Poetry - Love Poet Nikhil Parekh

triumphant tumbler

2011-03-05T14:57:00.001+05:30

truly adored its innocuous silhouette as it beautifully floated in near vicinity in the majestically cemented tub ; without the tiniest of apprehension or disdainful malice ,

was fantastically touched by its magnanimous and efficacious cost free service ; as it befriended people of all religion ; caste ; creed ; tribe with altruistically unparalleled aplomb ,

admired its inimitably uncelebrated identity amidst a plethora of myriad contraptions ; gaudy towel ; aristocratically embroidered cloth ; ravishing shampoo ; fanciful broom; opulent jewelry strewn haphazardly around - as it overtook them in terms of its quintessential and astounding utility ,

praised its rustically simpleton yet unbelievably tenacious demeanor ; as it fearlessly served its master to cleanse the most sordidly fetid pores of his body - irrespective of the abominably dirty gutter pipe that deposited its decayed garbage just alongside ,

tried my earnest best to grandiloquently beautify its ingredients of simplicity and impeccable charisma via poetry ; so that it relished its handsomely cherished position at the world centerstage and adulatory celebrityhood ,

veritably enamored ; when the ecstatically versatile artist filled it with gargantuan proportions of paint and triumphant color - and then dipped paintbrush into its wonderfully replenishing interiors - to glorify the barrenness of the canvas with the colors of unfettered optimism,

honored - as its mere presence was a compassionately comforting factor amidst the bizarre solitariness of the forlorn walls ; with not a person around in vicinity as the night exuberantly galloped towards early dawn ,

saluted its altruistically victorious streak - wherein it so gorgeously nourished the recipient using it ; and irrefutably ensured a profoundly fresh start to withstand the devastatingly torrid rat race for survival ,

joyfully caressed its fabulously roughened exteriors which delectably lead the way to a protuberant handle - that I took the liberty of efficaciously placing upon the artistically extruding nail from the door ,

positively deliberated upon its superbly reinvigorating benefits ; silencing critics who wanted it dismissed from the abode instantaneously ; on the spurious pretext of it dirtying the otherwise lavishly contemporary and royal ambiance ,

unabashedly attracted towards its immaculately white and pearly complexion ; which triggered me to rush from my seat and uninhibitedly embrace its philanthropic form ; accept it in the wonderful fabric of camaraderie ; as my friend ,

used it as a robustly firm support to stand up to my full and humble height ; after I had collapsed in a dismally disheveled heap ; accidentally treading upon the stealthily orphaned banana skin strewn on the floor ,

acquired it from the pallidly stagnating marketshelf and then pampered and scrubbed it with sensuously soft sponge ; before it pompously adorned the tantalizingly dainty ledge beside the lavatory seat ,

put my fists deep into its unpretentiously cozy recesses amidst the frozen chill that had descended around ; impromptu - that gave me solace and meaningful substance to fantasize; dance ; gallop and philosophize for goodness ,

informally stored paraphernalia of various sizes and proportions in its robustly glorious hollowness ; where they were safe and handsomely protected from the acrimoniously venomous pollution that vehicles were responsible for ; outside ,

consumed my juice ; milk ; lunch and dinner in it - when pugnaciously terrorizing war lambasted the fabric of truthfully inspired existence and the savage missiles fired didn’t provide an opportunity for mesmerizing family meal ,

savored its incredulous use – when the man on the street spontaneously penned his myriad of righteous thoughts upon its jaggedly princely periphery ; in absence of that sheet of paper that was obviously thrown into wilderness ,

but I fell in love with the Tumbler when I dipped into the pail - filled it with water and then let the jubilantly exhilarating and mortal elixir cascade down my impoverished and unkempt form - making me wholesomely oblivious to the delinquently stabbing loneliness ; around .

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earnest hanger

2011-03-02T17:39:00.000+05:30

Lifeless chunks of grey metal adroitly sculptured to form a delectably curved hook at the absolute end ; that imperiously dominated the fabric of emptiness ,

altruistically hosting the cumbersome weight of clothes of myriad shapes ; proportions ; textures ; and exhilarating embroidery - with mesmerizing aplomb and without the tiniest of respite ,

a lucky mascot for some humans as they meticulously carried it on plethora of their overseas trips and fantabulous expeditions ; neatly tucked in their snobbishly corporate travel cases - where it majestically crafted the outlines of their designer suits and somber trouser,

a harmlessly joyous toy for children of different caste ; creed ; color and tribe - as they exuberantly hoisted and galloped with it - feeling compassionate and safe with it tightly clenched in their dexterously nimble palms ,

nestled silent and demure in some dilapidated corner of the cupboard ; wholesomely neglected - and then all of a sudden escalating as the most cherished celebrity - when the owner was in a hurricane of a rush to beautifully stack his clothes away and retire for the day ,

enabling that wondrously replenishing contentment to a lavish wardrobe ; which would be terribly incomplete without it ; as it had its own inimitable silhouette amidst a motley array of cloth ; drawers ; shelves ; handles ; paper ; paint and mosquito ,

serving as the most precocious substitute for a missing stick when its master most needed it - to tackle the notorious thieves that had barged in impromptu into the silken interiors of the house ; brutally distorting and shattering the safety grill ,

the unparalleled darling of shopping malls of incredulous varieties and proportions - where it rather pompously protruded in its full and unabashed glory from the rustic wall of the trial changing room ,

gregarious in disposition as it virtually and veritably adapted garment of any texture with all their fancifully embodied accessories - wonderfully acclimatizing to the weather prevailing upon any continent of planet earth ,

not exactly an artists or poet's marvel to gorgeously fantasize about and tantalizingly crave for - but yet a quintessential item of utility for goodness - fabulously pampering a human's most intricately exquisite clothes ,

an astounding exemplification of unfettered camaraderie between humans of different religions and richness - as it never discriminated even an insouciant trifle whilst accomodating the mesmerizing robes of the princes and queens - or the disdainfully fetid rags of the beggar on the street ; in miserably threadbare shambles and deplorably tattered ,

magnificently substituting as the most handsomely delectable pulley to extricate new born babies ; who had accidentally tumbled into the bottom of the listless pit originally meant to store salubrious food grain for the impoverished family ,

an unbelievably stupendous geometrical combination of a rectangle and a triangle juxtaposed harmoniously together - the ramification of which ; led to an object of amazingly ravishing utility and convivial charisma ,

a beautifully philanthropic marvel who selflessly served persons of various ages and professions without expecting any kudos - at occasions even lambasted for nothing - as man wretchedly vented his frustration upon its fearless demeanor ,

triumphantly majestic and romantically contemporary - as it inhabited the most pristine environs of the garlanded castle - and was also ironically the most orphaned chunk of steel on the solitary rods of the versatile marketplace ,

a daintily privileged accompaniment that arrived alongwith the marvelously voluptuous dresses that true lovers gave each other ; and then skillfully assisted them to assemble their variety of aristocratic paraphernalia ,

stunningly used to stir spectacular assortments of various foods in the bohemian pan ; resulting in rhapsodic victory of scrumptiously enriching meal prepared and unadulterated fun ,

used by people to strengthen their arms ; as they stretched its differently sculptured top and bottom ends in as far opposite directions as feasible in their mortal capacity ; and then felt their muscles fantastically reinvigorated ,

was the earnest hanger .

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simplistic quilt

2011-01-09T14:57:00.000+05:30

Amidst the freezing chill that descended impromptu upon the planet ; as human being stacked himself with woolens of myriad shapes and proportions and yet groaned in indecipherable disdain ,

amidst the pathetically abysmal solitariness of the night ; where unabashed wolves majestically philandered and danced ; before vindictively hunting for the meat of their nocturnal prowl ,

amidst the cacophonic sound of motorized traffic which was interspersed with pugnacious smoke ; meaningless horn ; impetuous youngsters hurling abuse as they overtook innocuous pedestrians - lambasting the spirit of their freshly acquired adulthood ,

amidst the unruly heaps of garbage piled rampantly on the streets ; carried intermittently by the storm to a multitude of corners of the society ; culminating into obnoxiously rotten frigidity ,

amidst the savagely acrimonious and commercial establishment of offices - where plethora of cash transactions were executed ; without due respect to the integrity of an earnest human and his ideals of philanthropic goodness ,

amidst the ruthlessly indiscriminate felling of enamoring trees - which builders undertook surreptitiously after dusk had fallen ; to articulately evade public fury and yet construct their fancifully towering edifices - of nonchalantly dead mortar and concrete ,

amidst the scuffles and squabbles that sporadically plagued living beings - as they deliberately found fault with each other ; even as marvelous romance could easily have been the flavor to uninhibitedly cherish and relish ,

amidst the abominably hostile firing of missiles and declaration of terrorizing war - which nations on different sides of the border indulged into - in a worthless display of feckless might and power - instead of rejoicing in the religion of humanity ,

amidst the treacherously salacious rat race to achieve unchallengeable success - trespassing and massacring the closest of blood relations including parents - incase their set of benevolent ideals impeded the path even an insouciant trifle,

amidst deplorably parasitic political practices ; where it didn't matter the slightest as to which party came to power - since none of them responded to the voice of the impoverished citizen - the same common man who'd triumphantly elected them ,

amidst the dreadfully hideous paucity of quintessential amenities like food grain and fruit ; which had ridiculously manifested due to inflation and dastardly corruption - even as the soil yielded its absolute best ,

amidst the lugubriously stretched spurious parties that flowed with venomous cigarette smoke and sinful liquor - with the corporate pedigree of the society flaunting the most expensive showrooms of different designer revelry - whilst the orphan , maimed , wounded and famished slavered without a roof on their scalp ,

amidst the today's teacher who unnecessarily loaded the talented child with ominously large assignments - in frivolous attempt to improve the reputation of the best academically oriented school in town ,

amidst the fiercely savage growl of the panther which had escaped the forest since that had more human than animals - in its quest for finding a new symbiotic habitat ; gloriously unfettered ,

amidst the preposterously fetid gutter that had developed cracks in the trajectory of its pipe - from which crawled out ants and worms of every conceivable and incongruous shape ; to irascibly creep into the beautiful serenity of the magnificently embellished dwelling ,

amidst the ludicrously artificial formality that members of different households followed at occasions - sonorously holding hands like the most cultured entities of this planet seated beside each other - but actually wanting to slap in their envious animosity ; soon after ,

amidst the tempestuously scorching lava that rolled down at lightening speeds from the volcanic mountain - having the tenacious potential of charring near and surrounding vicinity to sheer and dismal nothingness ,

amidst the parched land of the wholesomely evaporated lake that had become so ; as officials had extricated it completely to erect the most spectacularly royal complex ; fostering all fraternities of contemporary sport ,

If I found solace and peace inside a mesmerizing object ; then it was my delightfully cozy and simplistic quilt .

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Dehradun and Mussoorie ( India ) .

2010-11-17T19:03:00.001+05:30

A garland of formidably handsome mountains ; royally decked up in beautifully unparalleled tufts of emerald green vegetation ,

Dense and astoundingly profound clusters of clouds floating in unfettered abandon ; kissing the farthermost epitomes of the hills with untold stories of enamoring benevolence ,

Delightfully robust creeks weaving their way in an unabashed freshness through the rocky swirl; as they eventually melanged with sobriety atthe rock bottom of the river bed ,

Tantalizing waterfalls of immaculate white froth cascading majestically into a mist triumphant optimism ; that thoroughly charmed the spirit of a commercially depraved and impoverished existence ,

Exuberant and curved lanes through the gigantic slopes that rhapsodically led a beleaguered traveler to one of his most cherished destinations ; in an adventure towards exhilarating righteousness ,

Fiercely mischievous monkeys gnawing at fruits of myriad shapes and proportions – feasting at those occasional succulent crumbs hurled by children – without giving a trifle damn to vehicles that whizzed past at whirlwind speeds ,

Sporadic thunderstorms accompanied with indomitably passionate streaks of silver lightening ; that triggered unmatched infernos of desire through the solitariness of untainted valley ,

An instantaneous spell of torrential rain whilst sipping marvelous hot tea in the garden ; which to the utter and incredulous amazement yielded impeccable white pearls of the seasons virgin snow,

An entire Herculean maze of tall trees that constituted the royal approach to the spectacular city; an entrenchment so thickly foliated; that it was here that wildlife existed to its unhesitatingly glorious best ,

An unprecedented chill in the atmosphere as the night romantically descended in the pristine gorge ; and the woolens which had become so obsolete in the sweltering city now snatched impromptu from the innermost corners of the suitcase,

Unbelievably tall peaks clad in frosty coats of ice ; looming large and phlegmatically into the distant horizons as the car entered and swerved sharply towards the last motorable patch on the
extraordinarily tenacious rock ,

A gloriously golden dawn which brought alongwith it an optimistic desire to excel for the cause of goodness and truth - as the invincible fireball of Sun brilliantly empowered the surface of earth
with the light of love and friendship,

Gregarious grass buds sensuously draped in dew ; with frogs joyously scampering through the plush lawns – as nimble feet indisputably relished their compassionate stroll on the ground after ages ; early morning ,

Tourists flocking from different parts of the globe ; at their vibrantly colorful best ; cherishing the verdant landscapes and that steeped to incomprehensibly surreal heights – ultimately ending into bits of ebullient open space,

A veritable treat for true lovers who philandered and flirted in compassionate desire ; on a land which was replete with sumptuously ecstatic adventure and a serenity that befitted perfect camaraderie ,

Poets , writers - described the town’s imperious beauty in verses, essays, that stupendously enthralled - and artists ; sculptors ; delivered their fantabulous best - amidst the awe-inspiring natural environment which mollified the tiniest of apprehension,

A panoramically adorable facilitator of peace – making the most spitefully vengeful wholesomely shunt war and abominable hatred – embrace the fellow living being in the essence of true brotherhood ,

The palatial house of my wonderfully impressive grandparents where I spent some of the most victorious moment of my childhood – without worrying or contemplating an ounce on the vagaries of the pompously spurious society,

I salute my revered and sacrosanct birthplace – ‘ Dehradun ’ and the imposingly towering queen hills of Mussorrie .

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Watermelon .

2010-10-17T22:18:00.001+05:30

A delightfully rounded ball of wondrous green exterior ; that rolled with unparalleled fervor upon any frictionless surface ; with the tiniest of thrust ,

A shell so spectacularly enamoring and impeccable ; that it left even the most charmed of maidens to envy with its smooth periphery and robustly exuberant texture ,

Fecund brown seeds adorning it unabashedly in the inside ; disseminating fresh hope for existence if they were planted in unassailably bountiful earth ,

Royally salubrious aroma drifting from its succulent demeanor ; mesmerizing people of all religions, caste, creed and color with the profound charm of a fulfilled existence - which thrilled in myriad proportions ,

Sporadically , a rejuvenating substitute for a nonchalantly mundane pillow ; as you cuddled it up close to your ears ; wrapping it with jagged pieces of cloth asymmetrically strewn around ; as if for transient support ,

A beautifully convivial ball of smoothness ; magnificently illustrated as kids kissed it and nudged it with their chin - then ran around with a squeal of bewilderment as it reached the other corner of the house ; rollicking on the floor within lightening seconds of time ,

A marvelously tantalizing delicacy served to befit a crowned prince - mollifying you with motley fantasies of good grace as you snuggled in the royal armchair without the tiniest of apprehension on the glorious roof top terrace ,

Profoundly ecstatic sponge of majestic red embodied within ; incredibly enthralling and bringing about a cheer to the wisps of lackadaisical disenchantment , in the impoverished existence of a human being ,

A fantabulously satisfying meal at occasions for the penniless pocket ; in the absence of that quintessential platter blended with myriad spices and some of the most charismatic delicacies of the seasonal celebration ,

A fabulously intriguing topic of intelligent discussion - as elders of the family expounded upon its plethora of amazing health benefits - for the younger generation to assimilate and incorporate at various stages of their life ,

Resembled a big zero ; but harmoniously providing the fabric of humanity a wondrous opportunity to relish one of the most sumptuously delicious and gorgeously sweet ; fruit on this earth ,

The most perfectly robust fruit on mortal earth to be squelched into liquid form ; thereby rendering the opulently carved glass with the finesse of ebulliently scarlet juice ,

One of the heaviest things to exasperatingly carry under the dynamically triumphant afternoon Sun - but an adorable darling to the taste - as a person absolved even the tiniest trace of his apprehension after consuming its natural richness ,

An earnest favorite in the appetizingly varied menu list of the most stellar restaurants and found scribbled with bohemian chalk on the wall of the neighborhood highway cafeteria - with individuals cutting across barriers of caste and color ; whilst savoring its ravishingly enchanting flavor ,

A proud inhabitant found with predominant contingency in the deeper recesses of the refrigerator ; peacefully nestled amongst an array of other vegetable ; salad ; cream ; sauce ; pizza and chocolate - but enjoying its its own inimitably imposing presence and preference as the hands affably reached out for it first ; after the successful completion of a meal ,

Written about with aplomb ; in poetry and prose by bestseller authors and those in their nascent stages of penning something substantial ; praising its astoundingly simpleton demeanor ; which empowers the living race towards unbiased friendship ,

A privilege for talented artists to incorporate within their paintings of the unfettered forest , depicting the trajectory of the earth on barren canvas - in its multitudes of hues and color ; with one of the largest of princely fruits occupying heroic center stage ,

One of the most adulated fruits at the vendor's imperiously embellished establishment ,

Was the relished watermelon .

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Good thoughts need to be rightly implemented .

2010-09-30T11:41:00.001+05:30

For them to blossom into fields of uninhibited prosperity ; as the mid-day Sun flamboyantly shone and royally enriched dreary patches of moroseness and malice ,

For them to permeate the planet with earnest feelings of nicety and humanitarian friendship ; bonding the multi - cultural fabric of existence under one roof ; into the religion of invincibly bountiful humanity ,

For them to make the human kind more amicable towards each other ; optimistically endeavoring to delete the fangs of hostility and disseminate compassionate brotherhood ,

For them to clamber the ladder of benevolent success ; sow the seed of philanthropy which would eventually grow up to flower into the fruit of a tomorrow effusively sprinkled with love,

For them to wondrously assimilate the true potential from an eclectically varied group of individuals ; who had the inimitable power to evolve their own unduplicated forms of spell-binding creativity ,

For them to empower people to collectively work in their mortal capacities to bring about a renaissance in the deplorable administration ; so that humans replenished the privileges of an honestly inspired existence ; alongwith their counterpart mate across the fence ; at the other side ,

For them to witness the spectacularly original inventions of constructive science shape fresh dimensions of triumph ; a sweetness that was unparalleled amongst mortals for the betterment of earth and its marvelously beautiful living beings ,

For them to uncannily bewilder the most seasoned campaigner in his / her respective field ; with the unabashed artistry of imagination that handsomely embedded barren canvas with truthful colors of victory ,

For them to uninhibitedly carve a distinguished path in the chapter of existence ; witness it garlanded and felicitated with the highest honors of the civilian world ; for its jubilant contribution to various spheres of ingenious society ,

For them to eradicate grotesquely penalizing methods of anarchy ; bring about the onset of enthralling democracy where the most deservingly sincere representatives were chosen by the spirit of unbridled camaraderie and the right to fearlessly vote ,

For them to craft some of the most astonishingly unchallengeable success stories in the ordinary household chores that women execute ; those anecdotes which became mesmerizing as they were nourished with selflessness and unbiased commitment ,

For them to try their charismatic best to change parental perception towards their children ; treat them as one of tomorrow's best humanitarian gift ; replete with the power to fantasize correctness and unleash into stupefying artistry - rather than obnoxiously subjecting them with the unceremonious pressure of having the best study grades in school ,

For them to alleviate the common man's woes due to shoddily gruesome loopholes in the system of governance and jurisdiction - devising innovative schemes to make the man on the street heard for the causes he passionately supports ,

For them to enlighten kids in the most obsolete rural areas with the power of education ; reach sacredly motivational textbooks in their poignant tender palms - which sadly held grisly haired broomsticks and dustpans ; instead ,

For them to compose books of poetry or prose which supported and brought to the fore a plethora of fascinating humanitarian causes - some of the titles which further went ahead to win the most coveted privilege for literature - the Nobel Prize ,

For them to campaign for saving trees and thereby the majestic environment ; exhorting people of all ages and religions to come forward and plant multitudes of different saplings ; to convivially exist thereby - in an unfettered environment of freshness and vitality,

For them to solemnly resolve sordidly lambasting war and terrorism ; initiate talks of peace between acrimoniously fighting enemies with the balm of friendship , love , goodwill and brotherhood ,

For them to bond into threads of fortuitously mollifying matrimony - relish the tantalizingly beautiful moments of life as they unfurled ; and handsomely embrace the fabric of joyous victory ,

Your good thoughts need to be rightly implemented .

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Love Poem - Because she had made my food with Love .

2010-08-18T00:32:00.000+05:30

It definitely wasn't because of the tantalizingly appetizing aroma that graciously wafted through mundane wisps of nothingness - fomenting a new found hunger to greedily gobble till the very last non - existent bit ,

It irrefutably wasn't because of the ravishingly royal appearance that engulfed it with a princely charm to swoon for - the succulent layers of nutrition that made the tongue salivate longingly in anticipation of the tiniest of contact ,

It intransigently wasn't because of the fact that the day had been overwhelmingly exhausted and famished - prompting an ecstatic push for the dining table as soon as the footsteps reached the threshold of gregariously sweet home ,

It dogmatically wasn't because of the sumptuous fillings of delicately dribbling curry that painstakingly cascaded from the main course - suddenly empowering the desire to symbiotically exist with counterpart man on earth ,

It irretrievably wasn't because of the multitude of culinary embellishments that adorned its periphery - making it resemble a platter served in the choicest of castles and to the most magnificently invincible of Kings and Queens on planet earth ,

It certainly wasn't because it triggered an optimistically artistic desire of sketching unparalleled beauty around you - with its lavishly grand helpings sensitively strewn and blended raw with rustic fruit ,

It intractably wasn't because of its astoundingly rich nutritious value highly recommended by the best in their respective fields - that could wonderfully replenish and gorgeously harness the deteriorating bones of aged existence ,

It truly wasn't because its enamoring recipe had won virtually every conceivable International award and felicitation - before pompously filling in the barren recesses of the famished plates laid rather nonchalantly on the dinner table ,

It irrevocably wasn't because of hype and mystery enshrouding it that had culminated perseveringly as the day had unveiled - with inconspicuous tid - bits and chatter from family members of what was in store for supper adding exorbitantly to the already charged up atmosphere ,

It earnestly wasn't because it had thrown monotonous strictness out of the window - as the most sonorously disciplined of adults - ravenously indulged into tearing it apart into minuscule pieces of digestion - before eventually swallowing it with unabashed glee ,

It simply wasn't because it profoundly inspired you to become a poet - interweave and embody verse of the highest perceivable imagination in praise of its compassionate aura ;dainty structure ; texture and transiently adorable charm ,

It sagaciously wasn't because of the impromptu occasion that transpired because of it being gloriously laid - as members of the family rejoiced and reveled in each other's company sitting across the table - as the night unfurled in its majestically voluptuous color ,

It obstinately wasn't because of the uninhibited feast that it provided to fantasizing entities around - as they experienced sheer tranquility after having consumed it - pacifying the most ethereal of their apprehensions with the enrichment of taste ,

It solidly wasn't because of the spectacular vitality that it permeated the lividly exasperated body with - the same physical form which had decayed into a disheveled heap a little while ago - out of sheer agony and hunger triggered by the parasitic meanness of the mortal world ,

It undoubtedly wasn't because of the goodwill and extraordinary hospitality that it successfully generated - even as the uncalled for neighborhood urchins were fantastically drawn towards it and ate it ; as if there wasn't going to be a meal in near future ,

It incorrigibly wasn't because of the flattery and the untainted adoration that diligently admired my hard work - to be able to earn such a succulent princely spread of eatery at the fag end of the assiduously hard earned day ,

It promisingly wasn't because of that contented handshake that came from the other side as soon as the meal got over - rendering me in indescribable rhapsody as all measly past differences with my friend were now resolved - and this is exactly what a thoroughly reinvigorating meal had the power to do ,

It really wasn't because it was a part of that sporadic celebration that happened in moment of joyous triumph - bringing distant family and outsiders irrespective of caste , creed , color and tribe - to relish the marvelously salubrious chunks of home cooked delicacy ,

But I merrily had it , relished it , romanticized about it , savored it to absolute glory - because she had made my food with love .

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My daugther's fascinating pillow .

