepidly bare-chested on the cold-blooded rocks; with nothing to do but stare at the moonless sky; with the tyrannically conventional society discarding us like bits of frigid nothingness, I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh started from the time; when we audaciously proclaimed to our parents that we’d never marry the ones that they’d chosen for us on this fathomless planet; when it was infact the last hour of our wedding day, I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we absorbed every ray of the blazingly undefeated morning sun; hugging each other with so much intensity; as if this was the very last moment of life on earth divine, I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we unabashedly flirted in the broadest of daylight; endlessly uttering nothing else but words of Immortal love even in the heart of the insidiously robotic corporate empire, I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we forever coalesced our palms into a fortress of solidarity; although each line of our destiny lines ran in the most opprobrious opposite directions, I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we ardently tongued our way across each other’s uncontrollably shivering bodies; possessed each pore of our sensitive skins more impregnably than what god could have possessed earth, I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we’d seen each other the first time on the sordidly heartless street; yet seemed to know each other since centuries unprecedented; without even knowing our names, I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we wholesomely satisfied every of our needs ourselves; just the two of us; without even the most oblivious of help from the satanically whipping world outside, I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when we unstoppably rubbed our nostrils in wondrous unison; let the breath of our eternal compassion; overwhelm and overrule every other stench of hatred in the boundless atmosphere, I really don’t know the slightest as to whether it all started from the time; when our hearts throbbed louder than the most untamed of volcano’s for each other; although we sat unnoticed; untouched; unexplored; indefinable continents apart, But I do definitely know and have always known; that I’ve always loved you and only you since even before my very first breath; since even before Omniscient God had created this magically ameliorating earth; since even before there evolved the tiniest definition of heavenly life; in the womb of this untiring Universe…

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Love & Divorce It took an infinite brutally famished nights and days; endless emaciating moments of penance infront of the Omnipotent Lord Almighty; in order to unite two passionately interlocked and true lovers, It took an infinite odysseys through the most venomously untamed outgrowths of wilderness; in order to unite two bountifully redolent and true lovers, It took an infinite anecdotes of unflinchingly challenging the most unthinkably impossible; in order to unite two innocuously resplendent and true lovers, It took an infinite moments of stony silence; at times unlimited hours of patiently peering into haplessly cloudless sky; in order to unite two ardently blessed and true lovers, It took an infinite bleeding footsteps whilst transgressing through an unceasing pathway of fiendishly stabbing thorns; in order to unite two jubilantly intricate and true lovers, It took an infinite droplets of bloodshed; whilst undergoing war against the truculently unforgivable devil; in order to unite two unassailably cheerful and true lovers, It took an infinite nightmarish nights of confronting the cold-bloodedly sinister ghost face to face; in order to unite two bountifully triumphant and true lovers, It took an infinite instances of wading through the battlefields of horrifically slandering bad luck; in order to unite two jauntily effulgent and true lovers, It took an infinite bangs of the skull against the heartlessly conventional wall of the diabolically manipulative society; in order to unite two blissfully frolicking and true lovers, It took an infinite bones soaked in valiantly fearless blood; whilst fighting against the perpetrators of chauvinism; in order to unite two exuberantly spell binding and true lovers, It took an infinite gallows of inconsolably deafening misery and eventually asphyxiating death; in order to unite two compassionately silken and true lovers, It took an infinite graveyards of invidiously maiming silence; submission and wholesome oblivion; in order to unite two fervently ecstatic and true lovers,

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh It took an infinite rivers of hard earned sweat; whilst trying to explain and unveil each intricate thread of righteousness to the outside world; in order to unite two symbiotically ebullient and true lovers, It took an infinite screams of everlasting permeating through the coffins of deplorably diminishing hell; in order to unite two wondrously enchanted and true lovers, It took an infinite ticks of the painstakingly thwarting clock; whilst waiting for the most consummately royal moment to strike; in order to unite two enchantingly gorgeous and true lovers, It took an infinite inexplicably tormenting riddles to uninhibitedly confront and decipher; in order to unite two beautifully amiable and true lovers, It took an infinite flagrantly slit throats; whilst bare-bodiedly opposing the mortuary of lies; in order to unite two holistically melanging and true lovers, It took an infinite unbelievable sacrifices; which rendered even the most resilient of physical form into the most desperately sullen carcass; in order to unite two ubiquitously charismatic and true lovers, And Yet. Paradoxically Yet. It took those same two lovers just uttering that heinous word thrice; or just putting a legal application in the court; or just walking in different directions altogether; to vindictively “Divorce” each other; to get ruthlessly separated for a lifetime ; after they had so immortally and altruistically met…. _____________________________________________________________

Unmarried… Unmarried; when we kissed; we felt the waves of untamed passion rise to the ultimate crescendo of fulfillment; whilst when after Marriage; we felt it to be just routinely boring ritual to be inevitably done; just to spuriously appease each other, Unmarried; when we listened to each other; our eyes interlocked for hours

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immemorial as we became oblivious to every other sound in the atmosphere; whilst after Marriage; the words seemed to irately pound like a billion unwashed boulders; upon the extremely tempestuous chords of our eardrums, Unmarried; when we philandered together; we almost seemed to unanimously admire and appreciate each natural creation of the Lord Almighty; whilst after Marriage; we sat taut and haughty in stony silence; even as the most majestically virile sceneries and greeneries passed by, Unmarried; when we confronted any problem; both of us earnestly put in our the last droplet of our sweat to emerge unitedly victorious; whilst when after Marriage; each of us left it wholesomely on the other to get out of the inexplicable disaster, Unmarried; when we sipped wine; we cheered a toast umpteenth number of times in the sensuous wilderness of the night; whilst after Marriage; each of us chimed our glasses just once for the sake of the sanctimonious society; and that too with profound abhorrence lingering in our eyes; and time and again casting sneering glances at the bottle price, Unmarried; when we slept; we were aware and fondly traced even the tiniest creak of our bodies with our uninhibitedly wandering fingers; whilst after marriage we indifferently slept poles apart; thunderously snoring till eternity; even as either one of us was being crucified by the swords of diabolical hell, Unmarried; when we sat to eat supper; each one of us altruistically waited for marathon moments before the other devoured to his/her hearts content; whilst after marriage both of us made a barbarous beeline for the singleton dish; at times ending with raw gashes of unsavory blood; on our profusely scratched hands and face, Unmarried; when we wrote each others names; we felt the most pricelessly blessed organisms alive perpetually possessing each other in our hearts; whilst after marriage we never disclosed it to anyone that we even had a lifepartner; specially if it was someone of the opposite sex, Unmarried; when we swam in the choppy ocean; even the most infinitesimal