2010-07-08T01:20:00.002+05:30

She hugged it tight to her adorably tiny chest - as fierce thunderstorms and lightening announced the onset of the profoundly vivacious monsoon,

She carried it like the most invincibly cherished of her toys - fantastically bemused by its spongy texture and compassionate friendship - kissing its rotund periphery with her nimble lips,

She unabashedly chided it for being transiently lost - as she found it after an excruciating search from amongst her plethora of toys of multitudinal shapes and fraternities - immediately hiding it in her cup-board - so that none could inadvertently venture it out again,

She cuddled close to it like it was the best of her friends - joyously assimilating her daily dose of several varied colorful cartoon characters and films - alongwith her favorite platter of wondrously tantalizing snacks ; ofcourse ,

She uninhibitedly tossed it high up in the air and then darted at electric speeds to catch it safely in her impeccably dainty arms ; at times also allowing it have a free fall and then burst into laughter as it timidly bounced,

She used it as one of her most creative hotspot's - scribbling and embodying its surface with every conceivable graffiti that her innocuous brain could conceive - letting her ingenious kid fingers vividly sketch upon it with color; paint; gratitude and inimitable charm,

She sporadically involved it in her impetuously playful fights - hurling it an incongruous left ; right and center to differentiate her own little toy territory in her room from the rest ; eventually collapsing on the floor in sheer and exuberant exhaustion ,

She proudly brandished it criss-crossed in open space - as if she was a fearless soldier marching towards the corridors of victory - her very own fantasy triumph which was amiably frolicking with her parents and savoring her reinvigorating dollops of lime candy ice - cream ; towards the end of the blissful day ,

She mischievously patted it with all her minuscule might - to tease her pet dog as he patiently knelt on his hind legs as a mark of distinguished respect to her - and then she caressed him on his convivial ears and merrily gallivanted of to play with him on the open terrace ,

She nonchalantly kicked it to express her frustration as the electricity went out - more so ; since she knew that neither would it experience even the most insouciant of pain - nor would she harm herself in anyway ,

She used it as her most unfettered and darling punching bag - childishly pummeling those prized fists of hers into royal cotton fabric - as she relished her earthly freedom to its natural and unfettered best ,

She intermittently took it alongwith her in the car - as she leaned her full weight upon it to perch like a princess and fantasize goodness - as the vehicle majestically sped through the wilderness of the intrepid streets ; interspersed with motley traffic ,

She made it the most fantabulously decorated roof of her playhouse - with the walls made of rustic straw, stick, lace, plastic, cap, paper and whatever worthily intriguing object that she could lay her hands upon - as she entered her thrilling abode with her impeccably loved friend,

She sank deep within its cozily empowering recesses when tired after the evening's play - and then beautifully shrugged herself to complete her school work with utmost sincerity - greet the new tomorrow with philanthropy and astounding creativity,

She deliberately plucked at its stitching and ripped apart its cover to threadbare junk - to roll upon it ; in its gloriously bohemian baldness - and then beautify it with a richly embroidered cloth of her very own stellar choice ,

She narrated her different stories about her experience with it with mortally unmatched aplomb - which could almost be published as a book by some of the best publishers in the world ; as she happily jostled on the tree on the absolute edge of the magnificently plush lawn ,

She languished in its unparalleled serenity in her moments of silence - then came up with some of the most comic anecdotes of her trysts with existence - spontaneously rushing to hug those cherished to her as she felt earnestly versatile ,

I , her father, simply adored her benevolent feelings towards it ,

But she, my cute daughter, truly loved her fascinating Pillow .

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Love Poetry - Poem for true romance - She really loved you .

2010-06-07T21:41:00.002+05:30

She irrefutably loved it when you lavishly admired her toes ; adroitly fitted them with the most tantalizingly silver amulets – that lent sensuous charm to her impoverished existence,

She unbelievably loved it when you gently held her palms – eclectically traced her destiny lines on her velvety skin – added unparalleled meaning to her life with your ecstatic charisma,

She wondrously loved it when you snuggled close to her during when the earthquake struck – were her invincible pillar of support and royally replenished her desire with friendship,

She profoundly loved it when you admired the artistry that unfolded as she descended the rustic steps – and more so because you said that infront of several of your other girlfriends – magnanimously deserving,

She unhesitatingly loved it when you ran your fingers through her ravishing hair just moistened by fresh first thundershowers of the monsoon – and which ignited her to feel the ecstasy in the wind blowing gustily around ,

She truly loved it when you exhorted her to sit down amidst the bountifully green environs – and then sketched the most immaculately bewildering portrait of her - that all your talent could ever muster,

She uninhibitedly loved it when you shared meal with her in the same plate – which though disintegrated and bohemian – enthralled with the variedly ebullient ingredients of companionship,

She unabashedly loved it when you audaciously shouted at any human who acted deplorably with her – took her far away from the pandemonium of the congested streets – within the fantabulous wilderness of the hills,

She innocuously loved it when you embraced her unassailably close to your chest – humming her most favorite song as your pristine lips grazed her astoundingly gregarious ears,

She compassionately loved it when you mischievously pecked her on the cheek and ran away – soon returned back to dance with her - breaking barriers of caste; creed; color and tribe – to revel in the flames of seductive romance,

She indisputably loved it when you called her amazingly versatile for those inconspicuous toys of different shapes and sizes ; that she’d crafted of clay – empowering the lives of disastrously abandoned children with mellifluous triumph ,

She joyously loved it when you penned an impromptu poem on her – emanating like the natural currents of the frostily virgin waterfall – as she placidly perched herself on the meadow of desire and fantasized for goodness,

She effulgently loved it when you wholesomely shrugged off all your stringent societal formalities infront of her ; divulging your true and unrestricted self to her – which was infact her greatest richness to cherish on this beautiful planet,

She brilliantly loved it when you instantaneously tore a part of your expensive shirt to wrap around her fresh wound – informally carried her on your philanthropic shoulders to her dwelling as she amiably wrapped her arms around you ,

She splendidly loved it when you proposed her out for the best date of her life – and then instead of presenting her with spuriously costly and feckless jewelry – gifted her a letter conveying your truest feelings for her – just as the Sun royally set and the magnificently phlegmatic night arrived,

She adorably loved it when you sincerely applauded her inimitably melodious voice - which won over prejudice with its naturally articulate tune of love – mesmerized the fabric of humanity towards an optimistically benevolent tomorrow,

She fabulously loved it when you fearlessly and most gladly traversed with her to the places she wanted – rendering her the most vibrantly faithful company that she could ever perceive of – and your artistic wittiness ensuring that she merrily jostled towards undefeated positivity,

She unquestionably loved it when you kissed her – and the enamoring sweetness of your togetherness – which then propounded a unique proposal infront of the world – that which was of the ‘Religion of humanity’ ,

But inspite of all this – she would still hate you if you didn’t say the real thing pretty soon – those majestically unconquerable words to solemnize your sincerity and truthful relationship – those unmatched pearls of joy which were one of the most ultimate mortal gifts in a girl’s existence – those blissfully bonding words that so gloriously resuscitated the various desolate pathways of life – those alphabets which were ofcourse – “ I Love you ” .

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Save your love . Save water .

2010-05-28T02:27:00.002+05:30

You profoundly relished it when it struck the brutally emaciated pores of your impoverished skin – as you uninhibitedly rolled under the cistern that cascaded down the mountain slope,

You saluted it as it unabashedly stormed your lavatory seat – making every trace of filthiness entirely disappear in lightening traces of time – and then quietly fade as you closed the flush ,

You were poignantly enamored when it fell ecstatically from the fantabulous sky – mollifying you from the tyrannically lambasting man-made adulteration; smoke ; pollution and industrial heat ,

You wondrously adored it whilst sprinkling it on the dust laden leaves and scorched trees – and then experience an unparalleled contentment of surviving in symbiotic glory with the royal natural habitat,

You felt modestly philanthropic as you poured it into empty glasses desperately held by orphans on the street – as serving humanity was one of the most quintessential reasons of your blessed existence ,

You rhapsodically danced as you blended it with a gargantuan cube of ice and left it in a tub - for birds to bathe and feast - as the Sun flamboyantly ignited a most piously brilliant afternoon,

You felt sensuously fantastic and jubilant to strive towards success after bathing in it – as the rays of a brand new effulgent dawn ushered you to find your own benevolently inimitable identity on the planet ,

You suddenly and spontaneously felt beautiful after washing your face with it – for when the tawdrily spurious layers of deplorable cream ; powder ; scent and lipstick peeled out – there you lay in your ravishingly unscathed charm – under the cover of a nakedly seductive night ,

You ebulliently liked it - when it granted your siblings that much needed reprieve in swelteringly burning summer – as they thoroughly splashed themselves with it – and then welcomed the torching heat in invincible friendship,

You felt genuinely intrigued when you sprayed it with compassionate fury across the freshly ploughed fields – as the seasoned hosepipe in your palms exposed you to newer dimensions of kindness – and the seed inside the mud became your best friend ,

You were endearingly mesmerized at the ripples that were formed on its surface – as you joyously hurled a harmless pebble on it horizontally and then witnessed it skid with artistic grace – before eventually sinking to the rock bottom,

You were magnetically enthralled when you kissed it – as it became your sincerest companion when you needed to celebrate triumph for goodness – and you hugged it in amiable brotherhood – though it inevitably slipped ,

You felt an unparalleled desire to be closer to your rudiments - as you envisaged a house by its side – which though was threadbare and bohemian - but which befriended and nourished you amidst the natural wilderness with tantalizing calm,

You emphatically admired it for so tranquilly dousing the hideous flames – and becoming an instant hero amongst the hapless people assembled by their woefully burning building – and as the fire – extinguisher had despicably failed ,

You victoriously applauded it for bringing about undefeated friendship – as people of all religions ; castes ; creed ; color ; faiths and tribes – unhesitatingly proceeded to dip in it – and get rid of inconsequential difference ,

You gratefully cherished the awe-inspiringly varied sounds it made as it filled your barren overhead tank – replacing the worthless emptiness within the lifeless walls – with one of the most indispensable mortal elixir to nourish life ,

But you loved it the most when you drank it and suckled at it like a freshly born child – whether it be after your meal or before it – as it revitalized you to pursue the path of righteousness and charismatic brotherhood ,

Therefore won’t you protect your true lover from being destroyed ; rebuked ; slapped and unnecessarily spilled .

Do your naturally unfettered and earnest best . Do something good when you truly feel for it .

Save your love . Save Water .

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Chalk Stick .

2010-05-19T17:02:00.003+05:30

Hapless and diminutive – yet it invincibly thrilled you as it landed
astounding close to your silhouette – reminding you of those
uninhibited school days when the teacher had whirled it at you – for
crassly unfinished homework ,

Bland and Corrugated – yet it was the most indispensable ingredient in
a teacher’s armory of various paraphernalia even in today’s age of
super computers – as she commenced her lecture buoyantly dashing it
across the black – board ,

Insipid and boring – yet it empowered you to express yourself in
writing wherever you wanted – be it the rustically threadbare and
rotting rock or the nondescript office wall that wasted away amidst
sonorous silence,

Lackluster and nonliving – yet it made you frolic around like a
freshly born infant – as you smashed it in its entirety to build the
measly toy castle on your table – just before the corporate honchos
were about to enter to start the commercially livid day ,

Plain and nonchalant – yet an optimistic backbone of your mortally
nothing existence – as you used it to gleefully scribble at atleast
some point of time in your life – in the disdainful absence of your
conventionally stereotypical pen,

Asymmetrical and stub – yet inspiring you to indulge your artistic
talent with aplomb – as you unabashedly sketched virtually any
intriguing shape from imagination on the floor with it – eventually
resulting into a masterpiece collage of tantalizingly brilliant
creativity,

Deplorable and dusty – yet marvelously easing you out from various
financial crisis in life with child like ease – as you rolled it
majestically with your fingers and merrily devoured your nocturnal
meal ,

Short and stingy – yet stimulating you to fantasize about the
extraordinarily blessed goodness of existence and its myriad hues – as
you thrust bulk of your weight upon it via your chin – and it snapped
instantaneously into bits of oblivion,

Orphaned and Desolate – yet it proved to be an unassailably charmed
savior as you lost your trail in the meandering forest – and marked
your inimitable identity with it – for the rescue team to reach you as
soon as possible ,

Unkempt and frail – yet it rekindled the speed of the in-built laptop
mouse to lightening fast – as you rubbed a fraction of it upon the
same – and then traversed the wondrously smoothened periphery ,

Sloppy and unimaginative – yet it granted instant authority to your
otherwise sweat mopped palms as you grasped it tight – and scurried
across the table to highlight the key point of the presentation with
its dangling end,

Unsubstantiated and penniless – yet it seemed to be the most perfect
present that you could’ve ever gifted to your old college professor –
as he fondly reminisced those glorious teaching moments of his life –
scribbling articulately and rapidly with it on the curriculum board ,

Harried and Unrewarded – yet it gorgeously helped you pen an entire
book of your variedly benevolent thoughts ; spontaneously on the park
bench – with an ecstatically replenishing backdrop of trees and grass
as your fecund friends,

Unpretentious and Raw – yet it proved to be the most eclectic
drumstick when you drove out with your friends and they exuberantly
tapped it to produce sound – rejoicing in the aisles of desire - as
the night beckoned you into the freshness of a golden new sublime dawn,

Measly and voiceless – yet it meant unconquerably cherished to you as
the referee drew the start and finishing lines with it – and you
galloped forward in the race to triumph unfettered – go past the white
mark which looked its admirable best ,

Unacknowledged and discarded – yet it permeated that quintessential
thought of hope ; peace ; betterment and humanity – with its
pristinely innocuous white a much needed respite – as the electricity
abandoned you in the middle of the arid night ,

Feckless and solitary – yet it irrefutably triggered you to help
humanity in the best of your natural capacity – just as it reduced to
nothing without any regret – after being used by the society for its
various indispensably good deeds and needs ,

Ordinary and Artificial – yet it held its own unduplicated identity in
this fantabulous age of digital enhancement ; when full fledged
enterprises thrived on the internet – and it lay unmatched - alongside
the most modern of contraptions ; on the writing desk ,
Please welcome this uncelebrated hero of our age – the ‘Chalk Stick’ .

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Saluting the street dogs .

2010-04-27T23:58:00.002+05:30

You unsparingly reprimanded them when they ferociously barked – mischievously chased other damsels of their fraternity and indulged in the most uncivilized of fights,

You lambasted them – instantaneously unbuckling your waist belts - for chasing your car down the quiet highway; annoyed that its flamboyant splendor was marred by the unscrupulous behavior,

You ; at occasions ; drove at breakneck speeds – thrusting the reason to be an emergency – and mowed through their peaceful abodes which were haphazardly strewn across the orphaned road,

You hurled stones randomly on their innocuous bodies – on the spurious pretexts of them being besmirched with dirt and debris from the gutters – and intruding the spotless environs around you with their hapless demeanor,

You incorrigibly refused to touch them or any part of their body even an insouciant iota – scientifically quoting the fact that this could lead to rabies and a host of unceremonious disease – with statesmanly like pride,

You sprayed the most opulent of your perfume in the air if they trespassed your house walls uninvited – terming the stench that thereby emanated as abhorrently unbearable – though you yourself hadn’t taken a bath since many days ,

You had the best laugh of your life as they traumatically wailed on the pavement beside you – sadistically consoling yourself of emphatic victory for the day – though the boss had just nonchalantly fired you ,

You took excruciating effort to find the contact details of those government vans who could uncouthly pick them up from your locality – complaining against the dirt ; disease ; unhygienic conditions ; and waste that they spread – and surprisingly this was the only matter you found worthy in your existence to rebel,

You side-lined them as the lowest strata of the society – an irascible menace to every religion existing under the Sun ; barbarically shutting the doors on their mouth - even as you rejoiced and celebrated bounteous opportunities of survival,

You took potshots at them with your freshly purchased air-gun – placing apples and other nondescriptly sized objects on their heads – as this placed you in a princely pedestal ; not ever mustering the courage to sit a real throne,

You horrendously spat at them – saliva which at instances was laced with obnoxious chewing gum ; tobacco ; discarded food and pernicious tooth prick – as this made you feel seated behind the luxurious wheel of the limousine – though you were currently driving the laborious bicycle,

You used their name as a vindictively hurled expletive – lividly abusing your colleagues with the same – as how to react alternatively and express your emotions never crossed your prejudiced thought,

You took their photographs not to sympathize or flatter – but depict the abysmal state of poverty in your country that could go ahead and win an Oscar – and also because they were earnestly happy to oblige ,

You snatched the succulently tantalizing meals they received sporadically from philanthropists – wisely declaring that these didn’t befit them – when the abject reality was that the hole in your own plate had just gotten a trifle bigger,

You mercilessly beat them with approximately the same sized and complexioned stick that your counterpart had hit you with – for here there was not the tiniest of reprisal as you flaunted your non-existent bravado – and yet you felt you’d had your revenge,

You ferociously kicked them left, right and center as you walked the muddy trail – as if they were barricades of loose sand that hampered your path – at the same instant also giving you an opportunity to demonstrate your powerless might,

You bizarrely held their impeccable new born kids by their feet upside down – to worthlessly demonstrate how helpless they were in this gargantuan world – whereas God was; is and shall be; the ultimate master and invincible decision maker of his entire planet ,

You brutally sold them to unsuspecting foreigners who presumed they were yours – as you artificially cuddled them in your lap – to earn that indispensable currency coin and consume that quintessential meal to survive ,

Yet . And ironically . You ; still salute these ‘Street dogs’ whom you pugnaciously abandoned and hideously punched – as they guarded you in their own inimitable natural capacity in the thick of the blackened night – and then their discordant growl was the sweetest sound to your ears ; as you knew their mortal forms were there to protect you – even as the thieves crept .

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Cute Creases .

2010-03-29T21:44:00.000+05:30

They were marvelously royal undulations that broke the tyrannical
monotony of commercialized success – with magnanimous ease ,

They poignantly depicted those unbelievably ecstatic moments which
when blended with rhapsodic fantasy – constituted the newly wed
couples tryst with unparalleled delight,

They were a subject of awe-inspiring intrigue – leading to various
perceptions as to how they must’ve occurred – as people perched at the
edge of the king poster bed,

They effortlessly led the human panache – into the recesses of
uncannily plush imagination – into a land where impeccable pearls
cascaded unabashedly on layers of seductive existence,

They were majestic figments of impromptu artistry – evolving on their
own as sensuous silhouettes twisted and turned – in a natural desire
to rest in their journey on earth,

They held their very own inimitable identity – protruding like dainty
non-living prince and princesses – amidst the gargantuan expanse of
the silken sheet,

They uninhibitedly portrayed – that there was romantic existence
beyond ruthless realms of tawdrily barbarous office – which was an
indispensable constituent to be enjoyed ,

They appeared brilliantly charismatic and replenished with charmed
fables of the yesteryear – as the Sun’s blistering rays caressed them
in the thick of the afternoon,

They might’ve been inconspicuously withering in size – but swelled up
into a formidably united cluster of togetherness – when beaten or
ironed or rattled or mauled,

They were a true artist’s delight – his quintessential source of
inspiration as he danced his flamboyant paintbrush upon the barren
canvas – nudging and tickling them with his thumb and little finger,

They were a lover’s flight of triumphant fantasy – as he sprinkled
petals of profoundly scarlet rose beside them – to form an enamoring
oasis that lit up the serene night,

They mollified even the tiniest ounces of apprehension with their
phlegmatic twirls ; curls ; swirls and furls – dancing in unfettered
abandon as the exuberant breeze slapped on their dead periphery,

They personified the true spirit of unmatched independence – a
classical example of an untidiness which appeared a darling amidst a
monstrous rat-race to survive,

They were the philanthropic road taken – tantalizing the goodness of a
person to come forth – to come good – after a rejuvenating night’s
sleep ; rolling against them,

They formed so tranquilly without an ounce of extra effort or
agonizing manual pain – unlike their counterpart concrete tiled peaks
which took assiduous expertise and skill of masons; working on the
sloping roof of the house,

They followed no particular religion as they were an artificially dead
mass – though people bonded majestically into the religion of
invincible humanity – rolling and spontaneously whistling - on them ,

They added that indispensably vivid splice to the photographs snapped
– blissfully blended in the Kingly backdrop of the wall; curtain;
window and pillow,

They looked exuberantly endearing with butterflies and birds nestled
on them ; perceiving their minuscule peaks as hillocks to have a
ravishing feast upon ,

Thus - it is my humble plea to you benevolent people – that please
don’t straighten these immaculately princely “Creases” – that lay
perched so non-invasively on your fabulously unmade bedsheets .

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To My Mother – Best wishes on your fascinating Birthday .

2010-03-24T01:17:00.000+05:30

The lady that personified unassailable grace , treading on the most impeccable marble of her choice,

The wife who was irrefutably loyal to her husband , in the motley situations that the exhilarating chapter of life had to offer,

The dutiful patron who embellished various spaces of her aristocratic farmhouse , with the choicest artifacts, figurines, statuettes and shrubs that she found with ease,

The daughter who skipped meals sporadically; earnestly concerned about her mother’s health; which was one of her most predominant priority as of now,

The uninhibited shopper who took rhapsodic delight in replenishing the shelves of her household – with the most robustly royal fruits to devour,

The grandmother who absolutely and profoundly doted on her grandchild , fulfilling the tiniest of her demands with toys befitting a grandiose princess,

The astounding philanthropist who would often lend all her meals to brutally famished street dogs and cats – and then cuddle them as if they were an inevitable constituent of her family,

The fantasizer who granted invincibly concrete shapes to her beautiful myriad of thoughts ; as she persevered in her natural capacity to salvage her very own inimitable identity on the trajectory of this planet,

The friend who patiently listened to the unprecedented agonies of her mates – empowered their lives with her intriguing jokes; wit; laughter and congenial charisma,

The aunt who was ready impromptu to shoulder responsibility of the most distant of her relatives ; without the slightest trace of prejudice and malice – and as life demanded her to benevolently react,

The mother-in-law who had her share of irate squabbles with her daughter-in-law which was perfectly natural ; but yet at the same time made her welcome at home as she’d come far away leaving her own abode,

And most importantly ‘my mother’ for whom I was the unconquered best in the world – no matter what anyone said- and her belief in my poetry being the quintessential backbone of my impoverished mortal existence,

Here’s wishing you a very ‘Happy Birthday’ on this joyously enthralling day of the 24th March , 2010 .

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Let them get married .

2010-03-20T01:25:00.002+05:30

A poem to sensitize those people who enter marriage ceremonies with
the sarcastic intention of castigating the couple about to be
blissfully wedded .

Shouldn’t he have put a trifle more of powder on his cheeks – as they
appeared an edge too shoddy for spinning intrigue?
Shouldn’t she have dipped her face in pure lemon extract ; in order to
render that irresistibly profound glow over her otherwise bedraggled
contours .

Shouldn’t he have opted for that clandestinely charming hair dye –
transforming his unruly strands from a nondescript black to a majestic
red?
Shouldn’t she have left her hair uninhibited and ravishingly waving in
exuberant wisps of breeze – rather than stingily tying them up into an
impoverished looking bun .

Shouldn’t he have worn those royally swashbuckling sunglasses – that
would’ve blown away the daylights of every nimble damsel in poignant
vicinity?
Shouldn’t she have left her eyes beautifully bare and in their rustic
glory – rather than unnecessarily smudging them with abominable
mascara.

Shouldn’t he have stringently clipped the unruly strands of hair
protruding from his ear – employing the services of the most
contemporary of saloons ?
Shouldn’t she have worn earrings of aristocratically pure gold –
rather than letting traditional threads of simpleton black dangle
languidly and dulling the ambience which seemed already dead .

Shouldn’t he have worn that pompously purple scarf round his neck –
that’d have displayed his gentlemanly streak ; lost as of now in the
horrendously hardcore business suit ?
Shouldn’t she have chosen a dress which was more in snobbish
satisfaction rather than the gaudy color that she now wore –
unleashing her unceremoniously slapstick
choice .

Shouldn’t he have worn feather shaped boots perpetuating that true
tryst with royalty which he richly deserved – rather than
transgressing on the reception stage barefoot to create a mockery of a
hype ?
Shouldn’t she have worn queenly slippers that vividly demonstrated her
fantastically proportioned height – rather than create a pandemonium
with her noisy high-heeled sandals – that made her shoot ridiculously
through the roof .

Shouldn’t he have worn plain rings of eclectic sizes that set the
night ablaze with gaiety and style – rather than deliberately
demonstrating the masculinity of his bohemian hand?
Shouldn’t she have left her palms pristinely barren as she’d come into
this planet – rather than embedding them with a motley of every
conceivable tattoo available over the shelf – to stand out amidst the
celebrities of the town .

Shouldn’t he have shaved the parsimoniously extruding stubs of his
beard and moustache – rather than appearing like a clown who genuinely
wanted to entertain people flocked around ?
Shouldn’t she have puffed fragrant powder on her face atleast – rather
than deserting it with nonchalant soap – and then let mosquitoes find
a feasible space to feast on her demure silhouette .

Shouldn’t he have carried a princely pen in his waist pocket – rather
than deplorably borrowing the same and then squandering in shame - to
sign all associated legalities?
Shouldn’t she have meticulously fitted a purse to make her attire look
enthralling– and at the same time appear a perfect symbol of societal
sophistication – complete .