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh vein of our body was so perennially entwined that it was impossible to separate us even in the fiercest of storm; whilst after marriage we deliberately used each others heads as a lifeboat; drowning the other in our attempt to stay triumphantly afloat and selfishly alive, Unmarried; when we awoke; the very first thing that we did in the morning was to bow down to each other’s feet as we found our ultimate liberator in each of ourself; whilst after marriage we strangulated each other’s senses for uncannily waking up early in the morning; and hideously disrupting the heavenliness of bountiful sleep, Unmarried; when we were wounded; we compassionately ran every contour of our fervent lips to those parts which hurt till there was not the tiniest of pain; whilst after marriage all that we could hedonistically muster; was indigenous salt to apply on the agonizingly crimson streams of blood, Unmarried; when we laughed; it was as if to trace and assimilate even the most insouciant bit of ecstasy hidden in our unconscious veins; whilst after marriage we invidiously chortled and exploited each other’s idiosyncrasies; even at the cost of an infinite tears which unstoppably flowed, Unmarried; when we sketched; all we could capture on our barren canvases was every conceivable shade of our passionately exuberant silhouettes; whilst after marriage if ever we used our drawing pens; then it was to spew blood of intolerance and unfathomable hatred, Unmarried; when we were lost; we rediscovered and reborn each other in our very own unassailably redolent breaths; whilst after marriage we heartlessly abandoned each other; leaping at the beams of hope who came searching us; and at the first opportunity, Unmarried; when we sobbed for our loved ones; the innermost realms of our souls united for an infinite lifetimes to share our grief and ameliorate ourselves to the highest epitome of the Sun; whilst after marriage we sadistically used each other’s tears to bathe; incase the overhead tank was empty, Unmarried; when we created something; we mutually congratulated each other till the aisles of endless infinity whether there came or not; the

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tiniest of soul from the outside world; whilst after marriage the same creation became the ultimate reason in our route to divorce, Unmarried; when we saw suffering on the streets; we selflessly extricated even the last ounce of blood from our veins; endeavoring our best to serve humanity; whilst after marriage we greedily amassed our own wealth; career; identity and fame; in order to royally exist in separate palaces of gold soaked in innocent blood, Unmarried; when we met after office; we embraced each other with so much passion and intensity that the most gigantic of structures and creation around humbly tumbled to our toes; whilst after marriage we rapaciously preferred to frequent the prostitutes dwelling to placate our heinous desires; as well as stay forever away from our robotically boring faces, Therefore it is my nimble plea to you O! Omnipresent Lord; to let our love forever immortalize into a cloud of unbreakable compassion; to let our love forever become the ultimate guiding beacon for every other true lover born; and thus for all this to consolidate into a timeless reality; leave us best as UNMARRIED… _____________________________________________________________

When ridiculed by my very own beloved… When the world laughed at my perfectly normal hands; I rose like an unflinchingly peerless tiger; to defend my irrefutably untainted integrity, But when the same was unsparingly ridiculed by my very own beloved; I felt hopelessly crippled; not even being able to hoist a feather with my palms; for an infinite more lifetimes…. When the world laughed at my perfectly normal eyes; I rebounded back like a viciously untamed scorpion; to defend my pricelessly inimitable integrity, But when the same was brutally ridiculed by my very own beloved; I felt cadaverously blind; not being able to sight even the largest of structure in

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh the most brilliant of sunshine; for an infinite more lifetimes…. When the world laughed at my perfectly normal throat; I towered like the ultimate sword of valiantly fearless war; to defend my blissfully innocuous integrity, But when the same was preposterously ridiculed by my very own beloved; I felt pathetically dumb; not being able to utter a word with my exuberantly bouncing tongue; for an infinite more lifetimes… When the world laughed at my perfectly normal brain; I shot back like an inferno of insatiably endless bravado; to defend my wondrously unimpeachable integrity, But when the same was unabashedly ridiculed by my very own beloved; I felt insanely paralyzed; not being able to distinguish my own voice in wholesome solitude; for an infinite more lifetimes… When the world laughed at my perfectly normal fingers; I poignantly fulminated back like the harshest ray of the midday Sun; to defend my ebulliently triumphant integrity, But when the same was indefatigably ridiculed by my very own beloved; I felt miserably leper; not being able to pen a singleton alphabet; for an infinite more lifetimes… When the world laughed at my perfectly normal feet; I lashed back like a ferocious stalk of pugnacious chili; to defend my ecstatically marvelous integrity, But when the same was inexhaustibly ridiculed by my very own beloved; I felt unbearably maimed; not being able to traverse an infinitesimal millimeter forward; for an infinite more lifetimes… When the world laughed at my perfectly normal spine; I fumed back like the agonizingly uncurbed embers of the bonfire; to defend my victoriously pristine integrity, But when the same was sinfully ridiculed by my very own beloved; I felt tawdrily crooked; not being able to face earth eye to eye; for an infinite more lifetimes… When the world laughed at my perfectly normal lips; I menacingly growled back like an entire forest of lions; to defend my impeccably vibrant integrity, But when the same was sadistically ridiculed by my very own beloved; I felt

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despondently infertile; not being able to generate the tiniest trace of passion; for an infinite more lifetimes… When the world laughed at my perfectly normal ears; I stood fearlessly unperturbed like the great wall of china; to defend my royally unfettered integrity, But when the same was iconoclastically ridiculed by my very own beloved; I felt horrendously deaf; not being able to hear even the loudest decibels of my voice; for an infinite more lifetimes… When the world laughed at my perfectly normal blood; I spat back indignantly till limits of indescribable exhaustion; to defend my bountifully symbiotic integrity, But when the same was unreasonably ridiculed by my very own beloved; I felt illegitimately orphaned; not being able to ever accept this earth; for an infinite more lifetimes…. When the world laughed at my perfectly normal cheeks; I reacted as violently as the barbarously caged alligator; to defend my celestially impeccable integrity, But when the same was deliberately ridiculed by my very own beloved; I felt the ugliest person alive; not being able to face and interact with even the most ethereal organism on this Universe; for an infinite more lifetimes… When the world laughed at my perfectly normal height; I tirelessly crackled back in flames of vindication; to defend my beautifully redolent integrity, But when the same was insidiously ridiculed by my very own beloved; I felt like an invisible ghost; not being able to sight myself ever in the mirror; for an infinite more lifetimes…. When the world laughed at my perfectly normal potency; I erupted back like the latently gushing volcano; to defend my incredulously altruistic integrity, But when the same was venomously ridiculed by my very own beloved; I felt like a lifeless corpse; not being able to possess the slightest of my space on planet divine; for an infinite more lifetimes…. When the world laughed at my perfectly normal signature; I flagrantly hissed back like the uncontrolled tornado; to defend my harmoniously spell-binding