Shouldn’t he have brandished a traditional sword to blend in
magnificently with his jubilant persona – rather than walk the red
carpet with shoulders hunched in the unpredictability of tomorrow ?
Shouldn’t she have built her stage as an invincibly alluring helipad –
ushering in a high powered aircraft straight into the avenue – and
leaving photographers / relatives in stunned delight .

Shouldn’t he have played the perfect host of melanging with the crowd
which had come so optimistically from remote corners of the town –
displaying some hospitability - rather than sonorously contemplating
as to when these spurious formalities would come to an abrupt end ?
Shouldn’t she have stayed as silent as white ice that personified high
class dignity at its best – rather than giving her piece of cynical
advise interspersed with abuse towards those who’d come uninvited .

Shouldn’t he have hugged her first – rather than fiercely tugging at
his rather atrociously oversized suit – in mere apprehension of it
leaving his frail silhouette anytime ?
Shouldn’t she also have hugged him first – rather than adjusting her
morosely flattened make-up – which in the process became more
pathetically beleaguered than ever before .

Hey Folks . Its time for you to involve yourself into other and better
pastimes .

There they were – both of them innocently about to enter into threads of holy matrimony – least bothered about their appearances today, when the most important thing in the world to them was to marry by God’s grace ,

Therefore give them a break . Let them get married .

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Truly making a difference for goodness .

2010-02-22T17:51:00.002+05:30

The road appeared to be nervously slithering stretch of non-chalant black,
Why not paint its surface with sparkling paint of majestic black , perpetuate its haplessly chapped periphery with the goodness of nourishing tar curry and handsome soot .

The chair inexorably creaked at the tiniest of weight straddling it ; limping in gruesome disdain as if it would collapse any moment,
Why not reinforce its languidly decrepit body with screws and shiny nails , spray its exteriors and intricate interiors with that much needed coat of lubricant oil .

The computer miserably stuttered; fumbled; squandered and shut down almost immediately after starting it ; unable to bear the weight of a battalion of programs and files installed,
Why not install the most ingenious of anti virus available in the contemporary planet today ; and then witness it bouncing back to life with uninhibited gusto and impeccable charm.

The walls nervously trembled at the tiniest draught of wind ; in bizarre circumspection of whether ever would they witness another fresh optimistic dawn,
Why not invincibly strengthen them with handsomely blended cement and mortar , so that they became a bountiful fortress of vitality against the most obnoxious of enemy attack .

The fragment of kite paper flagrantly fretted and fumed as the string attached to it ; kept tearing it all the more; every now and again as it tried to gain altitude,
Why not agglutinate its torn ends with wondrously poignant glue , and then let it fly unabashedly high as you tugged its thread ; in misty blue currents of the royally enamoring sky .

The gaudily striped shirt resembled a shabbily attired gutter pipe; with holes of every possible dimension besmirching its innocuous silhouette like a dreadfully salacious parasite,
Why not make the best use of needle and articulate white thread, stitch every gaping incongruity to perfection and then wear the same cloth – now befitting to be worn by an undefeated prince .

The mirror reflected back a distorted heap of remorsefully mangled junk , as its body was shattered into incongruous recesses of nothingness with passing years of neglect and street urchins hurling many a stray stone,
Why not replace it with a dazzling new glass of crystal contentment – so that it not only retained its own inimitable integrity but also displayed the candid truth infront of it .

The once upon a time King-sized and plush mahogany table now staggered towards grotesque ruination – with a layer of incorrigible dust destructively maligning its surface; legs; bottom and sides ,
Why not take gargantuan swathes of coarse cloth – profoundly dip the same into a tub of stringent detergent soap – and then use the same to vigorously clean ; so that the table was used for royal dinner and meeting up dignitaries from all walks of life.

The quaint scooter broke many a sturdy shoe – as it simply denied to start even after exerting Herculean pressure and persistence upon its scraggily dilapidated pedal and engine ,
Why not give it for routine servicing and repair – which’d ensure it exuberantly surged forward like a rocket – and spared many impoverished pockets the ignominy of buying new footwear .

The television remote lay sulking in a sultry corner of the household – having just been tagged as an ‘ idiot good for nothing’ – banged out of sight as it refrained from changing the entertainment channels - which had become such an integral part of today’s life,
Why not insert a pair of vibrantly fresh batteries into it – and then witness it become the darling of everyone – including the corporate honcho who kept it tucked tightly beside his pillow alongwith his mobile .

The pen vindictively tore almost a sheaf of brand new printer paper ; without even embossing a word – at the end finding itself into the dustbin – which would eventually be emptied into bits of asymmetrical nothingness,
Why not adorn it with a new nib and cap to prevent it from drying when it was needed the most – and then witness it pen down the most astoundingly brilliant lines of love poetry ; for lovers and friends, alike .

The blackboard looked abominably dirty and a reproachful mess – with students of all classes and sizes instantaneously shunting it ; resorting to the cooler and rejuvenating confines of the canteen instead,
Why not get the duster and some plain water – scrub it thoroughly from all sides – so that it resembled a freshly laden track – awaiting to be tread .

The matchstick simply didn’t muster the guts to alight into a flame – as it found itself abusively hurled into the soggiest corner of trashcan by its impatient master,
Why not compassionately pick it up – completely dry the corners of its matchbox whose wetness were preventing it from catching fire – and then watch it setting the frigid darkness ablaze with its charismatically fiery flame .

As if your doing all of this goodness - mattered even an insouciant trifle to all of these non-living objects such as the - ‘road’, ‘chair’, ‘computer’, ‘walls’, ‘kite-paper’, ‘shirt’, ‘mirror’, ‘table’, ‘scooter’, ‘television remote’ , ‘pen’, ‘blackboard’ , ‘matchstick’ - described above and several of such other non-living objects that strike your imagination impromptu , as of now ,

For these objects didn’t have the slightest of life – and though it’d be good if you found time to refurbish and resurrect them if they broke – it wouldn’t stir any emotion in them at all – since they were dead and would remain dead ,

But what would truly make a difference and would bring about a revolution in mortal existence - is your being good; kind; lovable, religiously tolerant, truthful and humanitarian in your natural capacity with those humans ‘Living’ around you – to bond in the religion of humanity.

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Food and its unbelievable power .

2009-11-30T21:37:00.000+05:30

It made a person irrefutably realize his / her true stature on this earth – which was nothing infront of the Almighty Lord – as morsels were gobbled with raw humanitarian fervor and then even the most mature of body exultated in child-like delight,

It made people forget deplorably miserly discrepancies of caste; creed; color and religion over its tantalizingly sumptuous aroma,

It naturally impregnated a wretchedly war-infested environment – with the charm of an existence replete with symbiotic health and prosperity,

It gathered hordes of hungry stomachs and palettes into uninhibited camaraderie – as they sat in compassionate unity to devour its quintessential morsels for survival,

It melted even the most indiscriminately traumatic persona which lambasted the innocent – with its succulently impeccable taste which was a harbinger of bountiful humanity,

It fascinated the young and the old with its astounding freshness and vitality – which very soon blended with the fabric of existence after the gratifying bite,

It put all hostility and that desire to ruthlessly conquer to blissful sleep – as it made its way most naturally and ravishingly into the extraordinarily emaciated intestine,

It proved the most stupendously inadvertent excuse to meet up at just about any time of the day – and that too triggering that smile of satisfaction upon the lips relishing it,

It reinvigorated fading muscle and bone with indispensable boost to lead life Kingsize – bond and embrace the most alien of neighbor with the power of fortuitous love,

It metamorphosed pulverized failures into the champions of a fresh optimistic dawn – rendering in them the unabashed fortitude to stand up for the cause of unparalleled righteousness,

It rekindled the rays of desire in pathetically shriveled bloodstreams – as the living kind made merry; whispered; chatted and blended into the river of love with a new found hope to procreate,

It worked as a balm of compassionate friendship upon those haplessly aggrieved and lamenting the loss of their near and dear – as the chapter of death inevitably occurred when destined,

It was something that rendered all spurious demonstrations of power and wealth on earth utterly useless – as even the richest of all humans melanged with those begging on the roadside - to consume it ; as disasters like the earthquake struck,

It not only helped people earn livelihood as they cooked; garnished; packed and transported it – but added an indomitable aura of satisfaction to their lives as they served it to all those in dire need of it,

It miraculously helped in mollifying the most hoarsely wailing children – nourishing them with the gift of harmony - to evolve into the philanthropically noble citizens of tomorrow,

It prompted dialogues of peace and benevolent betterment even before armies could cross sides – as they preferred to arrive to a harmonious consensus of love and togetherness – after eating to their unbridled content,

It was a universal need that naturally arose at some time or the other in everyone irrespective of any religion or tribe; impregnably indicating that we’re all created by the same God and infront of him; nothing ,

It cultivated this most wonderfully altruistic habit of eating in the same plate ; as its irresistibly appetizing grandeur instilled the basic tenets of selflessness and humanitarian care ,

Such was food and its unbelievable power.

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Proud of my Father . Happy Birthday to you .

2009-10-28T21:23:00.001+05:30

A dynamite of blazing optimism as the steps tread resolutely upon hapless floor ,

Majestic bristles of grey engulfing a handsomely robust jawline ,

Raw bundle of energy compounded with fearless streaks of adventure to clamber the mountain,

An unparalleled commitment to each project undertaken ; to take it to an honest success ,

A desire to excel in whatever stage life offered ; without the tiniest of enviousness towards others who were better off ,

Thorough professionalism which never got office work to home ; relishing the verdant landscapes of the lawn with a rejuvenating stroll,

A flamboyant charmer with unmatched talking skills ; that converted the most dogmatic “ No “ into a mesmerizing “ Yes “,

Sheer astuteness compounded with an unbiased desire to make it independently ; evolving a lavish civilization from threadbare scratch,

Rustic truth which earned hostile foes at occasions more than friends ; but which culminated into royally satisfying victory at the end ,

Profound love for the environment and wildlife ; flourishing with mother nature in its lap ; without asserting the slightest of spurious power or might ,

A loyalty to spouse whose examples were cited to household’s in strife ; as an outstanding human saga of real life conviction , faith , understanding and forbearance ,

Hailed as the Supremo of Denim in our very own Manchester of Textiles; Ahmedabad ,

Most importantly a faith in God and his holy messengers which gave him his own inimitable position on mortal earth ; as he happily jostled in his freshly constructed Kingsized farmhouse ,

The man turns 59 years today by the grace of God .
And though I have no regrets of not following his marketing prowess and write Poetry instead . I am still proud to have him as my Father .

Here’s wishing you Daddy a Happy Birthday for today , this gloriously enthralling 25th July , 2009

Poem- India

2009-10-28T16:29:00.000+05:30

I'd like to uninhibitedly beckon you to my vivid and sacrosanct country,

Where rest the insuperable foundations of Mosques; Temples; Churches;
Gurudwaras- devoutly worshipped by millions of people fearlessly
following the religion of their choice and their invincible faith in
God Almighty,

A land replenished with a multicultural blend of traditions and humanity.

A bountiful garden with opportunity to learn; melange; prosper and
embrace myriad traditions that enrich the silhouette with color.

A landscape of uninhibited emotions which reaches to everyone ;
irrespective of caste; creed; color; tribe; religion- with humanism as
its benevolent best,

A kaleidoscope of astounding charm and artistry which enthuses with
its various rustic shades of originality; wildlife sanctuaries; virgin
beaches; and amazingly innocuous craftsmanship,

A platform where even the most alien of visitor feels in the unbridled
lap of compassionate home; where the scent of togetherness and
brotherhood dissect all barriers of language,

A country which has produced the most brilliantly enthralling people
in their own fraternities winning the Nobel Prize, the Olympic Gold
Medal, the Cricket World Cup and the Oscar with mesmerizing aplomb,

A naturally endowed and eclectically blessed empire where true
patriots and soldiers defend their motherland with the utmost pride-
and yet at the same time respect and embrace others with unfettered
open arms- preferring peace over indiscriminately terrorizing war,

Welcome to India .

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A Tribute to the Nobel Prize (NobelPrize.org) – My humble salutations

2009-10-14T01:34:00.000+05:30

Wondrously transparent was its grandeur- which enamored the world with
the charm of invincible substance- for the greatest benefit of the
living kind,

Brilliantly optimistic was its presentation- rekindling fresh rays of
hope and compassion in a planet usurped within the mortuaries of a
meaningless war,

Majestically opulent was its flamboyant demeanor- as it ensured that
truth prevailed in its own inimitable aura- and was perseveringly
harnessed from its fragrant roots,

Marvelously resplendent was its victorious trail- reaching out to the
absolute best and awarding symbiotic humanitarian existence with
laurels of humble goodness,

Humanitarianly humble; yet astoundingly mighty were its deeds- as it
accredited the true worth of success and insurmountable achievement-
with the honor it deserved,

Selflessly sensational were its headlines- as people of all religion;
caste; creed and color united under a single roof of unparalleled
love- to congratulate a fresh voice of promise,

Gloriously embracing were its altruistic palms- as it unabashedly
invited the common man as well as the super celebrity to browse its
website- wherein lay the most impeccable pearls of literature on the
most fascinating aspects of existence,

Bounteously charismatic were its foundations- which evolved the most
idealistic civilization of love; peace; friendship; dignity;
integrity; peace and religious equality,

Triumphantly enriching were its medallions- which reinforced faith in
the ability to pursue conviction and let it uninhibitedly fructify
into the fruits of joyous positivity,

Irrefutably fearless were its decisions- as it poignantly accoladed
the most deserving candidates in their respective fields-
wholeheartedly appreciating talent and effort where it royally lay,

Marvelously magnanimous were its ceremonies- where the most intrepid
of laureates had their own inimitably natural opinions- on their
chosen paths in blessed life,

Honestly unbiased were its intentions- as it ingeniously segregated
human fields of achievements into the most outstanding categories-
defining peace; love; brotherhood and the betterment of the living
kind,

Handsomely benevolent were its goals- as it patronized any form of
goodness that lit up besmirched darkness with the profoundly sublime
rays of togetherness and humanity,

Magnetically alluring was its charm- as it broke barriers of
discomfort – facilitating inspired dialogue between you and the
individual they crowned as their esteemed laureate,

Ardently persevering were its ideals- as it embarked on its zealously
fulfilling mission of instilling solidarity amidst humanity- with its
philanthropic commitment to mankind,

Beautifully bonding was its empowering feel- as what transpired at its
prize giving function- was the world feeling more resourcefully
enriched with the goodness of creation,

Indeed it was as “Nobel” as its name which is the “Nobel Prize” .

It can also be further visited at its website – NobelPrize.org .

And as a true citizen of my sacrosanct motherland India- I, Nikhil
Parekh, offer it my humble salutations !

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MY BABY DAUGHTER’S ORIGINALITY.

2009-10-10T14:31:00.000+05:30

Not her daintily bountiful feet- which were the source of life in its uninhibited fullest in the brilliantly sunlit household,

Not her incongruous mumbling in the middle of the night; as she restlessly tossed and turned from one periphery of the King poster bed to another,

Not her vividly carefree artistry- which splashed color and gregarious charm – resuscitating fresh life into the solitarily deadened canvas,

Not her streak for emulating fashion- earnestly trying to be a trendsetter in her own pristine self- as she swayed joyfully under the stars in the royally moonlit night,

Not her unpredictable temperament- which flared up at the tiniest of provocation to box everyone around her and then tranquilly quell as a silent stream to eventually merge with the sea,

Not her intriguing genius that captivated the attention of the brightest in the world- as she collaged thin bits of obsolete waywardness to harness new dimensions of creativity,

Not her mischievously uninhibited smile- that led me merrily dancing in the surreal velvet of clouds- envisaging earth the most blessedly beautiful place to be,

Not her inherently philanthropic streak- her magnanimously diminutive persona which donated without inhibition- even whilst the richest of the richest sneered in contempt,

Not her gorgeously unruffled hair which marked her identity as one who loved to play and revel in the glory of enchanting music- occasionally running the hair comb through her dolls,

Not her sipper which she clung to with ecstatic fervor and unparalleled joy- whilst suckling droplets of impeccable milk at dawn,

Not her victorious enthusiasm to relish existence to its exhilarating fullest- as her sacredness was a treasured gift from Lord Almighty to do and disseminate good around her,

Not her pedaling her cycle with new found spurts of energy- as she raced past the finishing line and immediately hugged me with invincible zeal to celebrate her monumental feat,

Not her unfettered sighs of admiration as she browsed television- garlanding her favorite actors and actresses with tiny claps in her perception,

Not her unshakeable flair for choosing the right match of food at the right time- as she was one poignant aficionado of pungent taste and spice- making her meal a vibrant delight,

Not her unbridled passion for adventure as she made new friends irrespective of caste; creed; religion or tribe- explored new and natural pathways lugged on my shoulders in a piggy-back,

Not her artistically molded fingers with which she shaped clay into the choicest shapes of intricacy- and admirably wrote in handsome calligraphy upon listless paper- in a tenacity to succeed,

Not her magnetic ability to grasp things that she liked- and then form a story of the various characters she perceived- fearlessly reciting the same to adult audience in her own unduplicated aura,

Not her rushing to me like wounded crop at the tiniest fall which happened quite inadvertently with the floor- and then I compassionately circled her in my arms showing her the fecund fields outside,

But what bowled me over. Was my baby daughter’s originality.

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School Bag

2009-06-20T16:13:00.000+05:30

They uninhibitedly abused me in their own innocently gathered slangs; terming me an unnecessarily bulky mountain of nothingness,

They scorned at me like I was a piece of rotten charcoal; nonchalantly dismissing me away from their rhapsodic activities for the day,

They told me I was good for nothing but presumptuously preaching them; when they wanted to frolic and play in their mortal capacities,

They admonished me for being a laggard; sauntering at a pace slower than dead stone; at times even seeming like a gargantuan unmovable boulder to their delicate palms,

They indignantly kicked me out of the way; as I appeared a jocular misfit amidst their row, shelf, floor and tub of surreal dolls and majestic toys,

They had the time of the life trying to snap me in entirety from my seams; stealthily poking me with that mischievous scissor using all their might; before mummy had a chance to stringently intervene,

They disdainfully stood over me using me as a perfect bridge; to form a perfect circle with their joyously unfettered hands; hands intertwined in innocuous hands,

They rebelliously dumped stale leftovers of their food; socks; chewing gum; clay; into my forlorn interiors- just to teach me a lesson for burdening their shoulders; on which they wanted to carry their favorite chocolate,

They mockingly used me with gay abandon to scratch wherever they wanted; which gave them that quintessential wave of relief as well as saved their tiny hands the bother,

They impudently held me in their nimble hands criss-crossed in absence of their plastic swords; and flung me with great fervor to see who won in their game of the musketeers,

They taunted me in the most sardonic of their tones for seeming like a piece of junk; whose resting place was infact the dumpyard instead of the delectably cozy realms of their compassionate abode,

They advised me like an adult to find a worthwhile job and be constructively engaged; rather than whiling away my time nagging their inimitably fragrant childhood,

They considered me as the most abominable outsider; shutting me tight into their cupboards as they discussed their secrets and intrepid plans to be consolidated into action soon,

They had me shred into smithereens of insipidness at the tiniest of opportunity; hurling me to the hungry vultures in their backyards to disintegrate and devour,

They vowed not to talk to those who gave me as a Happy Birthday present to them; as they’d rather go without a gift- than involve themselves into the practicality of life with me by their side,

They slapped me most impeccably as only they could do; venting their entire fury on me as a mute spectator; whenever reprimanded by their parents for not doing home-work,

They used me as a perfect punching bag; boxing into my countenance with their uninhibitedly raw palms- emulating their favorite Boxing stars preparing for the big Wrestling day,

Yet. And ironically Yet. The same kids tossed me gleefully the next morning upon their pristine shoulders; marched with unfettered abandon towards their school- hugging me like I was a prince,

No. Incase you assumed that I was something of a royal charmer, let me assure you I wasn’t any of that. But I was what you mortals might’ve addressed as “ SCHOOL BAG” as you grew up by the grace of the Almighty Lord.

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My Darling Unfettered Umbrella

2009-06-08T12:29:00.000+05:30

It made spell bindingly intriguing shapes in construction sand; as I thrust its tip with the most nonchalantly uninhibited ease and without giving a damn,

It brought about unabashed laughter when tickled with in the ribs; proving an astoundingly great and cost-free playmate to relish life,

It helped me draw wondrously enamoring designs in loosened clay; as I swished its tip with perseveringly passionate tenacity to reach my imaginative direction,

It pummeled incongruously delectable holes in the wall; when sagaciously used to reach the other side of the room; when every other alternative had failed,

It proved a quintessential humane tool for self-defense; as merely raising its awkwardly gaunt persona towards an impersonator; made him retract right back to the entrance gate,

It made an excellently formidable walking stick; with a resolute grip on stony ground and compassionately fondling the palms with its bountifully semi-circular end,

It acted as an enchantingly philanthropic pulley in times of duress; when I offered its tapered tip to people stuck in the flood; that helped me hoist them to safe places of comfort,

It made one of my most flexibly rejoicing bats; as I used its neatly serrated body to bludgeon the ball flying towards me; to high and handsome outside the rickety fence,

It appeared as a wand of practicality in my hands; starkly proclaiming that I’d like to mind my own business and expect the same from others; wherever I went,

It made me feel at my youthfully effervescent best; as I tapped it on cold floor- to the passionately unhindered tunes of the loudspeaker on the bustling street,

It acted as a rhapsodically make-shift broomstick at times; clearing unsolicited garbage that spontaneously appeared in the way; swishing left and right with all its might on sordid road,

It acted as a magnanimously enthralling storage pouch; as I kept all sorts of meaningful tid-bits and coins in its inner recesses; emptying the same wholesomely only after reaching the safe environs of home,

It served as a mesmerizing respite against mosquito bite; as one used its somberly protruding tip to scratch; alleviate the pang of rash after the obnoxious sting,

It proved an impeccably honest shoulder to lean upon; share; cuddle; caress and clasp- without expecting the tiniest from me in return; as the world outside suddenly turned deaf to what I said,

It gave me a feeling that I was holding an unparalleled winners trophy at times; as I nimbly tread my way to the train holding it invincibly against my chest,

It gave me a feeling of sparkling newness as I trawled my fingers through its scintillatingly shiny spokes; which jutted out in synchronized tandem to define its ebullient outlines,

It was so compassionately adjustable; as it shrunk to almost a quarter of its size when I closed it; at times even to less than my little thumb to accommodate like a toy in my pocket,

It snugly hung in almost every corner and wall nail when the time came to retire for the day; reminding me of the optimistic fervor that I needed to start a freshly flamboyant dawn,

But I liked it the most when my unfettered Umbrella opened full bloom at the punch of a button; unfurling the colors of joy of my impoverished existence; and sequestering me from the acrimonious afternoon heat just like a new born child.

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Every day- A new gift from the Omniscient Creator

2009-05-24T19:47:00.000+05:30

Without resting an infinitesimal iota on the many peaks that were
conquered with balms of love and compassion; as life crawled at its
own unabashedly spontaneous pace; ahead,

Without basking in the glory of all those adventurous trails that had
led to the lion’s den; only to march out unscathed and unperturbed by
the grace of the Almighty God,

Without whispering much about the insurmountably crackling flames that
were subdued into nothingness; as the foot trampled the very source
into oblivion,

Without paying the tiniest of heed to the most magnanimously committed
acts of charity in recent past; wherein personal pleasures were
vanquished from all quarters to serve afflicted living kind,

Without murmuring even an insouciant trifle about the grandest of
days; when things were served on a bountiful golden platter; even
before they were ardently wished,

Without comparing to those pricelessly adorable moments- when life
seemed to be perfectly poised like an enamoring prince; on the highest
crest of the tantalizing ocean waves,

Without phlegmatically resting on the highest laurels earned in a
chosen field of expertise; which lay the mortal pedestal on a red
carpet and with the crowds cheering on in rapturous delight,

Without savoring the sweetness of a victory which was molded on the
embers of flaming truth; and which paved the way ahead for a whole new
mortal civilization of righteousness,

Without aggrandizing the slightest about the earnest perseverance put
in; to transform every ounce of fantasy into veritable reality for the
globe to admire,

Without curling into the most indigent of hurray for having outwitted
every trace of deceit with the power of infallible innocence; that was
most adorable to the winds of symbiotically united existence,

Without capitalizing on any previous commercial break that came staid
but secure; and which was so quintessential to mollify various desires
of impoverished life,

Without fantasizing the least about those succulent meals which
titillated the tongue so rhapsodically; before being eventually
gobbled with uninhibited gusto to the humane hunger that arose,

Without rekindling the nostalgia that constituted gloriously
impeccable childhood; where food, play, toys and rest; replenished
sparkling life to its joyous and unbridled best,

Without serenading the persona with all the treasuries of gold earned;
which pampered the greedy humane form to its wishes; before it
crumbled into wisps of nothingness when destined by God,

Without opening the closet of the famed circle of luminaries that the
form was associated with; whose influence sorted many mortal messes
within lightening seconds of time,

Without the most measly of flattering to the present demeanor for
having reached this far; transcending every barrier of caste; creed;
religion and color with the religion of inimitable humanity,

Without any reference to the wondrous fertility exhibited; the
ramification of which was a festoon of freshness that unveiled into a
fountain of mesmerizing creativity; by the grace of the Divine,

Without the most parsimonious of congratulation to the astounding grit
with which life was led; winning accolades from even the remotest
quarters of the planet sublime,

Every day was an unparalleled new gift from the Omniscient Creator.
Each Sunrise started fresh. Each morning was a different morning laden
with optimism. Every dawn blossomed with jubilant hope to
symbiotically survive.