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh integrity, But when the same was bawdily ridiculed by my very own beloved; I felt like an impotent illiterate; not being able to ever decipher between innovation and balderdash; for an infinite more lifetimes… When the world laughed at my perfectly normal sweat; I unstoppably hurled back at them like the highest wave of the stormy sea; to defend my undyingly sparkling integrity, But when the same was licentiously ridiculed by my very own beloved; I felt like the laziest stone on earth; not being able to ever lift or sense my form on this globe; for an infinite more lifetimes…. When the world laughed at my perfectly normal shadow; I indefinitely became the ultimate epitomes of abuse; to defend my enthrallingly robust integrity, But when the same was satanically ridiculed by my very own beloved; I felt like the coffins of oblivion; not being able to ever discover the faintest trace of life; for an infinite more lifetimes…. When the world laughed at my perfectly normal passion; I snarled back like the most disastrous guffaws of hell; to defend my blissfully sacrosanct integrity, But when the same was diabolically ridiculed by my very own beloved; I felt like the vials of non-existent poison; not being able to inhale breath even in an atmosphere of sole oxygen; for an infinite more lifetimes… And when the world laughed at my perfectly normal love; I gave them back a piece of my mind which was as sharp as the tip of a billion knives; to defend my ubiquitously unparalleled integrity, But when the same was wretchedly ridiculed by my very own beloved; I felt like a mortuary of lies; not being able to ever unite my heart with any other thing on this Universe; for an infinite more lifetimes…

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Even in the deepest sleep of your death… One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to inundate every cranny of your brain with so many spell binding fantasies; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your perpetually silencing death, One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to enlighten every outline of your lips with so many eternally rhapsodic smiles; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your gruesomely tyrannizing death, One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to mesmerize each vacant pore of your eardrum with so many spell bindingly humanitarian tunes; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your ominously victimizing death, One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to tantalize every nerve of your spine with so many feathers of uninhibitedness; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your ghoulishly penalizing death, One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to paint every bit of whiteness in your eye with so many astounding colors of nature divine; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your hideously tormenting death, One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to appease your stomach with so many vividly amazing fruits of nature on this boundless planet; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your treacherously devastating death, One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to enchant your nostrils with so many scents of

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh compassionate friendship; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your satanically asphyxiating death, One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to stupefy each of your intricate veins with so many shades of unabashedly sparkling creativity; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your diabolically castrated death, One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to embellish every freckle of your neck with so many petals of invincible togetherness; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your sinfully stony death, One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to rejuvenate every impression on your fingers with so many undying passions of unconquerable artistry; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your miserably obliterated death, One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to ignite each crevice on your toes with so many pathways of inimitably enriching adventure; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your hopelessly nonchalant death, One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to delight the enamel of your teeth so many flavors of unparalleled symbiotic creation; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your bizarrely crucifying death, One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to mollify every chord of your throat with so many mantras of everlasting peace; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your brutally non-existent death, One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to bless your tongue with so many hymns of unassailable unity; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in

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the deepest sleep of your preposterously hackneyed death, One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to worship your breath with so many rays of the fearlessly optimistic Sun; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your irrevocably delirious death, One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to impregnate your bosom with so many whispers of ardently fascinating excitement; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your inconsolably venomous death, One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to patronize your shadow with so many rays of insuperably glorious truth; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your horrendously stifling death, One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to arouse every conceivable cranny of your skin with so many whiskers of unprecedented ecstasy; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your tawdrily maiming death, One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to fortify each of your bones with so many apogees of universally unshakable brotherhood; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your agonizingly amorphous death, And one day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to perpetuate each beat of your heart with so many lifetimes of immortal love; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your heartlessly evaporating death….

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

Why don’t you kill me forever? I was dying a pathetically agonizing death every moment waiting for your sensuously silken fingers; why don’t you just come infront of me; scratch me uninhibitedly on my cheek with them; and then forever kill me? I was dying an inconsolably disastrous death every moment waiting for your astoundingly poignant lips; why don’t you just come infront of me; kiss me unabashedly on my lips with them; and then forever kill me? I was dying a torturously sullen death every moment waiting for your tantalizingly unparalleled belly; why don’t you just come infront of me; gyrate it jubilantly like the shooting stars; and then forever kill me? I was dying a wretchedly uncouth death every moment waiting for your profoundly unblemished eyes; why don’t you just come infront of me; savor every aspect of my personality with their black’s and whites; and then forever kill me? I was dying an invidiously castrated death every moment waiting for your unbelievably ravishing hair; why don’t you just come infront of me; carelessly swish them on my intricate goose-bumps; and then forever kill me? I was dying a unforgivably penalizing death every moment; waiting for your mellifluously spell binding throat; why don’t you just come infront of me; sing just a rhyme with it towards my trembling countenance; and then forever kill me? I was dying an indescribably lamenting death every moment; waiting for your sacredly dainty feet; why don’t you just come infront of me; point a path on earth with it for me to follow; and then forever kill me? I was dying a fetidly perverted death every moment; waiting for your bountifully effulgent cheeks; why don’t you just come infront of me; let them blush an infinitesimal trifle; and then forever kill me? I was dying a treacherously gory death every moment; waiting for your inscrutably inimitable shadow; why don’t you just come infront of me; let its velvetiness incarcerate each of my senses; and then forever kill me? I was dying a barbarously asphyxiating death every moment; waiting for your rhapsodically victorious neck; why don’t you just come infront of me; nod it only once in ethereal mischief; and then forever kill me?