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Sweat Bath

2009-05-14T01:09:00.001+05:30

Neither was the most contemporarily powerful of air-conditioner needed; even as the heat outside raced to an unbearable scorch,

Neither was there the most infinitesimal puff of wind that could provide any respite; as time painstakingly crawled to welcome a fresh dawn,

Neither did ice form into mesmerizing cubes even in the deepest freeze; as virtually everything in vicinity was shredded asunder in fiery whirlpools of the afternoon,

Neither did wondrously tantalizing waves of the oceans reach the penurious doorstep; as they were pragmatically speaking - continents and poles apart,

Neither did the most rhapsodically delectable ice-creams and candies cause a diminutive dent; as the blazing heat pulverized the same into frigid pulp-even before they could reach the lips,

Neither did the most mellifluously nostalgic of songs cause an impact- as shades of adulterated humane yellow pierced the atmosphere; as draughts of warm air swept their might,

Neither did the most enchanting of praises reach the ears; as asphyxiating dust and morbid smoke; squandered through a landscape of population with a forlorn will to kill,

Neither did the darkest shades of black tinted glass come to any rescue- as though the dark films sequestered from direct impact; they absorbed heat at the same time to eventually distort beyond recognition,

Neither did the merrily artificial tap of water provide the tiniest of solace; as it soon started to emit hostile steam usurped by the storm of volcanic heat which wavered fiercely around,

Neither did the glass of freshly extracted fruit juice render the slightest of rejuvenation- as it miserably evaporated to reveal the last grains of sugar and salt blended within; as famished palms groped fervently ahead to clutch it,

Neither did snow flakes disdainfully thrown astray by the passing carts create a whiff of cool- as the parched tarmac devoured those few globules of water first; even before any living form dared creep near them,

Neither did the most majestic of castles generate a shy beam of shade; as their walls themselves scorched like a ravaging bulldozer; sulking at the angst that came alongwith the heat- instead of a grain of compassionate comfort,

Neither did the historically quaint well guarantee any beacon of a promise; as when one tread right to its mystically intrepid bottom- the discovery did yield hollowness but without a droplet of liquid to compliment,

Neither did the sensuously nestled swimming pool offer a fantasy of revitalizing delight; as arid winds laced with venomous smoke stabbed its periphery; metamorphosing its charmed persona into a parsimoniously fetid gutter line,

Neither did the princely fountain adorning the bustling street offer a trifle of an enthrallment- as the spray that once upon a time kissed the chin after ricocheting of ground; now abruptly dried midway in fireballs of acrimonious heat,

Neither did the couch of astoundingly pure velvet generate any comfort; as before anyone could nestle on its enamoring softness- its covers melted in the tyrannical heat- and out came charging the unabashed coiled springs,

And yet I was unabashedly relishing each ounce of my existence; even as the tumultuous summer heat whipped every bit of joy from the solar-plexus of survival,

As I romanced in the golden stream of mortal sweat that sensuously dribbled down my skin- to give me my victorious “Sweat-Bath”.

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Destined to be dead. When God wants.

2009-04-21T17:11:00.000+05:30

Destined to be dead. When God wants.

I didn’t know whether it would be flamboyantly optimistic rays of the
Sun; or whether the sky would resemble silver streaks of monsoon grey-
when I’d step out of the pitch dark coal mine,

I didn’t know whether it’d rain unrelentingly; or whether it’d turn
out to be a day embellished with the profoundness of ecstatic light-
as I retired for sleep just a few hours before,

I didn’t know whether I’d meet with several uncouth barricades; or
whether I’d reach the finishing line of sweet success like the flight
of a royally unbridled eagle- as I tread on the jagged road outside,

I didn’t know whether the very next person I’d encounter would be a
long-lost friend; or a complete stranger with whom I’d have to
interact from the infinitesimal scratch so that we became best
friends,

I didn’t know whether the waves of the ocean would serenely undulate
under the opalescent Moon- or whether there would be an undivided wall
of fiery water called ‘Tsunami’ hurtling towards the crowded township-
as I merrily hummed the tunes of my choice snuggled cozily in my hotel
room,

I didn’t know whether there’d be impeccable landscapes of ice as I
traversed up the hills; or whether what would greet me would be
treacherous barren slopes- with delightful rivulets of water tumbling
by my side,

I didn’t know whether the colossal edifice would retain its poise; or
come down crumbling like a pack of frigid matchsticks; as the
earthquake struck without the tiniest of insinuation and with
insurmountable might,

I didn’t know whether the bus awkwardly wobbling through the hills;
would reach the summit with all passengers in bliss; or whether it’d
skid its way head-on- down into the stillness of the devouring gorge,

I didn’t know whether the tantalizing plain of mud that laid infront;
would facilitate to reach the other end like a royal safari- or
whether it’d perseveringly suck life trying to traverse being the
slippery sand,

I didn’t know whether the fresh bundle of life soon about to leave the
womb and entire planet divine- would be an unequivocally bonding baby
girl; or a mischievous little darling baby boy,

I didn’t know whether the stranger walking abreast my window; lived in
a charmed castle of glittering columns and crowns- or whether he found
solace under the open roof of the unassailable sky; when night
inevitably descended by,

I didn’t know whether the bird perched on the roof- would choose to
peck at grains strewn in bountiful abundance around; or whether it’d
dabble its beak just an insouciant trifle into the few droplets of
water in the bowl,

I didn’t know whether the offsprings would abruptly leave their mother
one day; or whether they’d all continue to exist till destined in
their abode replenished with the threads of love,

I didn’t know whether the bride and bride-groom who appeared so
wondrously enlightened on solemnization of marriage- would lead a life
further of unhindered joy; mutual bliss and respect- or whether their
existence would mark a new chapter of being fraught with total
discontent; dissimilarities and disparities,

I didn’t know whether the flamboyantly roaring lion would attack the
man with savage hostility; or would come near him to timidly lap up
his palm; the same man who’d once upon a time removed a thorn from its
profusely oozing wound,

I didn’t know whether the vultures would admire their unfettered
flight in the scintillatingly candid mirror; or whether they’d
disintegrate the same into worthless pieces with nonchalant probes of
their legs and beaks,

I didn’t know whether the inscrutably exuberant paintings of the
painter would reach him the epitome of mortal success and fame; or
whether he’d spend a life in lambasted reclusion and seclusion from
the outside world,

I didn’t know whether the kite I flew from my terrace; would soar
placidly as I relished plucking at its lifeless string; or whether
it’d fall with an instantaneous thud upon obdurate concrete; cut by a
counterpart string which had more luck that time,

But irrespective of this or that we did not know – what I and every
single one of us living beings definitely and irrefutably know; is
that every mortal life taken birth upon the soil by God’s grace- is
destined to be dead when God wants.

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Poem on Blood Donation-Donating Blood- Means loving it all the more.

2009-04-11T17:35:00.002+05:30

I presumed you loved it- as it was your spirit to successfully
accomplish your every philanthropic mission- with the blessings of the
Omnipotent Lord Almighty,

I presumed you loved it- as it most ecstatically charged up you up- as
you leapt forward to uninhibitedly blossom in the garden of vibrantly
bestowed life,

I presumed you loved it- as it was your humane lifeline to mélange so
serenely with your surroundings- become a quintessential constituent
in the atmosphere of symbiotic camaraderie,

I presumed you loved it- since it was your amiable stamp amongst all
mortals- as you traversed shoulder to shoulder with every of your
fellow human; blessed with the fundamental principles of existence,

I presumed you loved it- since it taught you the value of priceless
life- inspired you to live life to its very fullest and endeavor your
earnest best to afford the same to your fellow beings in duress,

I presumed you loved it- as it evoked the artist in you to burgeon in
realms of unfettered sensuousness- as you assimilated your creative
potential from slim space- before sharing it with the outside world,

I presumed you loved it- as it added that extra ounce of zeal in your
step- as you embarked upon every adventure that you were passionate
about- in a life unpredictably mystical but blessed,

I presumed you loved it- since it transcended you above all barriers
of caste; creed; religion and color to bond with the religion of
oneness and humanity,

I presumed you loved it- as it magnetically drew you closer to your
soulmates in life- reminding you that chapters of life bore royal
fruition when confronted with true love,

I presumed you loved it- as it revitalized your complexion and
countenance to appear as that of a handsome human- prone to all that
was further destined- but resiliently following the path of truth,

I presumed you loved it- as though silent- it triggered an inferno of
universal desire in your nimble silhouette- as you evolved your virile
kin and family further on this infallibly flawless Universe,

I presumed you loved it- as it helped you coin a new definition of
compassionate companionship- one that accepted one and all for what
they were and as they had come into God’s planet divine,

I presumed you loved it- as its healing balm empowered you to start
afresh after every of your humanely trip and fall- let the blazingly
Omnipotent rays of the Sun God energize you towards your righteously
benevolent mission in life,

I presumed you loved it- as it fortified your bond of togetherness not
only with your biological kin- but with your environment and with
every living being in harmonious friendship,

I presumed you loved it- as it gave you the strength to never betray
your own conscience- and irrespective of wherever you were and
whatever you did- you were answerable to Omnipresent God,

I presumed you loved it- as it led you through astounding myriad
colors of a poignant survival- which all eventually amalgamated and
united into a rainbow of altruistic caring,

I presumed you loved it- as it gradually and very moderately
transformed you into a blissful adult from a diminutive infant- in
perfect accordance with the winds of creation- bestowed upon by the
Omniscient Creator,

I presumed you loved it- as you honestly paved your path through the
multifarious replenishing fields and shades of existence- being just
nothing infront of the unassailable Lord,

And I am definitely sure that you would love your blood all the
more---if you donated it to all those in dire need of it— thereby
giving true meaning to the essence of humanitarian unity and humane
oneness,

For the chapters of “Life” and “Death” are in God’s hands---but
donating blood is just one great humanitarian way in which you could
help your blessed fellow living being….

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I’ve fallen in love with you Ice-Cream

2009-04-08T16:30:00.003+05:30

I loved the astounding ounces of reinvigoration that you perpetuated
wherever you went; even as the globe grew stale in disdainful robotic
work,

I loved the way you tantalized every mortal around you- as every
globule from your body sensuously dissipated into barren patches of
mud,

I loved the way you were served in the most glitteringly embellished
platter- so that every meal finished with an uninhibitedly contented
smile,

I loved the way you caressed me with your unflinching softness- making
me feel like I was galloping through fields of spell-bindingly
electrifying Sunshine,

I loved the way you euphorically charmed humans of every religion;
caste; creed; tribe and color- with the effervescence that wafted
from your diminutive form,

I loved the way you announced your delectably curvaceous and colorful
presence- as hordes of people left what was thwarting them- and rushed
to devour mouthfuls of your ecstatic grace,

I loved the way you evoked so much reaction without uttering a word-
as almost everyone had something to appreciate about you- be it your
color, form, odor, freshness, poignancy or unparalleled taste,

I loved the way you brought about that quintessential zeal in all
those lives; miserably lamenting without reason or rhyme- pepped up
the ambience with sparks of revitalizing newness,

I loved the way you quelled volcanic body heat like a magicians wand-
even as man-made discrepancies permeated the atmosphere around with
poisonous smoke and fumes,

I loved the way you ignited those whirlpools of uncanny excitement
around you- becoming a chilled centerpiece of exhilaration on that
extremely warm summer afternoon,

I loved the way you innocently nestled in the palm- so soft; so
tender; so immaculately princely- drawing hordes of cheers as one
sighted even an inconspicuous trifle of you,

I loved the compassionately triumphant warmth that you generated in
everyone who consumed you- being frozen yourself; without any respite
and to the core,

I loved the way you united haplessly estranged lovers into bonds of
endearing friendship- as they resolved all disputes; buried past
differences—whilst clasping you with one hand each,

I loved the way you disseminated the message of universal brotherhood-
with people from all parts of the globe; unhesitatingly ready to
mingle in groups to have a slice of your dazzling ice,

I loved the way you were used to celebrate occasions solemnizing love
– when marriage was proposed with a ring in one hand and the other
offering your silken grace of impeccable unity,

I loved the way you held your own inimitable identity- even when
blended with myriad concoctions; cakes; eateries; syrups and what
not’s- with mortals distinguishing you instantly from the assortment;
as you astoundingly chilled,

I loved the way you effortlessly glided your way to your destination-
when sadly and rarely there weren’t any takers- melting into absolute
submission under golden rays of the mid-day Sun,

I loved the way you retained your rudimentary essence for all humans
to savor- remaining the most kingly eating constituent of their meals-
even as the space-cyber age hurled one ingenious innovation over
another,

O! Yes, I’ve definitely fallen in love with you- my scrumptiously
enchanting and unabashed “Ice-Cream”

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Ignite the lamp of humanity

2009-04-03T21:24:00.001+05:30

For every wish of goodness that diffused from your soul- praying to
God to bless everyone with happiness, bliss, peace and immortal love-
even as your friends and foes virulently abused you,

For every bountifully fresh sapling that you planted into barren soil;
and all those others that you dreamt of sowing in fathomless fecund
landscapes of mud,

For every handshake of yours with complete strangers; whom you
embraced in your times of happiness and crippling duress alike- for
being a part of the same Universe that you lived in,

For every song of oneness that emanated from the innermost realms of
your heart- disseminating the message of a benign existence- even as
living beings all around deliberately turned into sadistic parasites,

For every droplet of your blood that you donated for your fellow
beings in distress- without worrying about your own bones which had
started to bizarrely display more than your skin,

For every helping hand that you lent to those without sight to cross
the cacophonic buzzing street- leaving them to their destination in
spirit of undefeated humane brotherhood,

For every morsel of your food that you shared with all those starving-
and then miraculously felt your very own stomach to be replenished
without a grain- but solely with the wand of selflessness,

For every wounded animal on the street that you tried to resuscitate
with your love; when everyone walking beside presumed it to have
attained its veritable grave,

For every negatively nagged comment upon you that you transformed into
an optimistic opportunity- accommodating one and in your diminutive
dwelling- which was palatial with your love,

For every trail of yours that unflinchingly fought the most wretchedly
asphyxiating of odds- just to ensure that the truthful voice of every
God-gifted existence prevailed,

For every morbidly stagnating piece of canvas that you splashed with
myriad colors and hues of a burgeoning existence- as the planet around
you unraveled in its most inscrutably magical shapes and forms,

For every unnecessary complexity of a frazzled existence- that you
solved with such child-like ease- with the universal quintessential
elements of symbiotic existence,

For every inconsolably wailing infant that you hugged close to your
heart- lending it your name; surname and astronomical care- after its
biological parents hadn’t the courage to accept it for being a girl,

For every bit of happiness that you spontaneously triggered amidst a
pall of robotically commercial gloom- by being just as how the Creator
had sent you upon the planet divine and unpretentiously natural,

For every ounce of manipulative currency that you burnt- not letting
anything besmirch your path of friendship and eternal love- as Love
was the most priceless gift from the Lord Divine,

For every bit of infallible determination that you so blissfully
transmitted- inspiring every bit of human impairment to become a
blessing to survive,

For every poetic verse that you evolved out of sheer and vapid
nothingness- to perpetuate drearily beleaguered bits of survival with
the scepter of magical newness,

For every bit of informality that you perpetuated wherever you went-
that relieved people of their unduly worries as in you they found a
friend for life – who would never ever betray them the slightest,

May the entire mortal world join you in your every philanthropic
conquest; then and together become a unified voice of love; a unified
spirit of existence which knew no religion; caste; color; creed or
tribe- but which only arose in uninhibited camaraderie to ignite the
lamp of humanity...

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Love Poem- Valentine Poem- Will you be my Valentine?

2009-02-14T17:47:00.000+05:30

Will you be my Valentine?

Will you be the luckiest charm of my existence; a wish of supreme
fulfillment that only led to humanitarian goodness; philanthropy and
selflessness- as I nimbly tread by the grace of the Creator Divine?

Will you be the vivaciously dancing butterfly of love in my garden;
illuminating every dreary nerve of mine- with the charm of your
poignantly exuberant flight?

Will you be the scent of immortal companionship that drifted close to
my nostrils; so that I forever floated in a paradise of goodness;
unfettered and bonded in a mist of friendship sublime?

Will you be the rainbow of unflinching camaraderie that I sighted in
tufts of blue; that ignited my spirit of symbiotic survival on divine
earth; to the very fullest?

Will you be the droplet of tantalizing rain that cascaded down my
roof; triggering a perennial yearning in my heart to be kissed in a
domain; beyond the definitions of clockwork time?

Will you be the uninhibited stream that sparkled down the virgin
slopes; embracing every element of my impoverished existence; with a
wand of bountiful endowment?

Will you be those invisible tendrils of excitement that caressed my
spine; awakening me from a stupor of inane practicality; towards the
effulgently whistling winds of existence?

Will you be the fairy that casts a gorge of happiness wherever you
went; a perpetual mist of bliss that I embraced; as I continued my
truncated odyssey on soil?

Will you be that line of destiny on my palms that solely leads to
truth; a flame that keeps the true passion of my life ignited with
unparalleled caring?

Will you be the song that I cherished to sing the most in this
Universe; a melody whose tunes drifted from the innermost arenas of my
innocuous soul?

Will you be that undaunted living form by my side; in my times of
ebullience and inexplicable misfortune alike; even as abuses were
intransigently hurled from the planet outside?

Will you be the tinkling laughter that engulfed my ears with new-found
hope; everytime I felt the ship of my scraggily penurious existence
sink to the rock bottom of hopelessness?

Will you be the nightingale that unabashedly perched upon my shoulder;
drowning me into ecstatic spasms of all the sweetness- that ever
formed my imperfectly humane atmosphere?

Will you be every Lilly that blossomed on the path not dared taken;
but the very path I chose to celebrate every moment of my
synergistically intrepid existence?

Will you be the everlasting source of my child-like bewilderment; as
the magic of your spontaneity continued to enthuse the informally
bohemian footsteps of my life?

Will you be the ultimate seductress that drifted me away from the
worst of crisis; far away from the world of greed; manipulation and
satanic barbarism—like a prince near your amiably compassionate bosom?

Will you be the reason that I found new-found optimism to survive; not
only reaching the zenith myself—but reaching out the balm of
unhindered love and humanity to every single of my fellow beings?

Will you be the voice that I could easily differentiate from amongst
every other on the planet; as it was my own heart's cry to forever
unite with my soul-mate in this life and every life hence-forth-
destined?

I guess its time to propose to you now—and that's exactly what I am
doing from deep within my heart O! Beloved– WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE

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My faith in God –When I felt I was dying…

2009-01-29T16:55:00.000+05:30

With every majestic sunset making way for the Immaculate moon; that
astoundingly depicted the multifarious shades of this Universe—which
was a gift from the Omnipotent Creator,

With every draught of exuberant wind; that evolved into a whole new
mist of rhapsodic excitement; out of sheer and insipid nothingness,

With every dainty petal of the poignant rose; that permeated a scent
of oneness in the otherwise monotonously subjugated atmosphere,

With every vivacious stroke of the mesmerizing rainbow; that charmed
the entire Universe; fraught with its own inexplicably unsolicited
misery,

With every infinitesimal speck of the atmosphere; that invincibly
clung to the bodies of us living beings; befriending an entire
Universe of solidarity-from its own realms of isolation and despair,

With every step that marched forward to maintain the royal equilibrium
of life; ensure that life went on despite anything and everything; but
only by the grace of God,

With every flight of unbridled fantasy; that made even the most
inconspicuously ordinary of living being; catapult beyond the
definitions of desire,

With every squeak that escaped the throat; triumphantly piercing the
bizarre sullenness and silence of the atmosphere with a desire to be
embraced by one and all,

With every sensuously tantalizing night; that unfurled into the
morning of a bountifully optimistic and brilliant dawn,

With every solemn pledge of goodwill in the graveyard; that bedazzled
the ghastly silence of remorseful death; with a new found longing to
disseminate love and life,

With every rumble of inscrutable thunder in the sky; that brought
alongwith it the optimistic promise of rain; an infallible reason to
cheer in the aisles of ecstasy,

With every inimitably righteous footprint left on soil; that carved an
entire pathway of unflinching goodness; love and peace; as the
quintessential elements to lead life with,

With every idea that uninhibitedly germinated from the brain;
blossoming into boundless sparks of freshness; to unite the entire
planet into the religion of love,

With every affable outgrowth that joyously leapt out of soil;
instantaneously engulfed with the blessed rays of the Sun; after an
equally compassionate cuddling by mother soil,

With every handshake executed between people of all race; religion and
color; paving way for the most immortal and unassailable religion of
humanity,

With every lump of frigidly asphyxiating snow; that perseveringly
labored its way to becoming the most adorable stream of love; as its
eventual outcome,

With every step traversing on the road not taken; permeating robotic
chunks of the atmosphere with tantalizing splashes of adventure,

With every anecdote of failure that strengthened one's resolve to
succeed all the more; metamorphosing every bit of morbid ash into an
opportunity to holistically survive,

My faith in God grew; as irrespective of whatever has happened or
would happen from now on; I know it would be for the good—

As God is my faith; God is my life-- God gives me the power to
symbiotically survive with one and all till the time he commanded----

And whenever he decides to take me away from this earth of his; I
sincerely pray from my heart and soul to him; to be able to utter his
name in poetry and song; when I felt I was dying….

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Praying for forgiveness- To God and his holy messengers…

2009-01-10T17:44:00.000+05:30

Praying for forgiveness- To God and his holy messengers…

My love for you; was my sole religion; transcending over every other
discrepancy of caste; creed; color; tribe and humbly endeavoring to
unite the entire planet with the best religion of them all; The
Religion of Humanity,

My obeisance towards you; was my sole enrichment to live; imbibe the
true fragrance of existence in perfect symbiosis with every speck of
your fathomlessly wonderful environment,

My salutations towards you; were my sole honor to survive amidst a
pack of wolves; be unwavering in my stride and mission of goodness;
even as the cannibals of greed converged upon me from all ends,

My prayers imploring you; were my sole directions in this truncated
lifetime; doing my destined job to my very best by your grace; and
then leaving everything else upon your Omnipotent stride to decide,

My speaking your name; was my sole blessedly enlightened moment of
life; making me oblivious to every diabolical dagger thrust towards
me; and rising with infallible truth- with the first rays of sunrise,

My remembering your divine light; was my sole lantern of happiness
amidst the bemoaning blackness that tightened its vice like grip;
empowering me to tower above every color; and yet emerge victorious
with the color of love,

My faith in you; was my sole pillar of strength; metamorphosing every
diminutively trembling bone of mine to march on the path of
righteousness; carving a history of love out of sheer and vapid
nothingness,

My perception of you; was the sole end of my imagination; as you owned
the entire Universe and beyond; and everything good in this life
commenced and blissfully ended with the boundaries you gave me to
live,

My embracing your living Mosque, Temple, Church, Monastery; was my
sole moment of fulfillment that absolved me of even the most
inadvertently committed of my sins; and evolved a brand new path of
vibrant life,

My asking your mercy; was the sole boon of my beleaguered twilight; as
I could now exuberantly mélange shoulder to shoulder with the world
outside; and only bow my head at your Omniscient feet,

My visualizing your sky; earth and the atmosphere that lay in between;
was the sole poetry that radiated from my countenance; as my humane
ability to cognize started and ended with whatever you limited me to
see,

My following your Omnipresent light; was the sole path that I tread on
in this devout survival; letting every uninhibited ounce of positive
energy in my heart; to escape into sacrosanct wisps of the atmosphere,

My intensity to become one with your light; was the sole essence of
everything humanitarian that I executed as the days unveiled;
earnestly attempting my very best to unite all living kind; into an
earth of love,

My belief in whatever you had destined was for the good; was the sole
principle on which I placed the roots of my life; which again was the
most wondrously mesmerizing gift to traverse upon earth; from your
heavens,

My poems for you; were the sole reason that I always felt as if in
compassionate paradise amongst the most usurping of humans; but your
Omnipotent aura of love ruling my conscience over one and all,

My yearning to be in perpetual bewilderment of your majestic Universe;
was my sole expression to flourish on planet divine; entwining my
palms in unflinching unity with my fellow mates in duress,

My worshipping you from the innermost realms of my heart; was the sole
ritual of holiness that I performed till I quit breath; loving you and
your invincibly unparalleled ways in the best manner that you taught
me to,

Therefore O! Lord Almighty and your holy messengers; I hereby pray to
you to forgive me for even the most inadvertently committed of my
misdeed;

And if you cannot pardon me; then give me death this very instant in
whatever form you may choose to; But please don't be angry with me;
Please don't stop loving me---for without your love; I'd be as good
as ghastily dead; and yet with breath….