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I was dying a horrendously vindictive death every moment; waiting for your astoundingly eclectic fingers; why don’t you just come infront of me; trace them like white electricity down my unstoppably reverberating spine; and then forever kill me? I was dying a hysterically cadaverous death every moment; waiting for your unfathomably creative mind; why don’t you just come infront of me; unfurl its wildest fantasy beside my ardent breath; and then forever kill me? I was dying an abhorrently diabolical death every moment; waiting for your wondrously stupefying armpits; why don’t you just come infront of me; let their golden rivers of sweat dribble upon my fanatically waiting skin; and then forever fill me? I was dying a satanically crucifying death every moment; waiting for your impeccably adorable ears; why don’t you just come infront of me; let their magnetically titillating lobes dangle on my forehead; and then forever kill me? I was dying a disdainfully cold-blooded death every moment; waiting for your ebulliently unassailable personality; why don’t you just come infront of me; let its unconquerable fragrance wholesomely capsize each of my senses; and then forever kill me? I was dying an unthinkably mortifying death every moment; waiting for your insuperably majestic nostrils; why don’t you just come infront of me; let them fierily breathe down my enthused neck; and then forever kill me? I was dying an unbearably remorseful death every moment; waiting for your royally nubile shoulders; why don’t you just come infront of me; entwine their unlimited glory with my uncontrollably resonating chest; and then forever kill me? I was dying a mercilessly lambasting death every moment; waiting for your pricelessly voluptuous bosom; why don’t you just come infront of me; unravel just a fragment of its timeless compassion into my life; and then forever kill me? And I was dying a gorily demented death every moment; waiting for your perpetually ameliorating heart; why don’t you just come infront of me;

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh lets its immortal beats caress my miserably emaciated soul; and then forever kill me? _____________________________________________________________

Leaving me open-mouthed…. I saw her pristine lips only for just an infinitesimal instant; but they left me open-mouthed with boundless fantasies of voluptuously untamed desire to cherish; for an infinite more of my bountiful lifetimes, I saw her ravishing hair only for just an evanescent instant; but it left me open-mouthed with boundless fantasies of gloriously unfettered uninhibitedness to cherish; for an infinite more of my enchanting lifetimes, I saw her rubicund cheeks only for just a mercurial instant; but they left me open-mouthed with boundless fantasies of royally untainted mischief to cherish; for an infinite more of my bedazzling lifetimes, I saw her nubile fingers only for just an ethereal instant; but they left me open-mouthed with boundless fantasies of spellbindingly infallible fantasy to cherish; for an infinite more of my enthusing lifetimes, I saw her heavenly eyelashes only for just an impoverished instant; but they left me open-mouthed with boundless fantasies of unconquerably poignant sensitivity to cherish; for an infinite more of my triumphant lifetimes, I saw her titillating spine only for just a transient instant; but it left me open-mouthed with boundless fantasies of unabashedly crimson passion to cherish; for an infinite more of my eclectic lifetimes, I saw her ecstatic feet only for just an obfuscated instant; but they left me open-mouthed with boundless fantasies of ebulliently unfettered adventure to cherish; for an infinite more of my blessed lifetimes, I saw her enigmatic goose-bumps for just a feckless instant; but they left me open-mouthed with boundless fantasies of inimitably priceless exultation

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to cherish; for an infinite more of my effulgent lifetimes, I saw her golden sweat for just an oblivious instant; but it left me open-mouthed with boundless fantasies of royally righteous perseverance to cherish; for an infinite more of my blissful lifetimes, I saw her impeccable nose for just an evaporating instant; but it left me open-mouthed with boundless fantasies of impregnably bounteous sensuality to cherish; for an infinite more of my benign lifetimes, I saw her mesmerizing tongue for just a fleeting instant; but it left me open-mouthed with boundless fantasies of mellifluously majestic desire to cherish; for an infinite more of my sparkling lifetimes, I saw her rhapsodic shadow for just a fugitive instant; but it left me open-mouthed with boundless fantasies of symbiotically silken charisma to cherish; for an infinite more of my ignited lifetimes, I saw her venerated ears for just a non-existent instant; but they left me open-mouthed with boundless fantasies of unbelievably eternal freedom to cherish; for an infinite more of my vivacious lifetimes, I saw her euphoric neck for just an inane instant; but it left me open-mouthed with boundless fantasies of wonderfully enthralling compassion to cherish; for an infinite more of my victorious lifetimes, I saw her seductive hips for just a frigid instant; but they left me open-mouthed with boundless fantasies of astoundingly fructifying virility to cherish; for an infinite more of my intriguing lifetimes, I saw her queenly palms for just a disappearing instant; but they left me open-mouthed with boundless fantasies of inscrutably unveiling destiny to cherish; for an infinite more of my tranquil lifetimes, I saw her amiable bosom for just a worthless moment; but it left me open-mouthed with boundless fantasies of invincibly divine creation; for an infinite more of my effervescent lifetimes, I saw her fiery breath for just an infertile moment; but it left me open-mouthed with boundless fantasies of tirelessly amazing proliferation; for an infinite more of my undying lifetimes, And I saw her fervent heart for just a castrated moment; but it left me open-mouthed with boundless fantasies of immortally replenishing love; for an infinite more of my piquant lifetimes…

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

Without the Immortal Love of a Woman… Every man's eye is devastatingly empty; unbearably rotting towards the dungeons of diabolical hell; without the celestially commiserating reflections of a bountiful woman, Every man's palm is sinfully empty; barbarously rotting towards the coffins of penalizing hell; without the compassionately befriending grip of an honest woman, Every man's vein is dreadfully empty; devilishly rotting towards the vacuum of torturous hell; without the invincibly righteous rudiments of a sacrosanct woman, Every man's brain is deliriously empty; sadistically rotting towards the thorns of cold-blooded hell; without the unsurpassably ebullient fantasies of an eclectic woman, Every man's lip is ghastily empty; tawdrily rotting towards the mortuaries of parasitic hell; without the wondrously igniting kisses of an ardent woman, Every man's shadow is venomously empty; carnivorously rotting towards the skeletons of hideous hell; without the mellifluously symbiotic sweetness of a benign woman, Every man's signature is disastrously empty; egregiously rotting towards the nothingness of hedonistic hell; without the astoundingly ameliorating reflection of a caring woman, Every man's mission is treacherously empty; horrendously rotting towards the dirt of excoriating hell; without the pricelessly unconquerable encouragement of a blessed woman, Every man's lung is cripplingly empty; nonsensically rotting towards the meaninglessness of asphyxiating hell; without the unassailably reinvigorating breath of a timeless woman, Every man's cheek is lecherously empty; salaciously rotting towards the perversions of crucifying hell; without the mischievously spell binding peck of an untamed woman, Every man's chest is drearily empty; ignominiously rotting towards the blackness of massacring hell; without the magically reincarnating caress of a sensuous woman, Every man's spine is lividly empty; preposterously rotting towards the holocaust of morbid hell; without the insurmountably majestic virility of an enigmatic woman, Every man's adventure is hopelessly empty; sacrilegiously rotting towards the ghost of tormenting hell; without the inscrutably tantalizing echo of a mesmerizing woman, Every man's skin is frigidly empty; inconsolably rotting towards the whiplash of strangulating hell; without the fathomlessly unabashed exhilaration of an intrepid woman, Every man's soul is cursedly empty; inexplicably rotting towards the gallows of murderous hell; without the infallibly consecrating sensitivity of a vivacious woman, Every man's shoulder is dolorously empty; blasphemously rotting towards the shards of deteriorating hell; without the amazingly unflinching unity of a blissful woman, Every man's ear is abjectly empty; viciously rotting towards the gutters of malevolent hell; without the enchantingly unfettered voice

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of a mystical woman, Every man's nostril is despondently empty; perilously rotting towards the wickedness of baseless hell; without the perennially life-yielding fragrance of an intricate woman, And every man's heart is haplessly empty; unsparingly rotting towards the evil jinx of cannibalistic hell; without the immortally embracing love of a faithful woman…. _____________________________________________________________

What should a husband do? What should a husband do; if his wife indefatigably nagged him; tirelessly made him feel like a naked impoverished beggar; right in the center of the boisterously crowded street; and under the broadest of daylight? What should a husband do; if his wife was more indifferent than the acrimoniously stabbing deserts; aimlessly staring towards the amorphously non-existent winds; whilst he inconsolably trembled in the most inexplicable of pain and disease? What should a husband do; if his wife was the biggest blackmailer on the trajectory of planet divine; an entity who if once came to know of his weaknesses; would continue to backlash at him like the most venomous scorpion; at the tiniest of opportunity? What should a husband do; if his wife preferred to talk more passionately than the Sun to every stranger and obliterated stone on the dusty street; remaining an emotionless ghost right infront of his earnest eyes? What should a husband do; if his wife didn’t ask him even once of what he did and achieved the entire day; even though he’d catapulted to such dizzy heights of philanthropic success; that none could ever perceive in the wildest of their dreams? What should a husband do; if his wife ghoulishly went of into the realms of unbreakable sleep; whilst he was undergoing the most volatile catharsis of his heart; sharing the most latent ingredients of his soul with her persona? What should a husband do; if his wife vindictively abused him every unfurling instant of the day and night; when every other entity on the planet loved him for the astounding records that he’d achieved; for all the endless love that he was trying to perennially spread? What should a husband do; if his wife mischievously

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh flirted and philandered with every other man on the Universe; even though he endeavored his very best to quench even the most evanescent of her desire? What should a husband do; if his wife sadistically ridiculed even the most sacred of his beliefs; nonchalantly dismissed every element of his devotion; to bond as one with the spirit of the Omnipotent God? What should a husband do; if his wife devised an infinite ways to pull his leg and make him lick the most disdainful of dust; instead of inspiring him to unflinching face the world and rise to the most truthfully ultimate of skies? What should a husband do; if his wife wholeheartedly supported the indiscriminate felling of trees just to impart more free space to their land; whilst he on the other hand shed a billion tears of sorrow at even the tiniest snapping of a leaf? What should a husband do; if his wife wholesomely dictated her insane idiosyncrasies on their only child; threatening to leave him forever and go publicly to her parents house; if he dared to intervene with his suggestions for his very own heavenly offspring? What should a husband do; if his wife guffawed like the greatest of marauding demons; at every ardently heart-rendering tear drop that dribbled from his eye; for treacherously depraved humanity? What should a husband do; if his wife interminably preferred to read every bit of delirious balderdash written on this earth; whilst countless lines of poetry that he’d immortally dedicated and written for her; lay fretfully rotting and obsolete on his writing shelves? What should a husband do; if his wife unstoppably sermonized him to go to a flagrantly unceremonious mental asylum; whilst he all he ever attempted to do in his life; was to help her successfully accomplish every task of hers? What should a husband do; if his wife was severely prejudiced and his worst critic; salaciously excoriating the most inimitably priceless of his art to feckless totters; in her fits of preposterously manipulative practicality? What should a husband do; if his wife unsparingly teamed up with her parents; to demonstrate the epitome of cadaverous rudeness towards him; for every kind and humanitarian deed that he did? What should a husband do; if his wife felt that bearing his child was the greatest sin on the soil of this fathomless Universe; as it would satanically disproportion her body; integrity; identity and unabashed entity? What should a husband do; if his wife’s only mission

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was to squabble and thrash him with the mace of abhorrence; right from the first cry of dawn; for ostensibly not the slightest rhyme or reason? Should he Kill Her? Or Should he Kill Himself? Or Should he kill both? Or Should be Divorce Her? Or Should he remarry? Or should he keep his second wife alongwith Her? Or should he abandon all worldly pleasures and go to the peak of Everest to perpetually meditate? Well if I for one was in his shoes; then I wouldn’t do any of the above. Instead just accept all what was happening around me; as a part of my inevitably regretful destiny…..

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Find me a girl? Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your amazingly bohemian behavior; without the tiniest of slang or ostentation adorning your nakedly rustic demeanor? Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your vivaciously uninhibited spontaneity; without the most infinitesimal of shrewdness or malice tarnishing your soul? Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your timidly plaintive personality; without the most minuscule of brawn or dominance brilliantly shouldering your personality? Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for the scent of your righteously hard earned sweat; without the most inane trace of contemporary machismo radiating from your countenance? Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your unabashedly mischievous and uncut nails; without the most insipid tinge of suaveness beautifying your shadow? Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your vivaciously unpretentious laughter; without the most oblivious insinuation of restraint engulfing your form? Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your state of glaring nothingness; without the most infidel presence of the currency