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Writing Poetry…

2008-12-15T19:35:00.000+05:30

Writing poetry is like the newborn draughts of ecstatic wind; kissing
the innocuous cluster of green leaves; with the most uninhibited ardor
and camaraderie of all times,

Writing poetry is like the soul wholesomely cleansing itself of even
the most inadvertently committed of its sins; as it blended with the
beats of magical verse; which transcended over every religion; caste;
creed; color and tribe,

Writing poetry is like a bird exuberantly flapping its wings; having
just being released from years of insidious captivity; and now ready
to commence upon its most royal flight,

Writing poetry is like the queenly droplet of glistening sweat; which
tantalized the skin to the nth degree of sensuousness; as it
enchantingly traversed towards the most hidden corner of the big toe;
and then embraced death,

Writing poetry is like a kingly magnet attracting the most inanimate
objects; and then befriending them forever in a swirl of invincible
togetherness; under the broadest daylight and sinister blackness of
the morbid night,

Writing poetry is like a vivacious rainbow enlightening even the most
drearily lambasted portions of adulterated living kind; with new found
rays of courage; compassion and everlasting hope,

Writing poetry is like pristine white lightening enrapturing the
entire Universe; reducing every trace of sin to infinitesimal ash; and
rekindling every soul towards the path of freshly untainted optimism,

Writing poetry is like an untamed whirlpool reaching its enthralling
crescendo; and devouring everything and anything that came in its
vicinity; into the flames of its unabashed desire,

Writing poetry is like the ebullient scent of virgin mud after showers
of unfettered rain; which evoked life of all shapes; sizes and color
on the Universe; to sing and dance in the timeless rhythm of a united
existence,

Writing poetry is like a cathartic revolution for something to happen
from the wisps of absolute nothingness; so that every ingredient of
the besmirched human atmosphere; started to reverberate with the
pulsations of companionship,

Writing poetry is like the wail of freshly born life; when the cradle
of undefeated innocence bonded one and all alike; in a never before
celebration of infallible newness,

Writing poetry is like the crackling voice of thunder heard at a
distance; tingling the corridors of the mind with mystery
unprecedented; as cloudbursts of rain fervently advance in their
odyssey towards simmering ground,

Writing poetry is like freshly formed globules of golden dew being
dispersed into a boundless more bits of their kind; with every
footstep that voluptuously caresses the blades of sensitive grass,

Writing poetry is like dazzling rays of dawn splitting into zillion
rays of blessed light; illuminating every conceivable cranny of earth;
with the joyously rejoicing power to survive; till destined,

Writing poetry is like a promise made and irrefutably adhered to till
the end of life; upon the foundations of solidarity; truth; friendship
and most importantly the religion of humanity,

Writing poetry is like a nightingale humming the sweetest songs of its
life; every day a different tune; but with an unhindered intensity
which kept proliferating leaps and bounds; till the time it existed,

Writing poetry is like an undefeated zealous wave; which rose yet
again; victoriously undulating and high towards blue sky; even after
being reduced to nothingness- clashing against the merciless grey
rocks,

Writing poetry is like uninhibitedly dancing upon every chance that
life offered; expending every ounce of trapped frustration in the
nerve wrecked body; to blend in impregnable oneness with the
fathomless atmosphere,

Writing poetry is like falling deeper and deeper into the valley of
Immortal love; a love which made you feel alive without a grain of
food in your body; as it became your sole reason; elixir; direction
and adventure to survive….

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HOW WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO WELCOME GOD ON DIWALI ?

2008-11-02T17:24:00.001+05:30

HOW WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO WELCOME GOD ON DIWALI ?

With the footprints of brotherhood that you left when you embraced one
and all--- OR With venomous bellows of nonchalant smoke which
diabolically tarnished his pristine atmosphere?

With the song of peace that you hummed from the innermost realms of
your heart---OR With inexplicable misery that you inflicted upon
boundless with the hideous noise of bombs exploding on every nook;
corner and street?

With the magical wand of your friendship which transcended over every
caste; creed; religion and tribe---OR With hurling cacophonic rockets
at each other with the angst to kill ostensibly radiating from your
bloodshot eyes?

With the ardor in your breath to exist in a perfect symbiosis with
your fellow human being and the environment---OR With umpteen number
of your sleazy bedlam bulbs that you stuck to innocent trees to
torture their body---on spurious pretext of illuminating the air
around?

With a fresh dawn of creativity in your veins to evolve tomorrows of
new-found hope----OR With garishly parasitic rolling fire-balls which
caused many a car and innocuous life to explode in flames; as it
unwittingly trespassed their way?

With a noble spirit to part with your wealth for the assistance of all
those rendered roofless--- OR With spitting incoherent abuses on his
priceless environment as your sinister looking cracker floundered to
burst?

1..........

HOW WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO WELCOME GOD ON DIWALI?

With the feeling of being just a piece of nothing infront of his
Omnipresent aura--- OR With mercilessly beheading trees left; right
and center; in order to pave a clear way to welcome spurious
dignitaries who wanted bangs and smoke?

With the sacred vow of eternal companionship you took for every of his
created living beings--- OR With simmering vindication in your soul as
you torched the virgin sands of time with worthless sparklers swaying
insidiously in your palms?

With due obeisance in your eyes for his unshakably Omnipotent
fragrance--- OR With innumerable holes that you'd dug in the belly of
his earth; just in order to erect your shops selling bombs and
explosives of the most denigrating degree?

With the oneness of his creation proudly sparkling from every inch of
your persona--- OR With every of your valiant bone sadistically
succumbing to the commands of the devil---who simply couldn't wait for
you to ignite his amorphously deafening bomb?

With resolving to make the mantra of 'live and let live' the rhythm of
your life---OR With playing the filthiest of politics to burn one sect
of the society into flames; and become the sanctimonious unsung hero
of others; to leapfrog towards your blood-stained throne?

With being a harbinger of peace to unite every bereaved soul into a
valley of love---OR With indulging into vandalism of the highest
order; as you banged explosive shells into breathing grass to release
the inexplicable frustration of your fists?

2..........

HOW WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO WELCOME GOD ON DIWALI?

With simple 'diyas (lamps)' of love; compassion; truth in your homes
and all across your heart--- OR With dousing the entire harmless
street with petrol and then lighting the matchstick to witness it
disintegrate into bits of worthless nothingness and flames?

With a scepter of righteousness in your chest and unflinching stride
which shunted all lies--- OR With a manipulatively farcical bunch of
friends who laughed till death as they viewed millions of bombs
produce a diabolical crackle in the heavenly night?

With a mission to conserve and nourish his unbridled environment with
your very own breath and till your death--- OR With shooing every
helpless bird and animal on the streets as you struck them with misery
after misery of demonic smoke and ear-shattering sound?

With a pledge to follow the Religion of Humanity; the only religion he
guided you to follow; till the time you existed---OR With dead human
bodies and corpses on your shoulders---which you hadn't deliberately
killed; but were a victim of your riotously carefree fire-cracker
splurge?

With kneeling down to his Omniscient holy spirit and asking for
forgiveness for every of your erroneously human misdeed---OR With
devastating every bit of his sacrosanct earth with rancid fire---only
to show to the world the multiple varieties of bombs and explosives
you'd spent on to make merry in the dead?

Well. Well. Well. I'll leave you to answer these questions on your
own--- as we've all been blessed with a conscience; heart; soul and
spirit to immortally love; by the same God who is one for all of us….

And whilst you do so; All I'll do is pray to him; that you take the
right decision this time and everytime; as we gear up to celebrate a
very happy Diwali and prosperous New Year…

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Are you ready to fulfill the Tree's last wish ???

2008-10-24T17:32:00.001+05:30

Are you ready to fulfill the Tree's last wish ???

You unsparingly spat leftovers of your food on its innocent body---yet
the same tree granted you the most tranquil contentment under its
branches; as the afternoon glare fiercely torched even the last bone
of your creaking spine,

You ruthlessly plucked a plentiful of its leaf without any reason or
rhyme---yet the same tree enamored you with boundless an untold story;
as you slumped your entire weight in tiredness; across its majestic
trunk,

You barbarously scratched it to express frustration for your penurious
life--- yet the same tree healed even the most inexplicably bleeding
of your wounds; as you perched in its magical shadow which radiated
immortal love,

You inhumanely dug a countless nails into its body to hang your
belongings--- yet the same tree stood like an infallible fortress
between you and the storm; perpetuating nothing but rejuvenating
friendship into every pore of your frigidly shivering skin,

You insidiously drilled a hole through it to keep sight of your
enemy---- yet the same tree transformed each of its tears into
blessings just for you; to give you new direction and fortitude to
righteously pursue chapters of a truthful life,

You venomously reduced it into a practice punching bag as you pummeled
its form with your daily morning kicks and blows--- yet the same tree
imparted supreme enlightenment to your waveringly beleaguered vision;
with its entrenchment of vivacious green,

You insanely emptied all brutal lead in your gun into its unflinching
body as it served as the best target range---- yet the same tree
provided royal shelter in its top branches to your trembling form; as
you hurriedly scampered up to escape the satanic wolves,

You cannibalistically slit its throat an umpteen times to crackle up
your night with that quintessential firewood---yet the same tree
welcomed you with the most everlasting embrace of its swishing arms
and leaf; as every of your beguilingly merciless kin had deserted you
to die of solitude,

You vindictively defecated; vomited; urinated at its stem; to show you
give a damn—yet the same tree blessed and showered you with a festoon
of feathers; leaves; raindrops and goodness; with every single draught
of gusty wind; and made you feel like an ultimate prince,

You diabolically whipped it with your waist-belt and walking stick to
release the volcanic energy of your numb shoulder and palm---yet the
same tree befriended you with kisses of love; as you clung to it like
a child when the devastating earthquake struck,

You hurled on it every abuse you'd learnt in the process of your life
as you knew it hadn't the power to retaliate---yet the same tree gave
you the ultimate pillow to sleep on every night in its compassionately
protruding roots; when the hole in your tattered pockets grew larger
by the minute,

You indiscriminately butchered its body many a time to get rid of
unkempt weeds that loitered your spurious courtyard---yet the same
tree blossomed once again in due course of time taking its strength
from mother earth; only to bless you with that everlasting shade; cool
and mid-summer siesta,

You ominously inscribed many an enthusing shape on its body with your
knife only to woo your girlfriend to profess---yet the same tree saw
to it that your friendship immortalized into the truest of love;
courtesy its now gruesomely bleeding countenance split into livid
rags,

You tyrannically subjected it to all kinds of electricity; just to
assert how ingeniously you'd proved that it too had life---yet the
same tree gave you a roof for your house when it'd blown away;
chivalrously gave you its fruit to eat when your bowels were on the
verge of spewing famished blood,

You belligerently stripped it of all its flower every morning to
empower your flower shop with its lifeless roots and scent---yet the
same tree gave you that much missing whistle in your monotonous
existence; tantalizing you to fantasize about all goodness on this
fathomless planet,

You sadistically burnt every bit of its charm on the spurious pretext
that ghosts were stuck to it---yet the same tree once again evolved
into a kingly assortment of flowers; leaves and silken branch; to
comfort you in your bizarre sadness and prove that it was nothing but
nature's ultimate gift to all mankind,

You greedily snatched its newborn tendrils each day to farcically
brush the already shines whites of your teeth--- yet the same tree
bore the brunt of every heinous sword; stone and bomb on its naked
body; singlehandedly wading off the fanatic mob; invincibly guarding
you as you snored,

You unthinkably let countless of it felled down to read your books on
lavish paper instead of switching over to e-books--- yet the same tree
continued to enlighten your nostrils with its scent of a united earth;
as you fancily flipped through your novel pages extracted from its
pristine bark,

And even as you were about to criminally extricate it from its very
roots to make way for your new dwelling----the tree only asked you to
fulfill its final wish---that was to plant it at some place else;
where it'd once again catch root by the grace of God----continue to
bless you with unsurpassable cisterns of luck; happiness; contentment;
fantasy; shade and charm as it blossomed up towards blue sky,

So are you ready to forgive it as it had also forgiven you a countless
times; Are you ready to fulfill the Tree's one last wish ???

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That I was Blind

2008-09-23T21:46:00.000+05:30

" That I was blind " - A poem to sensitize those with eye-sight towards those who are blind....

Outside; the Sun fire-lit every sagging bit of nerve and adulterated
soil; into an unparalleled wind of optimism; blazing into dynamic
freshness,
For me though; the blackness grew even more disconcerting than ever;
slowly crippling all my dimensions of beauty and charm--- a blackness
which rendered my existence into hysteric sadness with no respite….

Outside; the leaves blossomed into sparkling freshness from their
tender buds; as mists of desire not only kissed them; but gave them
the tenacity to lead a fulsome life,
For me though; the blackness pierced more ominously than a zillion
smoldering thorns; leading me to dungeons of despair---a blackness
which made me lose my way everytime I tread with new-found hope on
rustic soil…

Outside; there was unimaginably fervent hustle-bustle as people of all
color; caste; creed; race and religion---jostled helter-skelter in the
rat race of survival of the fittest,
For me though; the blackness spun its web of disdainful loneliness
till the last grain of my fantasy---a blackness which made me shunt
every fabric of society in a baseless apprehension of cold rejection….

Outside; there swirled festivity of all gigantic size and proportion;
with crackling thunder and white lightening of the sky; giving people
more reason to uninhibitedly cheer,
For me though; the blackness metamorphosed every piece of my
creativity into color of the morbid grave----a blackness which made me
miserably writhe and flounder in the most primary of duties towards
life…

Outside; the shadows grew dismally taller and smaller depending on
shades of the majestic day; as it earnestly gave way to an even more
royally spell-binding and sensuous night,
For me though; the blackness made every joyous bit of existence a
squandering non-existence---a blackness which made me worse than a
new-born infant reaching out to a mother; sibling or hand
everytime---only to find empty space…

Outside; the planet behaved at gay abandon; throwing a spirit of
untamed adventure to the winds; as it dared to take the path
unexplored and experience the mystical vibrations of the unknown,
For me though; the blackness crucified every inscrutable imagery into
ashes of nothingness; a decrepit blackness that had rendered every
tear drop of mine to being merely called 'saline'….

Outside; undulating waves of the ocean rose more and more euphorically
towards the profoundness of the sky; as ravishing storms and thunder
kissed its emerald water,
For me though; the blackness diabolically cursed with the most
intolerable of stench—a blackness which was a wall worse than jail;
painstakingly dissolving me into a hell of dreaded hatred….

Outside; people leapt out of bed at the most evanescent crackle of
dawn; full of undaunted ebullience to start afresh and with pride in
their souls; leaving the chapters of erroneously faltering past well
behind,
For me though; the blackness sinfully rendered every instant of life
howsoever past; present or future as just the same; a blackness which
made me stagnate into wretched gloom as I haplessly groped to find the
edge of my bed….

Outside; boundless civilizations of all living kind relished intricate
varieties of food; huddled together to form their own inimitable
chains for hearty 'Breakfast'; succulent 'Lunch' and sumptuous
'Dinner',
For me though; the blackness discarded me like a chunk of orphaned
feces in busiest of streets; a blackness which at times made my
trembling hands feed my ears; eyes and forehead; if they were the
slightest occupied in finding a place for me to sit…

Outside; the globe changed everyday by the power of unduplicated
imagination; as a united mass of living beings dared to envision;
empower and enlighten with their mysticism extraordinaire,
For me though; the blackness hissed the ugliness of despairing
extinction; a blackness that made me perceive every space on this
planet as a miserably Lost World…

Outside; there eternally continued the chapters of effulgent life and
inevitable death; till the time God commanded this earth to
symbiotically exist,
For me though; the blackness heinously tightened its grip around my
neck; a blackness which made me feel as if traversing alive like a
meaningless corpse and being lambasted by the mortuaries of death….

No No. Before you start presuming me to be the worst kind of jinxed
human existing. Let me tell you that I wasn't any of the sort.

As the truth was far more unbearably unfortunate. That I was Blind.

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The Terrorists…

2008-09-05T19:30:00.000+05:30

The Terrorists…

They belonged to no religion. As they solely surrendered to the
religion of the devil--- which ruthlessly beheaded countless innocent;
infirm and freshly born; in the name of sacred Lord Almighty,

They belonged to no color. As they solely pledged to the color of the
devil—which wanted to invidiously incarcerate every effervescent shade
of life; into the gallows of hopeless and haplessly stymied black,

They belonged to no territory. As they solely blended with the
territory of the devil---which satanically wanted to snatch; maim;
bombard and eventually merge every blissful corner of mother earth
into its graveyards of inconsolable blood,

They belonged to no language. As they solely hissed the language of
the devil---which inexhaustibly plundered; rebuked and abused the
fabric of humanity and nicety; with the jinx of baseless sacrifice and
the corpse,

They belonged to no mindset. As they solely clung to the mindset of
the devil—which unthinkably yearned to build the most glittering
castles of Gold on the foundations of innocuous bone; gory blood and
life distorted to amorphous pulp,

They belonged to no atmosphere. As they solely salivated in the
atmosphere of the devil---which tirelessly feasted all night and day
on the stench of innocent blood---drinking; lavishing and languishing
in it to lead life Kingsize,

They belonged to no roots. As they solely squandered in the roots of
the devil---which executed the most terrorizing acts on all living
kind---praying to the sight of fanatically splattered blood and
shattered skull; to give them the power to survive,

They belonged to no category. As they solely rotted in the category of
the devil---which wanted to rule the planet clamped in a spurious
little incapacitated fist; assassinating every source of life with
treacherously lame cowardice,

They belonged to no caste. As they solely clung to the caste of the
devil—which forlornly stymied every vibrant form of emerging life;
laughed at how easily humans disintegrated into boundless bits at the
tiniest of dastardly provocation,

They belonged to no character. As they solely spoke the character of
the devil—which believed the best integrity and the best survival was
in rising above every conceivable soul on earth; if not by hook then
by hideous crook,

They belonged to no government. As they solely stagnated in the
government of the devil—which barbarously chopped off fingers, hands;
feet; veins; limbs and throats of bountiful humans at the tiniest of
error; and in order to assert sanctimonious superiority,

They belonged to no soil. As they solely sputtered in the soil of the
devil---which constituted the granules of all hell; dungeons after
dungeons of children who lay dead---just to affirm some hell of a
non-existent sadistic strength,

They belonged to no Church; Temple; Monastery or Mosque. As they
solely wept in the mortuary of the devil---inexhaustibly wanting to
metamorphose the trajectory of this planet into insipid ash; the
sinful veil of the bloodstained corpse,

They belonged to no definition. As they solely endorsed the definition
of the devil—which was out on a rampage to plunder Mother earth and
its children as much as it could; taking ultimate refuge within realms
of the fetid carcass,

They belonged to no village. As they solely inhabited the village of
the devil----where each abode was a unbearably shrieking tombstone;
and the clothes that everyone wore were sequined with chopped tongues;
limbs and unfinished desire,

They belonged to no forest. As they solely rummaged through the forest
of the devil---where all that was seen and heard was bellows of
ghoulish smoke and agonizing scream; where life was insidiously
sacrificed at the altar to immortalize the self,

They belonged to no heart. As they solely slaved in the heart of the
devil---which was nothing but a gorge of inexplicable sinking
drudgery; and continued to meaninglessly exist without the most
insouciant of beats,

They belonged to no face. As they solely deteriorated in the face of
the devil---which constituted of the most ridiculously non-existent
vacuum; that thrived on the curses given by everyone of those that
he'd tortured and kept doing so,

Hey ! Wait a minute; they were children of the same God as you and me
were allright. Because after all God owns the entire Universe and all
its Life,

But they chose to follow the path of the devil against God's wishes.
They were infact what every single one of us in the world today
hatefully addressed by the word "Terrorists"….

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Becoming one in Mind; Body and Spirit-As the Sunlight Kissed…

2008-08-31T11:02:00.000+05:30

Becoming one in Mind; Body and Spirit-As the Sunlight Kissed…

As it kissed the frigidly shriveled leaves of the tree; they suddenly
simmered with boisterous currents of rhapsodic life; abruptly ending
the era of all that was rotten with adulterated man-made filth,

As it kissed the lackadaisically stagnant swamps of water; they
suddenly metamorphosed into a fantabulous effervescent river; charming
one and all with its undulating ripples of unparalleled ecstasy,

As it kissed the sullenly polluted particles of dust; they suddenly
became the most poignantly enthralling breeze of victory; mesmerizing
living kind of all ages and shapes with the freshness of priceless
life,

As it kissed the rocks miserably eroded with ominous bomb; they
suddenly stood with their chests unflinching and high; with an
alacrity now undefeated by any sinful artificial man or machine,

As it kissed the parsimonious layers of brutally pulverized soil;
they suddenly transformed into an uninhibited womb of procreation;
now feeling relieved of all angst; fertilizer and robotized greed,

As it kissed the disdainfully trembling roots of the tree; they
suddenly started to glow in anticipation of a fearless next life;
forming the most blissful bonds of perpetuity with royal crusts of
sacrosanct soil,

As it kissed the lividly lame weeds aimlessly squandering on the
ocean; they suddenly sprang up with an untamed leap towards the sky;
saluting the Almighty Divine with every euphoric rise of the frosty
wave,

As it kissed the silken webs shattered by barbarous prejudices of man;
they suddenly coalesced together in the most perfect rhyme of all
times; with each of their strand being an everlasting testimonial to
the spirit of a united living kind,

As it kissed the sinister dungeons fretting and fuming in labyrinths
of dark; they suddenly blazed in the full fervor of optimistic
existence; yearning to lead each instant of life with an untiring
exuberance to embrace and not to jail,

As it kissed the pockets of clouds scattered into a boundless bits;
they suddenly radiated in the true Omnipotent Light of the Lord;
blessing an infinite raindrops of goodness upon every deplorably
estranged territory of planet divine,

As it kissed the eyeballs submerged into a corpse of gruesome
blackness; they suddenly experienced the unparalleled fieriness to
conquer each aspect of holistic existence; with the rays of
compassion; peace; love and truth,

As it kissed the wavering eerie mists of the penalizing night; they
suddenly beamed into a whole new chapter of a brilliantly lit
tomorrow; whose rays enlightened the entire planet to unite in threads
of perennial friendship,

As it kissed the non-existent shadow of the raunchily marauding
devils; they suddenly entered the scepter of a new-found blessed life;
whose aura of immortal love vanquished every trace of sin & lies--
forever and ever and ever,

As it kissed the umpteen blades of squeamishly fetid moist grass; they
suddenly started to emanate the scent of victory; miraculously rising
in unison towards the heaven---in the most vibrantly united fortress
of green,

As it kissed the irately squabbling religions of Hinduism; Islam;
Christianity; Buddhism---they suddenly became the most bountifully
unconquerable religion of humanity—a religion which was made for one
and all by the Omnipresent Lord Divine,

As it kissed the woefully wounded---wailing every moment to somehow
escape the grave; they suddenly levitated into bits of open blue sky;
united hand in hand under just one Omnipotent Light of truth from the
Creator,

As it kissed perverted minds rampantly ravaging the fabric of
impeccable humanity; they suddenly started to resound in the song of
togetherness and calm; charring most insouciant iota of devilry to the
invisible ashes,

And as the "Sunlight" simultaneously kissed my heart whilst kissing
all of the above; I suddenly became one in mind; body; spirit and
till the very last breath of my existence; with every element of the
atmosphere; earth; sky and Universe around me; and with every single
one of them…

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YES…

2008-08-12T18:01:00.000+05:30

Do I write poetry to be in due obeisance of the Omnipotent Lord and
his perpetual Universe of effervescent creations; admire his
Omniscient glory which destined every life- beyond every science could
ever dare to be or do?

Do I write poetry to slacken the strings of my otherwise frenetically
estranged heart; so that it commenced to sing the tunes of the most
bountifully mellifluous of an existence?

Do I write poetry to admire the fathomless terrains of lush green
grass and bizarre barrenness alike; which maneuvered my brain to
perceive of the stark candidness of God's inscrutable creation?

Do I write poetry to languish in the aisles of unfettered desire;
fantasy and charm; as the ruthless monotony of the betraying planet
got more and more sinfully robotized outside?

Do I write poetry to celestially mollify the agony of my restlessly
bohemian fingers; which inherently felt that the best shape they could
ever give to blessed life-was in the form of surreal tantalizing
words?

Do I write poetry to paint the canvas of this triumphantly undying
Universe in an ocean of alphabets; all of ravishing sizes; shapes and
forms to evolve the most royally vivid moments and memories of all
times?

Do I write poetry to tantalize every cranny of the living brain to
dream beyond realms of the unknown; take a much deserved break from
the rigmarole of survival and astoundingly levitate to the hilt of the
fantasy clouds?