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh note in entire of your destined existence? Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your open-heartedness-your devoting your entire life to humanity instead of praising her; without the most obfuscated tinge of manipulation in your stride? Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your wholesome renunciation of desire; without the most evanescent inferno of longing running through your intricate veins? Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your everlasting evolution of an infinite poetic forms; without the most ethereal ingredient of profit enshrouding your destiny lines? Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your maniacal faithfulness; without the most transient shades of partying; merry-making and socializing; circumscribing your existence? Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your spirit of tirelessly unflinching patriotism; without the most ephemeral innuendo of homeliness surrounding your silhouette? Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your untamed footprints; without the most feckless imagery of pragmatic worldly direction evoking your brain? Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for the immortal love throbbing in your heart; without the most orphaned trace of religion; nationality; caste; creed; ever associated with your persona? Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your insatiably uncurbed fantasies; without the most fugitive beam of earthly saneness; enveloping your identity? Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your honestly unrestricted tears; without the most invisible trace of contemporary sun-glasses stylishly sequestering your eyes? Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for the pricelessly insuperable humanity in your blood; without the most disappearing ounce of racially discriminating commercialism fortifying your bones? Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your inimitably unique and profound personality; without the most evaporating iota of spell-binding magic descending down your spine? Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your pristinely untainted breath; without the most vanishing firmament of state-of-the-art

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perfume wafting from the pores of your skin? Find me a girl in today’s world; who loves you solely for your perennially compassionate heartbeats; without the most threadbare whiff of stardom and cynosure revolving round your palms? And if you did in some impossible way or the other succeed in finding such a girl; then first and foremost prove it to me that she was actually an ordinary human being like everyone of us on this gigantic planet; and not the Omniscient Lord in disguise? _____________________________________________________________

Till the time we Lived…. To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would perpetuate each barren pore of your skin with so much exhilaration; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my ecstasy; even after I died, To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would tantalize your brain with so many fantasies of majestic creation; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my sensuality; even after I died, To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would rekindle your emptiness with so many fires of untamed virility; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my ardor; even after I died, To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would transform every defeat of yours into so many triumphs of infallible optimism; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my courage; even after I died, To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would enlighten your hapless eyes with so many shades of blazing fearlessness; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my valor; even after I died, To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would complete each unfinished line of your destiny with so many positive ramifications; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my fragrance; even after I died, To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would caress each bleeding cranny of your lips with so many befriending kisses; that you

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh would immortally exist with nothing else but my compassion; even after I died, To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would disentangle each miserably hackneyed sense of yours with so many mystical moments; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my bountifulness; even after I died, To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would impregnate each ingredient of your alien blood with so much royal oneness; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my humanity; even after I died, To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would permeate each chord of your monotonous eardrum with so many rhapsodic tunes; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my sweetness; even after I died, To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would heal each of your obsolete wounds with so many panaceas of companionship; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my intimacy; even after I died, To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would nurse each of your inexplicable wails with so many songs of mother nature; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my freshness; even after I died, To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would wipe each of your tears with so many flames of my desire; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my exuberance; even after I died, To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would guide each dwindling path of yours to so many corridors of magical utopia; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my inspiration; even after I died, To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would befriend your inconsolably amputated palms with so many handshakes; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my conviction; even after I died, To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would fortify each broken bone of yours with so many threads of redolent humanity; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my humility; even after I died, To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would ameliorate your shattered soul with so many colors of this vivacious Universe; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my versatility; even after I died, To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would reinvigorate your asphyxiated breath with so many winds of divinely creation; that you

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would immortally exist with nothing else but my enchantment; even after I died, And to die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would consecrate your betrayed heart with so many beats of perpetual faith; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my love; even after I died…

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Into the shoes of a true lover…. Does love mean; being extraordinarily possessive about your beloved; not leaving her even for an infinitesimal instant; from the ardently obsessive fixation of your sight? Does love mean; giving your beloved the freedom to pursue anything and everything she wants; although at times she might transgress the fine line of your poignant emotions and desire? Does love mean; overtly forgiving your beloved; even if she blatantly and obnoxiously pulverized the principles of existence; intermittently spat directly on the naked space of your face; at the tiniest of exasperation? Does love mean; inundating every conceivable skin pore of your beloved with so many kisses; that she could hardly feel any other sensation of the Universe on her nimble flesh? Does love mean; standing like a perpetually unflinching citadel abreast your beloved; knocking the last breaths out of any alien man; who dared to flirt with her? Does love mean; profusely kissing every footprint made by your amiable beloved; keep slavering upon obdurately cold ground; with your tongue fervently wagging and till the time that she walked? Does love mean; expecting your beloved to idolize none other than you; every unfurling instant of the day; and perceiving none other than your countenance all throughout the bewitchingly starless night? Does love mean; unthinkably putting every perceivable part of your body forward; to each vicious arrow that dared come the way of your beloved; sacrifice your life at the slightest innuendo of danger to her smiles? Does love mean; emaciating yourself to the most extreme levels of gruesome extinction; just in order to witness your beloved replenish even the most evanescent of her shadow; with all the richness of this planet? Does love mean; deriving fathomless happiness at witnessing your beloved flourish in her career and pursuits; whilst you abandoned everything so that the feeling of competition never arose; and to forever see her smile? Does love mean; unstoppably embracing your beloved in your invincibly vice like grip; from which there wasn't the tiniest of escape; for an

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh infinite more lifetimes? Does love mean; penning countless lines of immortal poetry on your majestic beloved; unrelentingly staring into the rustic whites of her eye; all day and in the ravishing stupefaction of the night? Does love mean; emulating even the most obsolete action of your beloved; going to the most painstakingly ridiculous heights in copying her bit by bit; and at the same time bearing with the laughter from the society outside? Does love mean; in all totality surrendering even the last droplet of blood in your veins; to the most ethereal command of your beloved; perpetually re-christening yourself as her soul-mate as well as chained slave? Does love mean; wholesomely obfuscating and shutting your ears to the outside world; romanticize till times immemorial in the voluptuous bosom of your beloved; even as the planet ghastily deteriorated and crumbled outside? Does love mean; prostrating forever at the feet of your sacrosanct beloved; considering them as the ultimate god; the ultimate heaven and hell on this globe; and for a boundless destinations beyond? Does love mean; timelessly kissing your beloved on her blissful lips; mollifying every bit of hunger and thirst in your ravenous body; by only savoring the compassionate sweetness of her redolent creation? Does love mean; letting each sensuous breath of your beloved; be the only oxygen for your penuriously asphyxiated lungs; as you royally embellished each naked arena of her flesh; with the untamed virility of your creation? Does love mean; forever and ever and ever bonding each beat of your passionate heart with your beloved; letting two bodies exist as an unconquerably fragrant 'one' for as long as the earth lived? Well. If I for one were to step into a true lover's shoes; then love for me would mean all of the above; impregnably implemented at some stage or the other; in the chapter of my mellifluously destined life…..

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An earnest prayer for every other husband on this earth…. Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the general condition of the environment around; and as every source of media proclaimed it to be on the ghastly brink of extinction, Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the brand new recipes that she'd voraciously browsed through; in every cook-book that she could lay her effervescent hands upon, Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the

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epidemic that'd taken sinister proportions in the society; the horrendously agonizing anecdotes of several in her invincibly close-knit kin, Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the overall weather being one of the most acrimonious in the country; and her plans to liberate at the fastest possible to a cherished utopian land, Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the current trends of fashion and opulence in the society; and how miserably divested was she of virtually everything on this vast planet, Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; how mad she perceived me to be-though I was glowing with hard-earned success; just because I'd tread on the path never ever taken before on this planet divine, Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; every move and decision that her revered parents took; at times going to unfathomable depths to solve any familial misunderstandings; whilst I sulked in raw sunshine, Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; what an indescribable revolution she would bring in the life of every divested soul alive; by impartially distributing the entire wealth of this planet to all alike, Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the gravely unsurpassable amounts of dirt that she'd most tenaciously extricated; from the most obsolete crannies of our already spic-span home, Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the inexhaustible myriad of soap operas-game shows-spell binding documentaries; which she'd watched in each spare moment of hers, Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the headlines; gossips; spiritual sayings which she'd read in every bookshop; as reading was one of her alltime favorite pastime, Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; all those established celebrities and luminaries; all those upon whom the media was extravagantly onto; silencing all in vicinity whilst listening to her favorite star interview, Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; every like and dislike of our kids; wanting them to accomplish only her unfinished dreams; as she considered every of my talents and works as disdainfully imbecile, Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; me

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh being a complete misanthrope and wretched misfit for the society; wholesomely lost and absorbed in my own poetically fantasizing musings, Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; my ruining every element of her otherwise victorious life; indescribably denigrating me to lifeless ash whilst comparing me to other husbands in her sight, Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; fossils; shells; and virtually every mystical and artificial carving on this Universe; going to painstaking depths to study the elaborate etymology of the same, Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; her father's once upon a time 9 to 9 unsparing life; the innumerable droplets of sweat that he'd shed to raise her; whilst all I knew in comparison was staring at insouciant bits of blue sky, Nineteen to the dozen and an infinite lines did she talk about; the stories that her friends; followers and well wishers had recounted to her; and how desperately did she want to make an enlightenment into every aspect of their bizarrely hapless and solitary lives, And whilst I appreciated and respected all her talk; O! how I wished and wished and wished; that atleast a line out of the infinite she spoke to me was asking me as to what I did in the entire day; asking me to recite the fervent lines of my poetry on all creations of the Lord; asking me as to how the rhythm of my tender heart felt? Anyways; though I knew it was virtually impossible for it to happen this way-- naturally and of her own accord in this life; I earnestly pray to you O! Omnipotent Lord; to make it happen in every other impoverished husband's life; so that unlike my sole urge to die this very instant out of sheer indifference; he feels more ardently than ever before; to be reborn again and again and again….

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MY SILENCE WILL SPEAK TO YOU… Never ever would I cause you the most inconspicuous of harm; if you preferred to relinquish every ounce of your life for a complete stranger; whilst neglecting me like a heap of fetid rubbish-in the farthest corner of the trash can, Never ever would I cause you the most invisible of harm; if you indulged in senseless gossip with your friends for hours immemorial; and then blaming time for not asking me how I lead my entire day, Never ever would I cause you the most deteriorating of harm; if you admired every insignificant achievement of your close kin; whilst treating each world record of mine as some orphaned jinx fallen from the sky, Never ever would I cause you the most baseless of harm; if you neatly clipped every piece of literature you'd read all day; whilst proclaiming the infinite lines of my poetry as just a disdainful squandering of time, Never ever would I cause you the most ethereal of harm; if you spuriously supported me for every weakness of mine; only to outrageously reveal the same to the world outside; blackmailing me for the tiniest loss of my temper, Never ever would I cause you the most floundering of harm; if you viciously abused and slapped me infront of my own blood; just because I'd fearlessly expressed my individualistic point of view in closed doors, Never ever would I cause you the most oblivious of harm; if you sanctimoniously entwined your arms in mine; and then cavorted for major part of life with the charismatic clinician of your choice-as I turned behind, Never ever would I cause you the most insipid of harm; if you blatantly declared each ounce of my passion for my favorite things in life; as insane madness of the highest degree, Never ever would I cause you the most limpid of harm; if you unsparingly ridiculed me for my gluttony when I was hungry; whereas you plucked countless living leaves of the tree time and again—for ostensibly no reason or rhyme, Never ever would I cause you the most infinitesimal of harm; if you started to snore like a boundless combined monsters; the instant I tried to uninhibitedly pour the past and present of my heart; beside

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh your collapsing stride, Never ever would I cause you the most forgetful of harm; if you ignominiously slandered the way I solely listened to my heart and got bankrupt; whilst you assimilated coin over perspiring coin—were an ardent fan of every astute brain who went on to built an emotionless empire, Never ever would I cause you the most languid of harm; if you diabolically retaliated as if to wholesomely behead me; to just a spurt of my anger which only went to show I was human and not God, Never ever would I cause you the most frigid of harm; if you laughed louder than the planet outside on each of my follies; showing me the sadistic shade of the devil whilst staying close to my breath all my life, Never ever would I cause you the most obsolete of harm; if you continued to sleep as the thieves came in and made merry; and then rebuked me for being a coward and not confronting them—thought I was at a distant place that time, Never ever would I cause you the most non-existent of harm; if you inexhaustibly hummed praises of your close kin though they discarded you; whilst I was the one who came running to the faintest of your cries, Never ever would I cause you the most disappearing of harm; if you clapped for the very politicians who sat on power thrones; whose foundations gorily rested on innocent blood of my pristine brothers, sisters and benign kin, Never ever would I cause you the most insouciant of harm; if you cursed me from the innermost ingredients of your blood to die each instant of my destined life—only because I opposed you and your conventionally tyrannical society for lighting venomous crackers to greet and appease the Gods, Never ever would I cause you the most evanescent of harm; if you tied the nuptial knot with me solely to get a handsome roof to live under---and thereby absolve your kin from the excruciating agonies of an added existence, Nevertheless wife. Though I would never ever harm even the most mercurial hair on your skin in any manner whatsoever—but for every painful beat of my heart that you were responsible--- My silence will speak to you….