Do I write poetry to metamorphose every soul inflamed in abhorrent
terrorism and gloom; into an evergreen field of miraculous flowers
which forever bloomed into the mists of love?

Do I write poetry to perennially tingle the chords of a flagrantly
dying imagination; to rise high and handsome from the fetid corpse and
emboss the definition of a whole new optimistic dawn with the imprint
of humanity?

Do I write poetry to grant even the most infinitesimal droplet of
sweat of my flailing form; the status of a King; a King who crafts his
own kingdom of desire with the insatiable intensity of his existence?

Do I write poetry to make love to every organism symbiotically alive;
as the poetic waterfall of infallible beauty; unflinchingly rose above
every circumcised definition of caste; creed; religion; color and
tribe—forever bonding with a united singleton mass of love?

Do I write poetry to rhapsodically transport into golden days of
childhood; bring out that very untamed freshness of innocuous creation
in every piece of verse that timeslessly yearns to trace its
quintessential roots?

Do I write poetry to do justice to the best asset of my life; which I
intrinsically believe has been bestowed upon me by the Omnipresent
Lord; and which I wanted to pursue since my very first fiery breath?

Do I write poetry to find what they called heavenly paradise after
death; right here in the throes of castrated confusion and sadistic
war; rampantly ravaging through the divinely fabric of mother soil?

Do I write poetry to pursue the inevitable magnetic pull towards every
nerve of my beleaguered persona; which solely led me into the
corridors of panoramic fantasy reigning supreme till the very end?

Do I write poetry to express the innermost feelings of my soul in the
most articulate manner possible; when whatever other expression that I
leaned upon-- seemed a complete insane balderdash to the planet
outside?

Do I write poetry to woo the most horrendous of my foes to perpetually
unite with me; then undauntedly surge forward with them together to
befriend every despairing shadow out there; in the blessed cradle of
our love?

Do I write poetry to give back to the globe all the goodness that it
copiously sprinkled on me; made me feel worthwhile and alive whilst
finding my own foothold on ground; which by God's grace was the very
foundation for all these poetic lines?

Do I write poetry to experience being the richest man alive till times
beyond infinity; irrespective of whether the markets rose or fall;
irrespective of whether there was a cloth on my body or not---simply
and solely based on the power of my effulgent thought?

Do I write poetry to live and to die without the tiniest of
hesitation; treat both these aspects of unimpeachable existence
wondrously alike; and as the ultimate gifts from the heaven of the
Almighty Divine?

Well Well. Some of you would kill me or let me live irrespective of my
saying a "Yes" or "No" to all of the above….

So let me just "Live" or "Die" –whatever's destined---by holding my
head high and equal amongst you. And say what I've always wanted to
say. "YES".

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I'd keep loving you; till the end of this life…

2008-06-09T00:29:00.002+05:30

I fervently admired you; because you admired God; lived each instant of your life ineffably wonderstruck at the beauty of his limitless creation; the unparalleled charisma that radiated from each element of his atmosphere,

I timelessly sought you; because you sought God; made him your only shoulder to lean upon; in your times of inexplicable duress as well as when you spiraled high and handsome in the clouds of invincible happiness,

I relentlessly imagined you; because you imagined God; let your mind devotedly wander in the realms of his fathomless Omnipotent Light; without the most inconspicuous iota of the devil pillaging in,

I devoutly followed you; because you followed God; choosing the most irrefutably honest pathways of existence; though it meant going through an ordeal more traumatizing than what hell could be,

I uninhibitedly kissed you; because you kissed God; hugging his idol of simpleton medieval stone; but which had the unfathomable power of demolishing and recreating this world an infinite times,

I irrevocably believed you; because you believed God; accepted everything and anything unfurling around you as a part of impoverished destiny; and only in the betterment of this majestic planet and its good,

I inexhaustibly cherished you; because you cherished God; found the ultimate mantra of living life to the fullest and in harmony with mother nature; in every current of wind that enveloped your stride,

I inevitably found you; because you found God; not beyond the horizons beyond your pragmatic reach; but in every bit of compassionately humanitarian goodness that you displayed to each of your fellow living kind,

I quintessentially felt you; because you felt God; in every ounce of the boundless atmosphere and earth around; since it functioned and flourished at solely his eternal commands; and he was its unconquerably Omnipresent Creator,

I unhesitatingly beseeched you; because you beseeched God; asked him above anyone else on this unceasing earth; to grant you with the tenacity to live and let live each inimitably priceless moment of life,

I wholeheartedly trusted you; because you trusted God; looked ardently forward to every optimistic dawn to grant you with the reinvigorated vigor of life; make the beats of your existence dance to the tunes of Creator Divine,

I untiringly related to you; because you related to God; bonding with his unassailably Omniscient spirit for times immemorial; when even the thickest of your family and blood related kin had ruthlessly abandoned you,

I passionately sketched you; because you sketched God; endeavoring your very best to embed even an infinitesimal fraction of his Universe's beauty on the desolate canvas of your heart; till the time he destined you to live,

I crisply saluted you; because you saluted God; humbly nestling those palms against the forehead and towards the ever-pervading heavens; at every single opportunity that you got to thank him for this bountiful life,

I wholeheartedly invited you; because you invited God; as the first and last symbol of unshakable power and splendor-- to bless every philanthropic expedition of life; that you commenced upon,

I fearlessly spoke to you; because you spoke to God; confiding in him the most insouciant apprehension of your heart; when the globe outside had turned a brutal deaf ear; and blackmailed you at the slightest opportunity that came their way,

I undyingly worshipped you; because you worshipped God; abnegating the entire material wealth of this planet; if it came in your way of kneeling in due and unhindered obeisance at his Omnipresent feet,

I immortally loved you; because you loved God; abruptly walking out on everything that you'd assimilated and inherently related to you; to forever bond with his heavenly light of impregnable truth,

But believe me. Even if you weren't all of the above and were a non-believer of God from the core of your heart----I would still love you as much.

Because whether you believe in God or not; I resolutely believe that it was only God who's created everything on earth---including atheists like you. And being one of his infinite son's it is my duty to love, respect, adore and befriend each of his creations---though sadly they be against him. And thus I'd keep loving you irrespective; till the end of this lifetime….

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If there was anything that could bite a man

2008-06-09T00:28:00.001+05:30

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
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…

(c)(R)copyright by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.

Man-The Biggest Hypocrite…

2008-06-09T00:27:00.000+05:30

He thanked the simmering rays of the Sun from the innermost realms of
his heart; for compassionately befriending his every heartlessly
chilly winter morning,
Whilst the same man unrelentingly abused the same Sun for transforming
him into a gutter of disdainful sweat; as the peak of afternoon crept
by and he trespassed his terrace barefoot…

He thanked the voluptuous puffs of clouds for permeating each instant
of his otherwise bedraggled day; with unparalleled fantasies of
desire; charm and inseparable longing,
Whilst the same man viciously abused the same clouds for bruising him
beyond repair; as he stumbled into the valley shouting for his life;
losing his footing into the velvety fading light….

He thanked the tree to no end for providing him the most blissful
shade of his life; wading all his worries to an eternal rest as he
uninhibitedly slept on its motherly trunk,
Whilst the same man intransigently abused the same tree for becoming
an infuriating hindrance; as he frantically searched for his beloved
amidst the fathomless network of forest grapevines; branches; stalks
and leaf….

He thanked the gigantic waves till his last trace of voice; for
rhythmically lifting his boat high and handsome towards the sky; with
poetically vivacious strokes galore,
Whilst the same man bawdily abused the same waves for betraying him as
he sank to the rock bottom of the ocean with his boat; suddenly not
able to withstand the undefeated flamboyancy of the waves anymore….

He thanked the surreally silent night with all his might; for giving
him that much needed inevitable reprieve from the vagaries of this
planet; where every robotic morning of worry led him to think only
suicide,
Whilst the same man unsparingly abused the same night for rendering
him in a state of abject loneliness; deserting him in fear of being
indiscriminately robbed as he incoherently babbled with the winds….

He thanked the unflinchingly straight walls with tears of gratitude in
his eyes; for being his best and most faithful companion; as he talked
to them when the entire world shunted and made parodies of his
eccentric delights,
Whilst the same man vindictively abused the same walls for badly
bruising his nose and imprisoning him till eternity; each time he
tried to run and feel the fresh atmosphere; outside….

He thanked the fathomless desert for triggering his imagination to the
most unprecedented limits; as the endless expanse of golden sands made
him a spontaneous artist filled with prolific joy of the living kind,
Whilst the same man inconsolably abused the same desert for making him
completely lose his moorings; hopelessly stranding him amidst a
labyrinth of only dust; as he winced to take on the force of one of
his chilliest nights….

He thanked the gustily blowing wind with open arms; for soaring his
kite like the ultimate magician up into bits of limitless sky; as his
fingers swayed to the tunes of the ardently charged string,
Whilst the same man inexorably abused the same wind for ruthlessly
pushing him to a racy death---100 floors down his building; as it blew
just a trifle too harder for his comfort and his foot inadvertently
tripped….

He thanked the triumphantly scintillating glass for honestly
portraying every contour of his personality; as he stood up with
integrity on his hard earned patch of soil,
Whilst the same man implacably abused the same glass for making him an
inferior societal neglect; as it reflected scores of other thousands
of beings more beautiful than him; and he now prepared himself to lead
a life ahead full of misery; self-destruction and gloom…

He thanked the virgin streaks of white lightening for igniting the
most dormant arenas of his brain; leading him to discover the
inexplicably mysterious world beyond the mundane,
Whilst the same man horrifically abused the same lightening for
reducing him into bits of invisibly ludicrous ash; as he stood a bit
longer under it to admire it in its full and untamed glory…

He thanked the tumultuously pelting drops of sensuous rain with
passionate folded palms; for blessing every disastrously parched nerve
of his with rhapsodic delight ,
Whilst the same man barbarously abused the same rain for indefinitely
stranding him within four walls; as the incessant downpour
exasperatingly cut his every feasible link with the commercial globe
outside…

He thanked the boundlessly dense forests for allowing him to discover
his quintessential roots; as he let the seductive spray of the dew
evoke memories of the supernatural and beyond; in the spectacularly
star-studded night,
Whilst the same man remorsefully abused the same forests for making
him a wastrel wanderer; slapping the tag of a good-for-nothing
eccentric recluse into his now mysteriously groping eyes…

He thanked the compassionate woman living with him for making him feel
complete in every aspect of his existence; transcending his every
desire beyond the zenith of fulfillment,
Whilst the same man cruelly abused the same woman for circumscribing
his life into realms of responsibility; rendering him a mere puppet to
fulfill his worldly duties bereft of all spice; after a while…

You know why. Because every Man on earth; myself included; is the
biggest Hypocrite.

(c)(R)copyright Nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.

A Woman's World…

2008-04-13T21:00:00.002+05:30

If a man was born out of a woman's divinely womb; after tossing;
turning and kicking helplessly for 9 agonizingly marathon months;
before tasting the first beams of light of the alien world,

If a man suckled life-yielding milk; comfort; and compassion; from the
bosom of a woman; in order to perseveringly fortify each of his
bone--to face the ghastly wrath of the parasitic planet outside,

If a man wailed in a woman's eclectically sensitive palms in his times
of duress; felt their latent warmth as the most invincible fortress;
even as the worst of hell descended on earth,

If a man fervently licked his fingers clean time and again; savoring
the most succulently ravishing meals on earth even in his dreams;
prepared by the artistically virile woman,

If a man flirted and philandered with a woman in iridescent twilight;
in order to grant his veins the most tantalizingly unparalleled
exhilaration that ever existed; in order to profoundly realize the
glory of his untamed youth,

If a man kissed a woman with every ounce of passion that existed in
each ingredient of his blood; in order to perpetually feel the
quintessential reason of existence; as two souls royally blended to
become one,

If a man took inimitably unflinching pride in introducing a woman as
his better-half partner for life; thereby demonstrating his perfect
symbiosis with nature and winning the unanimous applause of one and
all around,

If a man started to work everyday with reinvigorated vigor to conquer
life and its uncanny hardships; thanks to the fearlessly inspiring
smile of a woman and the power of faith in her resplendent eyes,

If a man desperately sought a beautiful woman's face amidst a
boundless crowd of other men; to enlighten his otherwise wretchedly
remorseful evening with the clouds of effervescent desire,

If a man resorted to the sensuous caress of a magnetic
woman--shrugging millions of the currency coin; only to feel the
ultimate magic of exhaling in princely desire and unconquerably alive,

If a man desperately shouted the name of the woman who brought him to
the world even before he remembered God; at the tiniest attack of the
salaciously crucifying devil,

If a man squeaked worse than an orphaned rat infront of a woman's
door; to forgive him as night fell and he frantically needed a
shoulder to cry upon—as the mosquitoes of worldly commercialism chased
him down to the last hole,

If a man considered a woman his most eternally unshakable companion;
to uninhibitedly blend with his feminist fears and tears; understand
his sensitive soul to the hilt--like no-one else could ever
comprehend,

If a man needed a woman to trigger an infinite colors and spectrums of
desire; in his otherwise robotically routine business night; where all
that was otherwise visible was plaintive cigarette smoke; tie; whisky;
dubious collapse of stocks; and unbearable strife,

If a man depended on a woman to articulately assemble and sift through
his disorganized life; make him feel more responsible in the chapter
of existence; as he refreshingly marched forward with a purpose to
serve back his own world,

If a man embraced a woman for bondings more immortal than an infinite
more physical lives and veritable deaths; totally unfettered as the
planet viciously abused him; locked in the arms of her ever-pervading
love,

If a man secretly wanted to be fed every morsel of his food by a woman
just like in innocuous childhood; in order to forever revel in the
love and glory of the very best that life in its most pristinely form;
had to ever offer,

If a man wholesomely leaned upon a woman to continue his race and name
ahead; intransigently feel that the chapter of life had then
eventually revolved a complete circle,

Then why the hell do you call it and rant about it as a 'MANS EARTH'.
For whether you agree or don't agree it always has been and always
would be a 'WOMANS WORLD'….

(c)(R)copyright by Nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.

Go Green…

2008-04-13T21:00:00.001+05:30

"Green" is enchantment unparalleled; transforming every beleaguered
bone on disdainfully crackled earth; into a festoon of undying
replenishment till times beyond eternity,

"Green" is the ultimate magicians wand; perpetuating every speck of
the atmosphere with a tranquil so victorious; that it became the smile
of each symbiotic countenance alive,

"Green" is the most everlastingly compassionate caress of nature
divine; royally accommodating infinite organisms of different shapes,
sizes, color and charm into a blanket of invincible frolic and
togetherness,

"Green" is the most pricelessly inimitable definition of freshness;
incessantly spawning into the undefeated dazzle of optimistic dawn; to
enlighten the entire Universe with the colors of brilliant newness,

"Green" is every sore eye's perpetual delight; wholesomely shrugging
off every wretched insinuation of monotonous commercialism; with the
effervescent new-born foliage of earth divine,

"Green" is the most supremely mollifying tonic to the incarcerated
soul; alleviating the most inconspicuous of its sorrow with undying
enigmatic whispers; which reverberated till beyond the infinite,

"Green" is the most fragrantly uninhibited dance of every organism
alive; as the unsurpassable buckets of rain; pelted unfettered from
the belly of fathomless sky,

"Green" is the most pristine shade of prosperity at its unbelievable
hilt; shimmering like a new born child replete with only happiness in
every flamboyant ray of the sun and the equally royally moonlit night,

"Green" is the destiny which never ever dies; astoundingly
proliferating into a boundless landscapes of blooming life; which made
the most parasitic robots as the greatest poets till as long as God's
earth survived,

"Green" symbolizes the most blissfully perfect truce between austere
white and diabolical black; where the winds of majestic moderation
transit every living being to the paths of bountiful righteousness,

"Green" nullifies the very non-existent roots of anarchic depression;
profoundly enthralling one and all in the neighborhood with the
tantalizing vivaciousness of a fairy; who'd descended down solely to
magnetize rustic soil,

"Green" evokes unconquerable desire in every ingredient of the blood;
to be one and in perfect unison with Mother nature; let the unbridled
beauty of her endless creations harness every aspect of impoverished
existence,

"Green" makes you the most unabashed artist alive; as you
bewilderingly fathom for the starting point and the horizons; on the
infinite canvas of the Lord's panoramic sanctuary,

"Green" makes you the most passionate lover on trajectory of the
endless planet; damning all inhibitions to the corpse as you fervently
rolled into grasslands of desire—breath intermingled with the breath
of your beloved,

"Green" is an ever-pervading rainbow; which charms even the most
deadened of mortuary with its rustle and innocent grace; sprinkling
quintessential ounces of vibrant life wherever it mystically crept,

"Green" is the ultimate harbinger of all peace and unity on the
distraught globe; as it vanquishes every sinister trail of the
barbarously marauding devil; with the freshness of love; creation and
blessed fruits of the divine,

"Green" radiates an unshakable aura of optimism to the farthest
quarter of the world; maintaining the most unbelievably perfect
equilibrium between the sky; the earth and diminutive man trespassing
in-between,

"Green" represents the free spirit of every continent; race; wind and
space under the sky; immortally continuing the chapters of God's
sacred creation; by timelessly proliferating into an infinite more of
its color and kind,

Therefore what are you waiting for. Go Green. Plant a tree in every
barren bit of space that you could lay your hands upon. And then
witness your sown children become the most undivided race of
togetherness; friendship; love and peace; even centuries after you
were dead…

(c)(R)copyright by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.

Miraculously uniting crimson blood….

2008-03-19T23:54:00.001+05:30

As invincible as the peaks of unfathomable Everest; which were the
very first to salute royally Omnipotent sunshine in the center of
undying sky,

As fierily dynamic as the orange ball of Sun; which transcended and
won over the most inconspicuous of misery on this planet; with its
unflinching light,

As compassionately amiable as every draught of whispering wind; which
gave reprieve to every beleaguered traveler around from the myriad
harshness of existence,

As mellifluously tingling as the fresh water forest stream;
unhindered and uninhibited by every sordidly plagued discrepancy of
the distrustfully robotic world,

As resplendently pristine as the bountiful rainbow in azure space;
which inevitably evoked everyone to stroke the paintbrush of
sensitivity on the inexhaustible pathways of life,

As unsurpassable as the victoriously tangy oceans; which affably
fathered and mothered life of every conceivable kind on this planet;
in gigantic recesses of poignantly frothy water,

As sensuously enthralling as every blade of grass sprouting from
mundane soil; tickling the most monstrously hideous of devil into a
reverie of tantalizing newness,

As unbridled as the immaculate pearl hidden deep within the oyster;
dazzling every frigid ounce of despair with optimistic white; even as
blackness tried all the more to wretchedly confiscate all light,

As unabashedly charismatic as the first cries of a newborn child;
which magnetized people of all caste; creed; sizes and shapes into a
close huddle; to witness the most blessed creation of the Almighty
Lord,

As ecstatically fresh as thundershowers of rain charging from the sky;
which bubbled into a newfound effervescent energy of togetherness;
after blending with each ingredient of voluptuous soil,

As eternally rapturous as the unparalleled voice of the nightingale;
which united every single heart in vicinity; with the interminable
tenacity to symbiotically survive in its voice,

As untiringly positive as the nascent rays of dawn; which engulfed
every bit of the Universe with a profoundly robust energy to live once
again; after the gallows of haplessly jinxed death,

As gregariously redolent as the scent of the scarlet rose; which
mollified every speck of traumatized apprehension around with the
embrace of everlasting fantasy,

As fearless as maverick streaks of silver lightening in magical sky;
which quelled every orphaned ingredient of nervous energy in the
atmosphere—with the rustically naked valor to enlighten and survive,

As perseveringly timeless as freshly ploughed fields of mother nature;
which earnestly spawned into fruits of eternal creation till beyond
veritable time; in the face of beauty and apocalyptic devil alike,

As magical as mother earth's copious magnetic energy; which
insuperably drew one and all on the trajectory of the fathomless
planet; into a womb of unassailably divine warmth,

As harmoniously fructifying as golden nectar; which wondrously mended
even the most devastatingly estranged of hearts with the unlimited
sweetness of the Lord's Omnipresent Creation,

As inscrutably alluring as an infinite different pathways on earth;
which led you to an infinite different destinations of charmed
adventure; with all eventually uniting into a singleton mass of life's
undefeated truth,

Was the miraculously life-yielding crimson blood in every living vein;
forever and ever and ever uniting every caste; creed; religion; color;
shape and tribe on God's blessed planet; into the one and only
'Religion of Humanity'….

(c)(R)copyright by Nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.

HOW HIS PLANET BEHAVED, AS THE WIND BLEW

2008-03-19T23:52:00.000+05:30

Newborn leaves shivered in anticipation of unbridled romance;
fantasizing beyond realms of the extraordinary-- in perfect symbiosis
with the fathomless expanse of voluptuous sky,

Boundless blades of untamed grass bent a trifle in ecstatic
submission; fondly reminiscing their journey till date; on the
trajectory of inscrutable planet divine,

Waters in streams sparkled to a profound full radiance; tantalizingly
leaping towards the Sun—in their everpervading desire to shake hands
with its unassailable yellow,

Countless petals swayed flirtatiously across boundaries of penance;
to find their soulmates of everlasting joy; from amidst an unending
firmament of blessed atmosphere,

Fish incarcerated in the deepest realms of sinister green ocean water
rose to the surface; exuberantly darted in directions as unabashed as
the first cry of this earth,

Mountain peaks stood more unflinchingly than ever; accentuating their
valor with all the more unflinching candidness –saluting the first beams of
the Omnipresent Sun,

Unfathomable scores of bumble bees commenced to spawn honey with a
zeal never ever witnessed before; boisterously whispering tales of
their exhilarating air-borne journey---cuddling close in their hives
of friendship,

Passionate fires spread like white lightening at the most
inconspicuous thud of a leaf; stirring the most dolorous bits of
atmosphere to crackle into a whole new Universe of undefeated
freshness,

The creepers most wretchedly entangled in dungeons of limitlessly
plaintive captivity; now stood up straight in unison to chant
simplistic mantras of holistic existence,

Bloodstreams frozen due to tawdry indifference and rebuke; now
inexhaustibly indulged in the most ardent activity of living
uninhibitedly and let live,

The centuries old lifeless tree-trunk suddenly jostled in anticipation
of a brand new dawn; dancing once again to the rhythm of densely
foliated nature divine and quelling an infinite with its mellifluous
shade,

Desperately thwarted caves of gloominess breathed a sigh of heavenly
relief; rejoicing their compassionate tryst with the world outside;
though be it for sporadic moment as destined,

Bygone carcasses rotting times beyond the mortuaries of death- cried
tears of ecstasy full throttle; at the silken touch which
reinvigorated life in one and all; miraculously alike,

Nightingales hummed their sweetest songs all sensuous night and even
in the heart of the sweltering day; perpetually perpetuating the
entire planet with solely the religion of unconquerable oneness,

For once even the most discordant notes of the frog struck a chord
with every beleaguered heart on the planet; bringing shattered lovers
closer to bond with every unshakable sweetness of the soul,

The first showers of thunderous rain not only soaked every perimeter
of parched earth; but diffused the fragrance of their magically
ameliorating wetness to every entity in atmosphere and across; and
till times beyond eternity,

Timeless rainbows in the sky looked like an insuperable captivating
fairy; who this time would never disappear; but would continue to be
the sparkle of every divinely fantasizing eye on the handsome
Universe,

The most irascibly jittery of ants completely forgot to sting and
bite; stretching their diminutive armory of feet into a posture of
utmost relaxation—to eventually transit into a reverie of tracing
their farthest roots,

No. It wasn't God who'd descended on earth for all of the above to
happen. But he'd sent just an infinitesimal draught of wind instead
upon earth; to witness how his unconquerable planet behaved; AS THE
WIND BLEW…

(c)(R)COPYRIGHT BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Kill the Smoke. Stamp the cigarette. Quit smoking forever.