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REDDER THAN THE REDDEST OF ROSE—MY VALENTINE…. Redder than the reddest of rose was your ecstatically silken shadow; sensuously engulfed under the unparalleled flaming rays of Sun—as you gleefully scampered up the mystically barren cliff, Redder than the reddest of rose were your voluptuously scarlet lips; profusely coated with mischievous shades of dancing scarlet; as you painstakingly devoured each ounce of the betel leaf; bit by tantalizing bit, Redder than the reddest of rose were your bountifully robust palms; as you grazed them uninhibitedly against every strand that spawned from soil; in your unceasing gestures of embracing all exhilaration on the planet, Redder than the reddest of rose was your dainty forehead; as you passionately knelt it for several hours against plaintive floor; in your invincible obeisance to the Omnipotent Almighty Lord, Redder than the reddest of rose were your daintily gratifying feet; as you jubilantly dug them in and out of chunks of rustic mud; that was compassionately heavenly after the first thundershowers this season, Redder than the reddest of rose were your seductively undefeated cheeks; as you blushed more naively than the first rays of dawn; perceiving the prince charming of your blissful life with surreal stars in your eyes, Redder than the reddest of rose were your nectar laden fingers; as you weaved them more zealously than ever before in oceans of myriad color; suddenly illuminating white canvas with the boundless enigmas of your soul, Redder than the reddest of rose was your perpetually benign blood; which graciously embraced the religion of humanity at every step you tread; in each of its unflinchingly everlasting ingredient, Redder than the reddest of rose were your ebulliently shimmering nails; as you inexhaustibly gnawed at them in a child like innocence; whilst pondering over the infinite unsolved mysteries of this fathomless Universe, Redder than the reddest of rose were your astoundingly curious ears; instantaneously rising to the hilt of heaven to the tiniest of appreciation and then burying themselves under countless feet of soil—at sarcasm as it humanely came, Redder than the reddest of rose was your affably poignant bosom; heaving and falling like the pristine ebbs and tides of the great

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh majestic sea; as each current of the eclectically fickle wind caressed it with new-found electricity, Redder than the reddest of rose were your regally titillating eyelashes; as you let them unabashedly absorb the most fervent streaks of lightening as well as nimble sunset; with indescribable stunning panache, Redder than the reddest of rose were your royally galloping legs; as you ran far beyond the horizons of sunset to shake hands with the utterly unknown; pumping raw exhilaration at every step that you dared tread, Redder than the reddest of rose was your implacably nubile skin; metamorphosing into a fantastic crimson with each scorching draught of the summer wind and as the freezing breeze of winter bit in with all its fury, Redder than the reddest of rose was your artistically charmed nose; as you nuzzled it across every gregarious tree stalk in vicinity; exploring your rudiments of a countless inscrutable lifetimes, Redder than the reddest of rose were your ravishingly swaying hair; cascading till well below your hips in an inimitable glory of their own; resembling a simmering ravine of half-baked emotions as the rainbow appeared in the sky, Redder than the reddest of rose was your magically mollifying nape; as you rolled on a bed of natural thorns time and again to explore your whacky side; with the moonless night as your sole savior, Redder than the reddest of rose was your eternally sacrosanct womb; which had the power of to start the process of all blessedly rubicund creation; with the orders of the Omniscient Allmighty Lord, Therefore who needs an incoherently lifeless rose to celebrate "Valentines Day"----Instead; every beautiful soul out there on the planet--redder than the reddest of rose; will you be my companion for life and beyond--this Valentine…

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IF THERE WAS ANYTHING THAT COULD BITE A MAN Not the deadliest sting of the venomously dancing scorpion; perpetually waiting to crawl on naked skin and pierce its hindside deep down into streams of innocuous scarlet blood, Not even the menacingly insatiable army of ants; ardently dreaming of nothing else but triggering a volcano of unbearable redness; as they stealthily clambered upon the most invisible patches of skin, Not even the most savagely gleaming knives; who yearned to sadistically chop anything and everything in vicinity; into a trillion pieces of livid meaninglessness, Not even the most despairingly morose dungeons; who wanted to devour every conceivable source of life in the blooming atmosphere; forever into a graveyard of demonic blackness, Not even the most ominously parasitic leeches; who started to hideously slither as if starved since a thousand centuries; at sighting the most orphaned droplet of blood splattered on the grave, Not even the most invidiously smoldering embers of the bonfire; whose sole mission in life was to burn every trespassing soul to an unrecognizable death; a most perfect vindication for their dreadfully miserly state of now, Not even the most incapacitated of oblivious rusty iron nails; who knew they could cause many an inexplicably traumatizing disease; apart from a corpse of woeful blood; once they pugnaciously stung, Not even the most perilously sinister sheets of sinking mud; who wretchedly suckled you to the rock bottom of incarcerated darkness; with an ease as inanimate as a ghost passing unscathed through the wall, Not even the most forlornly thwarting silence; a web of preposterously crucifying loneliness trying its best to trap every life of bustling energy; only to be eaten by the spiders of hell, Not even the gullibly hissing snakes; whose singleton kiss of the lips on pristine life; led to the most irrevocably silencing mortuaries of death; an agonizing extinction which brutally paralyzed all existence, Not even the most tyrannical wells of unending sarcasm; which plagued every creatively brilliant spark that rose from the mind and soul; with the devil's altar of jinxed negativity, Not even the most disdainfully lethal smokescreens of adulteration; which yearned every unveiling instant to usurp everyone on earth; in

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You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh their murderously cancerous swirl, Not even the most abysmal gorge of hopeless desperation; which perpetuated every sane entity on the trajectory of the planet; to become a maniac who asymmetrically plundered for raw flesh and blood, Not even the most dreadfully conniving satans of hell; who devised endless insidious ways and means to torture you after you died; and were sent to their custody in your fecklessly frigid after life, Not even the most despondently amorphous walls of monotony; which unsparingly marauded every infinitesimal ounce of newness around with carcasses of penalizing routine, Not even the most heartless cauldrons with meat butchered into a zillion pieces; where the most priceless of emotions were hacked to the most indescribably torturous death; shockingly alive, Not even the most ominously wailing streams of blistering lava; launching an assault of an unimaginably distorted and instant death; as it fervently prayed for the very first living step to transgress its way, Not even most ghoulishly jangling skeletons of nothingness; whose sole purpose lay in scaring the daylights of optimism from the innermost realms of your soul; make you one of their own even in the pinnacle of your robust life, But if there was anything that could indeed bite a Man till beyond an infinite of his lives and deaths---Then it was only the infidelity of the woman whom he'd given his heart; the woman whom he truly loved…

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