2008-02-20T20:17:00.000+05:30

Before it vindictively enshrouds every pore of your skin; with its despairingly hideous tinges of cancerous yellow,

Before it metamorphoses you into a carcass of nothingness; with even the most amorphous of scarecrow looking more robust than your disastrously haggard flesh,

Before it reduces you to nothing more than a stinking dustbin of worthless dust; making people around you run an infinite distance-the instant you passed sullen air through your lips,

Before it inevitably renders you into a coughing corpse; disdainfully sputtering like a crankily quaint engine without gas; everytime you tried to squeakily mumble your very own name,

Before it coerces your entire persona to rattle like a jinxed saucepan of emptiness; as each of your bones squandered and creaked with insipidity; everytime you dared tread on soil,

Before it unsparingly massacres the bountiful virility in your seeds; leaves you staggering like an impotent moron; who wasn’t even fit to care for an adopted child,

Before it imprisons you forever in its swirl of addictive baselessness; with even the most priceless pearls of love now seeming to be a transient illusionary mist of debilitating decay,

Before it transforms your holistic visions into that of the devil; wanting to do nothing else but spend a life in bizarre isolation; with fathomless bellows of stale wind for breakfast; lunch and dinner,

Before it perpetuates its diabolically bloodshot tinge into the pristine whites of your eye; reducing you from an apostle of happiness to a hapless spirit of the cadaverous graveyard,

Before it miserably trounces your appetite to win- beguiling you with its non-existent witchly stride; doping your otherwise alert brain with severe confusion to traverse even the straightest roads of life,

Before it makes you a fecklessly rejected thorn of the society; for polluting and harming priceless environment around you; with your very own venom laden mouth,

Before it devastates you beyond the point of no return; as you fondly frolicked in the glory of those tensionless childhood days; which now seemed to be getting dimmer and dimmer with each stroke of the helplessly deteriorating night,

Before it horrendously strangulates your lungs with all heaviness that ever existed; making you feel as if you carried the weight of the whole planet; whereas you were now just a pair of crumbling bones all over; as you walked,

Before it annihilates every taste bud of tantalizing freshness in your tongue; transforming you into an into an insane dragon wanting to gobble worthless chunks of desolate deathly fire all the time,

Before it besieges every droplet of your royally persevered sweat with its rotten stench of parasitic gloom; making you feel like a miserable ant waiting to be trampled any instant; even after achieving the entire wealth of the world,

Before it curses you with the onset of lividly emancipating old age in the prime of ebullient youth; as hordes of veritably old men and women hoisted your paperweight frame; for you to do your daily chores,

Before it makes you a blatant outcaste with your very own intestines; which preferred to choke forever into submission; rather than bear the poisonous puff of wind indescribably molesting them,

Before it blows the candles of your mesmerizing life forever; with the horizons of its asphyxiating blackness; which never rose to any fresh dawn or sparkling tomorrow,

Before it painstakingly chars every organ of your beautiful body into the coffins of extinction; with your orphaned black soot then being compared with some of the most lamentful specimens of self-destruction,

Before it makes you an integral part of its thwarted family-- consisting of nothing else but boundless mortuaries of ghosts; spirits and countless other bits of despondent meaninglessness,

Before it takes your holistic spirit far far away from God; as you were not just simply exhaling it; but creating living carriers of cancerous disease all around you; each time you breathed out that tawdrily contaminated air,

Before it insidiously creeps in the form of raw red to the edge of your throat; dissipating into oceans of immeasurable slain blood everytime you stuttered; wheezed and spat,

Before it penalizes you to the most extreme degrees of seclusion; disease; repulsion; abhorrence and death; for just being a wonderful host to that lackadaisically jaded pipe like structure with your lips,

Save your life. Kill the Smoke. Stamp the cigarette. Quit smoking forever.

©copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

Your best company is, You. Yourself.

2008-02-20T20:12:00.000+05:30

Nobody on earth could eat for you other than you yourself; in order to blissfully mollify all those thwarting pangs of hunger; which if left untreated—would render you soon into a brutally disheveled corpse,

Nobody on earth could walk for you other than you yourself; in order to magically ease the wretchedly restless energy circumventing your bored feet; as they fervently stamped earth and kissed the oncoming exuberant draughts of air,

Nobody on earth could talk for you other than you yourself; in order to give voice to all those quintessentially simmering thoughts; inevitably wanting to be poured outside the barren chest,

Nobody on earth could watch a film for you other than you yourself; in order to fantasize and emotively feel beyond realms of the extraordinary; which mundane life otherwise never allowed you to dare,

Nobody on earth could smile for you other than you yourself; in order to feel bounteously happy from the innermost realms of your soul; for living every moment in the true pulse of bountifully enamoring life,

Nobody on earth could sleep for you other than you yourself; in order to render every cranny of your drearily impoverished countenance that heavenly respite; and gallop once again towards effulgent righteousness the instant you opened your eyes,

Nobody on earth could dream for you other than you yourself; in order to visualize the most inscrutable enigmas and colors on this Universe; and then express them in myriad forms like poetry; paintings; music by the grace of the Almighty Lord,

Nobody on earth could wash for you other than you yourself; in order to be bereft of all incorrigibly adulterated grease; and then emerge into dazzling fresh sunshine to unabashedly enjoy for a countless more lifetimes,

Nobody on earth could sing for you other than you yourself; in order to perpetuate obsolete wisps of fleeting atmosphere; with the passionate fire of melody enveloping your innocuous soul,

Nobody on earth could swallow for you other than you yourself; in order to let breath flow like an uninhibited river of happiness; and at the same ensure that the stomach solely sung the hymns of contentment,

Nobody on earth could kiss for you other than you yourself; in order to mélange the avalanche of your ignited emotions with another soul; and thereby perpetually evolve with an unconquerably new fragrance of life,

Nobody on earth could dance for you other than you yourself; in order to let every incarcerated vindication of your monotonous bones; liberate into the surreal pulse of rhythmically palpitating night,

Nobody on earth could express for you other than you yourself; in order to perpetuate every fragment of the atmosphere around; with your very own inimitable identity which radiated even after veritable death,

Nobody on earth could achieve for you other than you yourself; in order to grant every nerve under your skin the essence of unparalleled contentment; and charting your own infallible course to victory amidst a pack of satanic wolves,

Nobody on earth could embrace for you other than you yourself; in order to timelessly coalesce every fabric of your existence with the religion of living kind; and thus feel the most insuperably blessed entity alive,

Nobody on earth could procreate for you other than you yourself; in order that you played your own distinctively significant part in continuing God’s chapter of creation; in perfect symbiosis with the beats of nature divine,

Nobody on earth could hear for you other than you yourself; in order to form your very own unduplicated perception of everything happening around you; undettered by the tyrannical bigotry of the planet outside,

Nobody on earth could die for you other than you yourself; in order that you quit breath solely on the commands of the Omnipresent Almighty Lord; and made way for a fresher new civilization of magical goodness,

Nobody on earth could live for you other than you yourself; in order to be an integral element of the drapery of this effervescent planet; and further embellish each step that you tread on with the spirit of immortal love,

Then why do you keep weeping that you were all alone; when you had infact the most invincibly blessed company on earth to disseminate love; friendship and undying charm—which was by the Grace of God none other; but you yourself….

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.

Redder than the reddest of rose. My Valentine.

2008-02-20T00:00:00.000+05:30

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 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…

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.

My Silence will speak to you…

2007-12-20T01:41:00.000+05:30

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
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. 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….

(c)(R)copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

Limca Book of Records-India and her people at their very best..

2007-11-27T14:15:00.002+05:30

They were pages which sparkled with the most eclectic brilliances of life-- in its countless shapes and vivacious forms,

They were pages which unconquerably rose over every discrepancy of caste; creed; color and race-- to showcase the inexplicable and unusual genius of the united living race,

They were pages which were the most fearlessly unbiased in content—portraying the absolute truth to the world; in all its unbelievable glory; candour and victory galore,

They were pages which escalated reading pleasure to the most unattainable of heights—bedazzling every ingredient of the atmosphere with the undying courage; grit and fortitude of all mankind,

They were pages which spun a web of unparalleled enchantment into the deepest recesses of the soul—stupefying each vein with the utmost magnificence and wonders of the world,

They were pages which when read by every commoner made him feel closer to his rudiments on mother earth—truly glorifying the spirit of majestic existence to its unsurpassable best,

They were pages which were the breathing pulse of not just a nation of a billion people—but which stirred the chords of every living heart towards the hilt of unimaginable achievement,

They were pages which truly immortalized the adage 'Impossible is indeed a word in the dictionary of fools'—for no human will to conquer the extraordinary can ever be defeated; except by the Almighty God,

They were pages wherein the bizarre most of fantasies took shape of undefeated reality—as the planet outside passionately rose to the uncanny thrill; challenges and enigma of life,

They were pages for which not the tiniest of nightfall seemed to exist—as minuscule mortals just like each one of us on earth; immortalized them with the Sun of brilliance in his/her own inimitably distinctive style,

They were pages whose unbelievable fragrance of newness pumped fresh life into every depressed and dead—charmed civilization after an infinite civilization with the most spectacularly golden moments of their time,

They were pages which encompassed even the minutest details of invention, innovation and the brilliance laden in each draught of wind—beautifully depicting each stark shade of existence at its infallible best,

They were pages which were a royal blend of amazing editorial dexterity and talent extraordinaire—which ignited even the most dormant arenas of the brain to perceive beyond the definitions of pragmatic time,

They were pages which truly proved that the whole world was your audience—whilst you were the sole magician on stage; to mesmerize, enchant and overpower the impossible in your tiny fist,

They were pages which coined miraculously new levels of human endurance and possibility—unveiling a boundless new dimensions to every sealed opportunity of life,

They were pages which were true patriots till their very last breath and beyond—not only saluting their beloved soil; but portraying its most undefeated essence to the entire world outside,

They were pages which increased your conviction to lead life multifold with each read---triggered each ingredient of your blood to do something uniquely exuberant—and do it now,

They were pages which conquered over even the most invisible trace of the devil and lies—with the most spectacularly charismatic adventures of victory—that mankind has ever witnessed,

They were pages from India's best book of Records : " The Limca Book of Records" ranked only 2nd officially to the Guinness Book of World Records—highlighting the very best from amongst a billion Indians-- year after year after year of the most unbelievably spectacular living achievement,

And not because I was a Six-time National record holder for my Poetry with the book; but my heart ranks 'The Limca Book of Records' the best amongst every other book on earth---as it veritably depicts my sacrosanct motherland "India and her beloved people at their very best" ….

(c)(r)copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

* The Limca Book of Records can be visited at:
www.coca-colaindia.com/limca_book_of_records or www.limcabookofrecords.in

Man comes without anything. Lives without anything. Dies without anything.

2007-10-22T16:28:00.000+05:30

Bizarre loneliness when I was writing; after all who’d sit beside an eccentrically fanatic brain; try and decipher the infinite wild fantasies that engulfed each ounce of his soul till times beyond eternity,

Wretched loneliness when I was eating; after all who’d relish the prospect of waiting till forgetfully odd hours of the day and night; to see me devour gigantic chunks of food at a time; with my unkempt bohemian hands,

Crippling loneliness when I was driving; after all who had the zeal to wade through a boundless kilometers on the trot on plain roads; transported to another world of divine sublimity—with the congruent and incongruent beats of full volume music,

Insane loneliness when I was on bed; after all who’d want to stay wide awake like the ghoulish owl all night; and then snore like a dead man as the Sun unrelentingly blazed and burnt all arid day,

Vindictive loneliness when I was in a formal party; after all who’d want to stand with an emotional fool who spoke like a new born baby with his heart; shrugging deep into his shell amidst the tiniest manipulative subtleties of the tongue,

Forlorn loneliness when I was walking; after all who’d want to amble with a person who kept unabashedly gazing at the sky—divulging his innermost secrets with it; rather than trust the frivolously prejudiced human race,

Abject loneliness when I was angry; after all who’d want to be beside an individual who was insanely ready to quit his life that very moment; for protecting even the tiniest leaf of the tree which the society outside massacred on various religious pretexts,

Egregious loneliness when I was victorious; after all who’d want to be a part of ones ecstatically unabashed celebrations; which saw one cuddle just like an inconsolably crying newborn child; into the lap stretched from the idol of the Creator Divine,

Disastrous loneliness when I faltered and floundered; after all who’d want to be a part of a reclusively dogmatic losing camp; in this world where each second unfurling was defined as quick money,

Despairing loneliness when I bonded into matrimony; after all who’d accept an esoteric recluse lost in an entrenchment of enigma 24 X 7; when there were so many societal formalities to be relished & fulfilled,

Sadistic loneliness when I ventured to earn; after all who’d pat the back of an employee who made the entire organization bankrupt in a single instant; donating every bit of wealth towards philanthropy and all ailing living kind,

Inexplicable loneliness when I chatted with my kin; after all who’d want their sibling to be writing poetry sitting at home all the time; when the society outside was minting millions with every stroke of technology,

Brutal loneliness when I visited the doctor; after all who’d associate with an epitome of fanatic sensitivity; wherein the world stood wholesomely ready to be clinically cured & executed,

Jinxed loneliness when I tried to save mother nature; after who’d want to make me a friend and thus relinquish cutting those freshly born branches of the tree; which were infact an ungainly nuisance to their otherwise crystal clear vision,

Debilitating loneliness when I visited the temple; mosque; church or monastery; after all who’d like to befriend someone who trespassed beyond his own religion; visualizing only a singleton form of the Lord in each holy place of bountiful worship,

Insidious loneliness when I converted into humanity; after all who’d like to chat with someone who’d chosen a religion which simply wasn’t defined in the infinite pages of what their ancestors and society had to say,

Satanic loneliness when I adopted a child; after all who’d want to mingle their potently masculine or feminine shadows; with a man whom they thought had adopted; only for he was too weak to procreate his very own blood,

Diabolical loneliness when I died; after all who’d want to associate even in the most remotest possible way with the lifeless; in their so called triumphant terminologies and successful management mantras of life,

And though all my life I refused to believe this; but how true was it when God said; that man comes on this earth without anything; continues to symbiotically exist without anything; and eventually goes under the soil; again without anything. After all who are we to challenge his Omnipotent principles of existence?

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

Sign Goodwill Treaty (GoodwillTreaty .org). Let the Magic Begin.

2007-10-20T01:36:00.002+05:30

Written by Nikhil Parekh- Goodwill Ambassador from India for the International Goodwill Treaty for World Peace
PS: The Goodwill Treaty for World Peace can be signed electronically and by hand from its website:
http://www.goodwilltreaty.org

It was a document which invincibly bonded every living being under the Sun; into a citadel of unparalleled friendship and bountiful charm,

It was a document which transcended over every vindictively deplorable barrier of caste; creed; color and religion—forever disseminating the sole mantra of benign humanity,

It was a document whose scent was as naturally uninhibited as the first rays of eternal dawn; enlightening countless estranged with the thrill to unitedly love and live,

It was a document which perpetually defeated even the most infinitesimal trace of the devil; with its words and essence of heartfelt righteousness,

It was a document whose spirit to symbiotically exist captured the minds of the old and young alike; exhorting them to embrace one another as the most unassailable human race alive,

It was a document which gave unconquerable wings to the truest expression of liberty—which was infact the most Omnipresent panacea to exist,

It was a document which so breathtakingly demonstrated the most efficacious healing on earth; was the one which commenced with the innermost voices of the passionate soul and heart,

It was a document which royally quelled all inconsolable suffering; myth; curse and wails on the planet; with a balm of palpable everlasting togetherness,

It was a document which unflinchingly perpetuated the seed of self belief; spontaneously evoked the entire living race to rise to a renaissance for goodness and calm,

It was a document whose sole voice was its alphabets of philanthropic good will; which hummed inexhaustibly to scrap every bit of terror from its very non-existent roots,

It was a document which was the Omnipotent power of the Sun & Moon at the same time; ardently displaying the most eclectic graphs of human stalwarts & nature; alike,

It was a document which torrentially rained a mist of selfless patriotism upon every entity alive; blessed every tune of innocent existence with an unconquerable power to survive,

It was a document which so miraculously conveyed the message of World Peace; in a few succinct lines penned from every fervently true beat of the heart,

It was a document which ignited the most dormant arenas of the brain; towards a gorge of fabulously burgeoning human understanding,

It was a document which inundated every parched reservoir of the heart with unprecedented joy; as if one were browsing through the most imperiously impactful moments of ones life,

It was a document which unabashedly provoked you to shrug off every ounce of anxiety; formality; spuriousness from your life---become the optimistic sunshine of every new unfurling tomorrow,

It was a document which bore your majestic initials in the most veritable shades of Black & White; diffused your poignant spirit to holistically survive—to the whole world outside,

It was a document which was fantastically fathomless in every sphere of goodness; your most earnest right to exist as a mass of infallible oneness upon this planet,

It was a document which spelt its own inimitable will to exist; be the indomitable shoulder always to each of your comrades traversing the soil of mother earth; alive,

It was a document which cast its spell of undefeated togetherness forever upon mother earth; never letting you feel neglected; oblivious; solitary and despairingly deprived,

It was a document whose aura would remain immortal; as long as there breathed life in the true elixir of brotherhood upon the trajectory of planet divine,

It was a document which would be majestically mentioned in foremost pages of the history books; as one of the most mutually powerful metamorphosis of all mankind,

It was a document which blessed you with the truest definition of freedom; irrespective of where you existed; in every ingredient of your mind; body and benevolent spirit,

Hold on ! Hold on ! Before you start perceiving it to be some miraculous gem fallen from the sky; let me inform you that it was just a Treaty for World Peace & Humanitarian Goodwill—conceptualized by one of the finest humanitarians that ever can be. Bryant McGill.

But don’t you worry; the magic is waiting to begin NOW—THIS VERY MOMENT; only once you sign the Goodwill Treaty by both; electronically and hand; finding it celestially alive at its most spectacular website-www.goodwilltreaty.org .

©® Copyright by Nikhil Parekh. All Rights Reserved.

“FOR ME—WHAT MADE ‘BRYANT MCGILL’ TRULY ROYAL”

2007-09-09T20:46:00.003+05:30

Poem on ‘Bryant Mcgill’—Internationally Acclaimed Poet, Author of World’s No. 1 McGill’s English Dictionary of Rhyme, Celebrity Consultant & Inspirational Author (Official Website at www.bryantmcgill.com )

Royalty drifted most inscrutably from his ‘English Dictionary of Rhyme’; which had enchanted millions in its ebulliently rhythmic swirl—perennially captured the imagination of the globe as being the best and most inimitable of its kind,

Royalty drifted most charismatically from his ‘Benign Smile’; which made him approachable to one and all--- escalated him as an instant hero of the masses as well as the most unparalleled of celebrities; alike,

Royalty drifted most enigmatically from his ‘Eternal Poems’; which magnetized every conceivable living being to bond in the spirit of love; compassion and togetherness--- stirred the soul of even the ghastliest of devil to think of the divine,

Royalty drifted most bountifully from his ‘Endearing Fingers’; which unassailably intertwined with the essence of existence as it came---caressed every palpable object in vicinity with the zealous energy to unflinchingly survive,

Royalty drifted most unconquerably from his ‘Varied Charities’; which inexhaustibly strived to ameliorate every suffering on the planet—with the scepter of altruistic healing straight from the soul,

Royalty drifted most triumphantly from his ‘Magical Peace Treaty’; which timelessly breathed to unite the entire planet in a miraculous rainbow of good will and compassion—so that every human achieved true freedom its truest context,

Royalty drifted most vivaciously from his ‘Bewitching Photography’; which so astoundingly rendered color and passion to the most rustic things of life---capturing the freshness that reveled most spontaneously in the ever-proliferating countryside,

Royalty drifted most enchantingly from his ‘Countless Communities’; which majestically struck a chord with millions of Entrepreneurs/Professionals via lightening fast Internet---provided a platform for one and all to divulge the innermost realms of their conscience,

Royalty drifted most infallibly from his ‘Angelic Family’; with the divinely frolic and gestures of his daughters---enlightening many an inexplicably devastated life into a fountain of ecstatically rejuvenated breath,

Royalty drifted most symbiotically from his ‘Uninhibited Shadow’; which fearlessly taught one and all as to how a fellow living being can be helped in even the most tiniest of capacity—irrespective of the spurious differences of caste; color; religion and creed,

Royalty drifted most jubilantly from his ‘Priceless Signature’; which depicted the impeccable clarity of his undefeated ideals and thoughts; regurgitating every bit of deteriorating naked paper that it kissed,

Royalty drifted most seamlessly from his ‘Imperious Ears’; which were astoundingly sensitive to the faintest cries of his compatriots in inconsolable pain---triggered every pore of his body to selflessly rise to help and seek help—to the most ardent of his capacity,

Royalty drifted most blissfully from his ‘Ubiquitous Quotes’; which perpetuated a sky of undying inspiration in each of his readers veins---imploring them every instant to gallop forward into the road not traversed yet; and still emerge victorious,

All this and an infinite more were ofcourse true. But for me; what made ‘Bryant Mcgill’ truly ‘Royal’ was every beat of his unhindered heart palpitating solely for the religion of humanity-palpitating solely so that the entire world united into a singleton mass of friendship and love---far far and forever away from any idiosyncratic dimensions of hatred; color; caste; creed; money and tribe….

Poem Copyright © and written by Nikhil Parekh. All Rights Reserved.

No heart should ever miss

2007-09-09T20:46:00.001+05:30

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,

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…..

(c)(r)copyright, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

Rewriting history with poems of Immortal Love…

2007-08-24T13:11:00.001+05:30

Without it; the entire planet would solely disseminate the fragrance of heavenly compassion; once again bonding into an ocean of mystically symbiotic sharing; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,

Without it; the entire planet would perpetually master the act of bountiful sharing; once again lending its shoulder to its fellow beings at every stage of inexplicable existence; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,

Without it; the entire planet would blossom into the most mesmerizing cistern of peace; once again enchantingly whispering the tunes of ubiquitous harmony; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,

Without it; the entire planet would metamorphose each ounce of ghastly bloodshed into unflinching togetherness; once again embracing the mantra of oneness in the breath; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,

Without it; the entire planet would miraculously coalesce into solely the religion of humanity; once again forgetting every gory discrimination; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,

Without it; the entire planet would commence to sing the magical tunes of love at first sight; once again romancing in the aisles of unbridled desire each instant of destined life; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,

Without it; the entire planet would celebrate each living second that unleashed as the most Omnipotent panacea of success; once again living like a king till death chokes; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,

Without it; the entire planet would commemorate death as the ultimate fruition of every existence; once again replenishing the spiritual center to the core; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,

Without it; the entire planet would understand the greatest achievement lay in selflessly serving all fraternities and forms of humanity; once again tracing its quintessentially sacred roots; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,

Without it; the entire planet would realize that benevolent deeds and not baseless power could attain heaven; once again inexhaustibly striving to uplift impoverished humanity; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,

Without it; the entire planet would irrevocably dissolve all its arrogance into a pool of humanitarian humility; once again assimilating true independence in each of its robust veins; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,

Without it; the entire planet would let nature uninhibitedly spawn in delectable unison with every of their zealous step; once again seeking invincible refuge in the lap of mother earth; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,

Without it; the entire planet would patronize the impregnable spirit of live and let live; once again speaking only the dialect of spellbindingly united companionship; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,

Without it; the entire planet would resemble a virgin island of untainted faith and meditation; once again lost in the unparalleled fervor to seek the divine; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,

Without it; the entire planet would believe in only one Creator who untiringly taught the religion of humanity to one and all; once again simplifying the true elixir to blissfully survive; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,

Without it; the entire planet would truly imbibe that honesty is the ultimate scepter of all righteousness; once again cleansing the soul like that of a newborn child; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,

Without it; the entire planet would tolerate each human for what they were and not for what they couldn’t be; once again stretching its feet only till its quota of allotted space on the venerated soil; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,

Without it; the entire planet would replace every non-existent corpse of terrorism and revenge with the sky of infallible brotherhood; once again following each perpetual cry of the heart; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,

Therefore if I had the entire of it; where ‘it = each bit of murderous money squandering on this earth’; I wouldn’t waste an instant pondering further; but would burn it immediately into wisps of livid nothingness---so that every line written as above triumphantly leapt from these sheets of mundane paper; to rewrite the chapters of history once again with the poems of immortal love….

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

Happy B’day to India’s most fascinating Business Magician---Mr. Mukesh Dhirubhai Ambani…

2007-08-24T13:11:00.000+05:30

Happy B’day to India’s most fascinating Business Magician---Mr. Mukesh Dhirubhai Ambani…(Written on the momentous occassion of his 50th Birthday celebrations on April 19, 2007)

Just a sideways glace at his fierily expressive eyes was enough to convey—that they were ‘born to fathom the extraordinarily unique from bits of limpid nothingness’,

Just a sideways glance at his majestically creased forehead was enough to convey—that it was ‘born to timelessly relish every bit of royal goodness on planet divine’,

Just a sideways glance at his ardently emotive eyebrows was enough to convey—that they were ‘born to zealously jog forward in the profound fervor of enigmatic life’,

Just a sideways glance at his unflinchingly phlegmatic footsteps was enough to convey—that they were ‘born to befit a legacy which was considered to be the most unconquerable of all our times’,

Just a sideways glance at his innocuously poignant lips was enough to convey—that they were ‘born to timelessly spell a boundless ocean of realistic dreams in a world otherwise swamped by prejudiced war’,

Just a sideways glance at his astoundingly sensitive ears was enough to convey—that they were ‘born to rise to the most obscure shreds of creativity around; like a magician always euphorically rising to the spirit of newness’,

Just a sideways glance at his uninhibitedly sculpted fingers was enough to convey—that they were ‘born to add a perpetual sparkle to even the most mundanely squandering of destinies’,

Just a sideways glance at his regally jostling palms was enough to convey—that they were ‘born to harness the bestest elements of space around into an invincible empire of prosperous togetherness’,

Just a sideways glance at his effervescently brimming shadow was enough to convey—that it was ‘born to dream beyond the horizons of time; and yet pay true homage to the priceless parents, God and soil which had created it’,

Just a sideways glance at his honestly philanthropic shoulders was enough to convey—that they were ‘born to tower taller than the skies in the face of disaster --and forever bear fruit to the dreams of a billion indians’,

Just a sideways glance at his inexhaustibly upright spine was enough to convey—that they it was ‘born to lead this great country to only infallible success in every department and direction that a living organism could ever conceive’,

Just a sideways glance at his perseveringly sculpted chin was enough to convey—that it was ‘born to rest its outlines only upon the tracks of benevolently charmed victory till as long as life pumped in the veins’,

Just a sideways glance at his fervently cascading breath was enough to convey—that it was ‘born to metamorphose each impossible into a pragmatic paradise of possibles with the blessings of his parents and lord divine’,

And whilst all this just happened sideways---I just kept wondering and wondering and wondering as to what’d happen when I savor the honor of meeting India’s most fascinating business magician Eye to Eye—as that’d be one of the most enlightening moments of my life,

Till then, here’s wishing ‘Mr. Mukesh Dhirubhai Ambani’ via this poem written on the impoverished paper of my heart, a very happy and celestially blessed birthday which brings to the fore every unfinished desire of his bountiful soul and life…

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Poem Written by Nikhil Parekh.
Poet & Three- Time World Record Holder

Visit Parekh for his world records, poems, books at : www.nikhilparekh.com or www.authorsden.com/nikhilparekh

WAYN

2007-08-22T14:11:00.000+05:30

Am a proud WAYN.com member at member.wayn.com/nikhilparekh99, now connected to thousands of my fans and friends via this most spectacular website.

Poem: WAYN.com - Lets me share my heart online

Intriguing was the fact that I came to know who was blissfully awake
in every corner of the fathomless earth,

Exhilarating was the fact that I could communicate with millions at a
singleton click of the mouse and greet my fellow human with an
environment friendly e-card,

Unparalleled was the fact that I could find all those whom I'd lost by
spate of misfortune and amidst the painstakingly monotonous rat-race
of my impoverished life,

Mesmerizing was the fact that I could share my views on virtually
every topic under the Sun; feel tingled to the last bone of my spine
on the fearless forums and message boards,

Spell-binding was the fact that I could plan even the minutest of my
travel's sipping exuberant tea; simultaneously see which of my friends
were coming in my land; coming to me,

Intriguing was the fact that I could witness the entire planet
meticulously synchronized into a map; beautifully decipher my moorings
from an otherwise hackneyed sense of direction,

Bountiful was the fact that I could see how amazingly my friends had
changed in their photos and videos; share my set of musings too with
their humanitarian souls,

Impeccable was the fact that I was reminded in astounding time; to
sing for each of my dear friends; the magically replenishing birthday
rhyme,

Triumphant was the fact that I could endlessly pen down anything that
evoked my soul; in my daily wanderings and fantasies via my personal
blog,

Euphoric was the fact that I could switch over to a myriad of fun
games online; whenever looking for an option out of my otherwise
miserably bedraggled life,

Celestial was the fact that I could search; network and sift through
millions of new names; thereby discovering planet earth at its very
versatile and vibrant roar,

Enlightening was the fact that I could evolve my very own personal
profile with the most minuscule of my accolades; likes and dislikes;
which eventually proved my launching pad to network with the entire
earth outside,

Awesome was the fact that I could invite my boundless networks from
across the globe; to join me as one united sea of invincible humanity;
and with the power of immortal poetry,

But 'Unconquerable' and the 'Best' was the fact-that WAYN.com-(Where are
You now) -rightfully proclaimed the World's Largest Travel and
Lifestyle Community-lets me share each priceless beat of my heart;
with anyone and everyone online; as long as there lived our planet
divine..

Copyright (c) by Nikhil Parekh. All Rights Reserved.

A heart for another heart….

2007-07-03T16:02:00.000+05:30

An eye for another eye; would definitely plunge the entire world into a mortuary of cringing darkness—would definitely make the entire world blind,

A tongue for another tongue; would definitely dumb the entire world into a wall of haplessly delirious silence—would definitely make the entire world mute,

An ear for another ear; would definitely plague the entire world into a unfathomably deep gorge of sadistic nothingness-- would definitely make the entire world deaf,

A lip for another lip; would definitely devastate the entire world into a corpse of irrevocably jinxed sadness--- would definitely make the entire world flagrantly morose,

A hand for another hand; would definitely plummet the entire world into a carcass of fetidly indescribable hopelessness---would definitely make the entire world beg beyond holistic heights,

A spine for another spine; would definitely incarcerate the entire world into chains of sacrilegiously blackened slavery---would definitely make the entire world denigrated beyond self respect,

A stomach for another stomach; would definitely emaciate the entire world into infinite skulls of reproachful hunger—would definitely make the entire world vindictively starve,

A neck for another neck; would definitely curse the entire world into an inconsolably hideous dungeon of emptiness—would definitely make the entire world a bloodily anarchist battlefield,

A vein for another vein; would definitely devastate the entire world into a demonically sadistic lacunae—would definitely make the entire world plaintively emotionless,

A finger for another finger; would definitely coerce the entire world to cacophonically beg for a lifetime on the streets—would definitely make the entire world a pile of worthlessly rusted brittle pins,

A skin for another skin; would definitely freeze the entire world into a gutter-pipe of shivering and cloistered hopelessness—would definitely make the entire world crumble even under the strongest of blistering Sun,

A shoulder for another shoulder; would definitely deteriorate the entire world into a slushpile of abysmally pitiful remorse—would definitely make the entire world directionless,

A leg for another leg; would definitely sink the entire world into the marshes of despondently orphaned doomsday—would definitely make the whole world forlornly maimed,

A scalp for another scalp; would definitely lead the entire world into a ghost-town of venomously sordid blackness---would definitely make the whole world a hallucinated fool,

A bone for another bone; would definitely squelch the entire world beyond the threshold of unimaginable despair—would definitely make the whole world irrevocably maimed,

A tooth for another tooth; would definitely bruise the entire world into dastardly tastelessness—would definitely make the whole world remorsefully bland,

A cheek for another cheek; would definitely distort the entire world into a coffin of crucified ugliness---would definitely make the entire world a perennially maudlin scarecrow,

A blood-drop for another blood-drop; would definitely metamorphose the entire world into a veritably breathing hell—would definitely make the entire world a reproachfully stinking ghost,

Whist a heart for another heart----would definitely immortalize the entire world into the religion of eternal mankind----make the entire world fall forever and ever and ever without a chance to ever rise up; into the ocean of immortal humanity and love….

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Greedy for that eternal blackness…

2007-04-26T02:50:00.000+05:30

Greedy for that pricelessly invincible blackness that would vanquish every misery from my otherwise sinfully devastated soul; into wisps of obsolete nothingness,

Greedy for that sacredly ameliorating blackness that would metamorphose me into such an unbreakable state of calm—as unfazed as the blue skies-- even as murderous hell rained uncontrollably around,

Greedy for that magically omnipotent blackness that would annihilate every trace of disease from my inexplicably aggrieved physical form—transit me forever and ever and ever into mists of divinely rhapsody,

Greedy for that unflinchingly triumphant blackness that would forever make me one with an infinite more of my kind—that would end every ounce of sadistically commercial strife from the chapter of my sinful life,

Greedy for that unbelievably holy blackness that would eventually make me realize—that all of us who so pompously promote ourselves as
“ Iconic I’s ”all the time-- are just bits of nothing infront of the Almighty Lord,

Greedy for that ubiquitously majestic blackness that would perch me on the ultimate throne of humanity---where I perpetually embraced one and all irrespective of any barriers of caste; creed or the rapaciousness of time,

Greedy for that enchantingly fantastic blackness that would trigger me to fantasize beyond every realm of never-ending happiness---even in a state of morbidly limpid stillness,

Greedy for that ecstatically brilliant blackness that would make me a winner of all hearts and of all times---even as the ghastliest hell made way for the graveyards of prejudiced extinction around,

Greedy for that miraculously quiet blackness that would forever drift me from each tawdry earthly tension—into an infinite gorge where there cascaded only the cloudbursts of untamed love,

Greedy for that unassailably blessing blackness that would kiss my brow with all the bounteousness that God’s creations had to offer---without the most mercurial disruption by the blood-sucking human parasite,

Greedy for that eternally prosperous blackness that would ensure my state of perennial contentment for an infinite more years to unveil---enriching every drearily subjugated bone of mine with the power to conquer from even hell and beyond,

Greedy for that enigmatically inimitable blackness that would evoke every robotic pore of my skin to awaken in the land of the unknown---where every stranger that came confronted me; earnestly befriended me for countless a lifetime,

Greedy for that regally resplendent blackness that would reach me to the most cherished mission I dreamt all life---of being a humble slave listlessly suspended from the unshakable chariot of the Gods,

Greedy for that beauteously engulfing blackness that would help me assimilate the fragrance of all unabashed goodness from my life---so that the voice of the devil was subdued forever by the righteousness of the soul,

Greedy for that wondrously mollifying blackness that would uplift my impoverished jugglery of bones to either heaven or hell as destined---but atleast far away from the dreaded savagery of all misanthropic mankind,

Greedy for that astoundingly bestowing blackness that would liberate me of every conceivable sin of a banally monotonous lifetime---so that each new birth commenced with my conscience dancing in the aisles of freedom,

Greedy for that altruistically enamoring blackness that would sweep me forever of my feet---into a land where the most unheard of inscrutable tales would titillate my spine till beyond the threshold of no return,

And I’ve not the tiniest of inhibitions in revealing that the blackness I’m talking about is that of my veritable grave---that I humbly desire to be just infront of the mosque of my Omnipresent Creator---which eternally palpitated with the oneness of every religion and living being; alike….

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Why was I as a Parent, an all-time fan of Euro-Kids Vastrapur ??

2007-04-26T02:42:00.002+05:30

Not because my daughter was studying in its majestically serene ambience,

Not because there stood a gigantic 'Neem' tree right in its center,
enchanting every dreary nerve with unparalleled contentment,

Not because the sky above it always seemed cheerful-with innocent
children shrieks and laughter forever winning its heart,

Not because of its indisputably sparkling floor and walls-the
cleanliness that was spectacular in even the remotest of its quarters,

Not because of the English Language which was spoken to the highest
authority-acclimatizing hearts at their youngest, with the expression
of the World,

Not because of its enormous flexibility- which uninhibitedly heard
the voice and whims of every parent and unruly toddler,

Not because it was successively adjudicated the best 'Branch' of its
kind-from all across its centers in Asia,

Not because it brought about a whole new freshness of ideas, concepts
and curriculum, as far as modern day teaching was concerned,

Not because it was one of India's largest 'Pre-School' chains- giving
concrete direction to many worried parents-who were otherwise
helter-skelter in choosing the best for their blood,

Not because it bountifully showered various intriguing gifts to its
students-painstakingly crafted by its 'ever-hardworking' bunch of
adorable teachers,

Not because it had an amazing eye for detail-regularly maintained an
accurate performance list of all its assiduous students,

Not because it magnificently helped your child to undergo the painful
transition from home to school—always with a big smile,

Not because its methodology of teaching was ingeniously practical
oriented-rather than loading the student with heavy school-bags-and
endlessly cramming from text-books,

Not because of its beautifully personalized attention-where its tiny
students never felt away from their mothers-infact started to
poeticize in their alien environment,

Not because of the wonderfully patient ear-that it timelessly lended
to even the tiniest of concerns or complaints from its discerning
community of students and parents, alike,

But I was an all-time fan of "Euro-Kids, Vastrapur" because it was
here, that my child found a second home, away from her actual
home--most importantly it was here that my child found "Love" &
"Respect" for her in every teachers eye—which was the very reason that
she longed to go to school, above all her indoor friends and toys….

(c)(r) Poem Written by Nikhil Parekh. Visit Parekh at www.nikhilparekh.com

Mrs. Namita Shah---You mean the world to my child….

2007-04-26T02:42:00.001+05:30

How can I thank you for all those bountiful values of goodness that you’ve so magically inculcated in my child’s innocent brain?

How can I thank you for so compassionately holding my child’s hand in an alien premises---when I wasn’t the slightest around to hear her inconsolable cries?

How can I thank you for making the whole process of monotonous studies—such an enchanting playground of richness for my child’s eyes?

How can I thank you for so beautifully taming my child into a symbiotically civilized angel—from an unruly doll only obsessed with her very own toys?

How can I thank you for so adeptly solving each barricade in the path of my child—as she indulged the first chords of her infinite mind into the whole process called ‘learning in school’?

How can I thank you for so magically triggering a smile on the face of my child—as she nervously fidgeted for her own space amidst several more of her kind?

How can I thank you for so magnanimously bearing with each bit of my child’s peskiness—converting each tear that dribbled from her eyes into the most perfect nursery rhyme of life?

How can I thank you for so thoughtfully introducing my child to each new aspect of school—letting her marvelously adjust to even the remotest component in the new atmosphere—at her very own pace?

How can I thank you for guarding my child like an invincible fortress of friendship—whilst teaching her the quintessential alphabets of knowledge at the same time?

How can I thank you for untiringly being the eyes of my child as she feebly weaved her way through each bit of unknown territory--- amongst the incredibly tall walls of her first school?

How can I thank you for observing even the most intricate development of my child—and then making constant persevering notes on how to improve her all round performance in the chapter called life?

How can I thank you for being the most adorable home for my child away from her real home---and being the most perfect mother for her and all her mates as well in mundane schooltime?

Well let me just start by saying Mrs. Shah ---‘That you mean the world to my child’ …..

(c)(r) Poem Written by Nikhil Parekh. Visit Parekh at www.nikhilparekh.com

Each time you lift the ‘Cricket World Cup’—We’re proud to be a true Indian….

2007-04-26T02:42:00.000+05:30

Each time you enter the field in your royal robes of blue— it makes the hair of a billion of us stand up in uncanny excitement, high and handsome towards the sky,

Each time you wave to us from the dressing room—it makes a billion of us feel that we’re the most united family ever on surface of planet divine,

Each time you send the ball whistling past the boundary ropes—it makes the heart of a billion of us leap out of our chests- to magically blend with you, beat for beat,

Each time you perform your beautifully invincible huddle—it makes us a billion of us feel that India is the strongest nation of them all, wondrously breathing and alive,

Each time you take those daring catches under the blinding Sun—it makes a billion of us feel that ‘Impossible’ is really a word non-existent and in the dictionary of dead fools,

Each time you rattle the opposition stumps with mere disdain—it makes a billion of us instantly gobble the deadliest venom in our laps—like it was life-yielding honey,

Each time you smile even under the mightiest onslaught around you—it makes a billion of us grit our teeth in determination—to forever conquer every devil in and around us,

Each time you ease out for lunch and refreshing drinks—it makes a billion of us fervently pray for the most sweetest of your victory- as you restarted a fresh innings,

Each time you tensely glance towards the miserably overcast skies—it makes a billion of us exude into inexhaustible pools of cold sweat—losing our mood for everything else,

Each time you rekindle the atmosphere with your heroic fielding—it makes a billion of us take fresh birth once again and lay all our inexplicable sorrows to perennial rest,

Each time you collectively charge forward in a blood-curling appeal—it makes a billion of us want to enter the soul of the third umpire and rule every decision in your favor,

Each time you break records of even the slightest of denomination—it makes a billion of us salute our revered flag, in honor and glory of your majestically gallant prowess,

Each time you lay injured on the austere turf—it makes a billion of us inconsolably bleed in the innermost of our veins—wanting to be shoulder to each of your cries,

Each time you sportingly shake hands with the opposition even in face of defeat—it makes a billion of us feel that we’re not at war--but relishing cricket at its imperious best,

Each time you run down the pitch to perseveringly earn every invaluable run—it makes a billion of us feel the scent of our sacred motherland drift from you—even though a countless kilometers apart,

Each time you go for the kill even as the target loomed impossibly beyond your reach—it makes a billion of us feel that the air around us is our ultimate resuscitating paradise,

And each time you lift the ‘Cricket World Cup’ for us or even thought of doing that in your dreams—it makes a billion of us rediscover our forgotten identities, makes us feel that we’re proud to be an offspring of this great Indian soil—that we’re proud to be a true Indian.

For Anything & Everything—Anytime & Anywhere…

2007-04-26T02:41:00.013+05:30

When I needed just reassurance; I perhaps sought the company of my invincible mother the most—as a single look into her majestically befriending eyes—cleared an infinite complicated webs of an infinite dreaded lifetimes,

When I needed just discipline; I perhaps sought the company of my father the most—as a mere languid walk by his side—inevitably triggered each forlornly stagnating muscle of mine go taut—beyond the most unprecedented degrees of comprehension,

When I needed just enigma; I perhaps sought the company of midnight the most—as even the most obfuscated wisp of blackness engulfing me—transported me into a countless births of my past—and an umpteenth chapters of untamed sensuality,

When I needed just unrestraint; I perhaps sought the company of my sister the most—as her magnetically uninhibited poise perpetuated me to poignantly share all that I thought I never ever would—at any given space or time,

When I needed just truth; I perhaps sought the company of every new born child the most—as each heartfelt cry of theirs immortalized the spirit of my otherwise parasitically plagiarized existence,

When I needed just faithfulness; I perhaps sought the company of my daintily clad wife the most—as there was a perennial aura of fidelity that most royally radiated—from every bit of stony silence that otherwise enshrouded her,

When I needed just power; I perhaps sought the company of the unflinching Sun the most—staring into its impregnably undying rays and making them my wholesome fire to survive; amidst a pack of ghastly wolves,

When I needed just nostalgia; I perhaps sought the company of my charismatically tinkling grandmother the most—as with every chapter that she heart-renderingly narrated from her biography—I felt more insuperably closer to every thread of my golden past,

When I needed just mischief; I perhaps sought the company of my merrily laughing daughter the most—as she made me feel the most boisterously unabashed entity alive on earth—everytime we hurled raw pancakes of mud in crystal blue sky,

When I needed just humanity; I perhaps sought the company of every different religion around me the most—as I felt that united in a sea of unending color—together we became the most blessedly unconquerable civilization of oneness and of all times,

When I needed just enthrallment; I perhaps sought the company of vivacious nature the most-- as I felt life around me inexhaustibly vacillating in an entrenchment of divine ecstasy and eternal freedom of every single organism to survive,

When I needed just adventure; I perhaps sought the company of the undulating sea the most—as with each marvelously tangy wave that crashed against the rocks—I felt a new beginning in the effervescent white froth that rose once again towards the victorious sky,

When I needed just passion; I perhaps sought the company of scarlet blood in my veins the most—as I felt reborn with an infinite untainted muscles of self-belief---with its every uncurbed journey towards each beat of my heart,

When I needed just beauty; I perhaps sought the company of iridescent stars in sky the most---as they most enchantingly illuminated even the grotesquely stagnating entities on soil—to eventually become the uncrowned jewels of my eye,

When I needed just innocence; I perhaps sought the company of the sacrosanct cow the most—as no matter what ludicrously perverted garbage that the world abandoned her into to consume—all she still had to give to one and all was impeccable milk divine,

When I needed just lavishness; I perhaps sought the company of my whimsical grandfather the most—as he could virtually lay every priceless gift of the Universe at my feet—at even the tiniest of my babyishly false cry,

When I needed just exhilaration; I perhaps sought the company of virgin wind the most—as I felt magically transported to every wonderfully ameliorating footprint of heaven; everytime it sensuously caressed every roused pore of my shivering skin,

When I needed just fantasy; I perhaps sought the company of fathomless azure sky the most; as just sporadically gazing at its immortal open heart—linked me to every triumphantly surreal mist of heaven; even as I pathetically fizzled each day from a robotic 9 to 9,

But for anything & everything; anytime & anywhere, I humbly knelt down only infront of the lord; praying to him to be by sole guiding light; praying to him to let me remain as his worthless servant for an infinite more lifetimes…

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31st December—My ultimate hero…

2007-04-26T02:41:00.012+05:30

Irrespective of whether they were extraordinarily happy; or whether
they inconsolably fretted in the aisles of utter desperation—with the
gruesome blackness of extinction ominously maiming each of their
senses,

Irrespective of whether they were perennially successful; or whether
they miserably floundered a countless times even before alighting a
single foot—unnecessarily losing it- in their bouts of whimsical
fidgetiness,

Irrespective of whether they were unsurpassably rich; or whether they
profusely slavered at the most diminutive morsel of food—brutally
emaciating since a record number of days and treacherously freezing
nights,

Irrespective of whether they were in unconquerable space; or whether
they were left to uncouthly stagnate on the fecklessly sordid streets
and hackneyed gutter bins of the country's largest slum,

Irrespective of whether they sang a boundless tunes in the praise of
the Lord; or whether they sadistically licked up every pint of spit
emitted by the vindictively trouncing devil,

Irrespective of whether they bustled as perfectly symbiotic
busy-bodies; or whether they aimlessly loitered through the lanes of
slandering oblivion—which'd nothing but hoarse regret to offer as a
pathetic end-product,

Irrespective of whether they were unassailable magicians; or whether
all what they dared touch; sullenly metamorphosed into frigidly
incoherent bits of lame dust,

Irrespective of whether they were invincible perfectionists; or
whether they perpetually adhered to the famous axiom 'To Err is Human'
and immortalized the same with their relentless failures,

Irrespective of whether they were triumphantly persevering; or whether
they lazed and endlessly lazed even under the most acrimoniously
scorching sun; just because their bones creaked a trifle whilst
getting up,

Irrespective of whether they were brilliantly optimistic; or whether
they lugubriously crumbled every instant reminiscing the mortuaries of
the dreadfully asleep past,

Irrespective of whether they were unflinching patriots; or whether
they darted at the speed of lightening for cover; at the tiniest
insinuation of the most imperceptible danger,

Irrespective of whether they were blessedly fantasizing; or whether
they lecherously circumscribed their entire lives within the
constraints of the monotonously clerical corporate office,

Irrespective of whether they were unconquerably truthful; or whether
they were brutally trapped in satanically parasitic web of
lies—resorting to it inevitably to find that ultimate escape route in
today's manipulative world,

Irrespective of whether they existed on the freezing north pole; or
whether they compassionately warmed each ingredient of their blood
under majestic rays of the Sun; extreme south,

Irrespective of whether they conversed in articulate English; or
whether they uninhibitedly recharged the atmosphere with every
vibrancy of indigenous language that was spoken under the Sun,

Irrespective of whether they were the perfectly synchronized
gentlemen; or whether they resided in rustically mud baked
huts—bursting at the seams to accommodate an innumerable more of their
kind,

Irrespective of whether they were Christ fearing Christians; or
whether they were an equally Bhagwan/Allah/Buddha fearing 'Hindus'/
'Muslims'/ 'Buddhists' and every other sacred tribe on earth divine,

Irrespective of whether they wholeheartedly celebrated wondrous X-Mas;
or whether they zealously indulged in the lights and colors of;
'Holi', 'Diwali', 'Muharram', 'Id' and countless other sacred
festivals of the likes,

O! Yes—Irrespective of anything and everything---On the 31st of
December every year—all of them joined hands in one insuperable mass
together; embraced each other without the tiniest of discrimination
---to welcome the newest dawn of all times—the dawn of a joyously
happy new year—the first sunrise of a magical 1st January….

(c)(r)copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved

Come lets embrace our New Religion…

2007-04-26T02:41:00.011+05:30

Religion is that--what even the most infinitesimal cranny of your eyes
wanted to see—inexhaustibly absorb; admire; yearn for till times beyond
infinity and even beyond your veritably stinking grave,

Religion is that-- what each ingredient of your blood inexhaustibly craved to be a part of ---flow for with an untamed zeal resembling the unendingly vivacious expanse of the crystalline blue sky,

Religion is that--what the innermost voices of your conscience felt to be the ultimate truth---irrespective of whatever be the place; time; situation; moment or conditionality of impoverished & truncated life,

Religion is that—what every part of your feet wanted to ardently step on---pave an inimitably righteous path of their very own amidst a brutal quagmire of emotions and squalid commercialism all around,

Religion is that--what your hands wanted to give the most unflinchingly definitive shape to---such an unfailing silhouette of eternal friendship which was impossible for even the most beguiling of demons to disrupt,

Religion is that-- what your lips wanted to kiss 24 X 7---perpetuating even the most bizarrely frazzled persona to uninhibitedly soar in wisps of unfettered paradise,

Religion is that--what your nostrils wanted to inhale till the last breath of life---an entrenchment of unassailable compassion which made existence the most priceless chapter of destiny,

Religion is that--what your fingers wanted to timelessly intertwine with each unveiling instant---bask in the spirit of invincibly bountiful friendship for times beyond an unfathomable infinite,

Religion is that—what each part of your ears wanted to mellifluously hear---enthrall to the most unprecedented of capacities in the everlastingly symbiotic tunes of blissful survival,

Religion is that—what your palms wanted to infallibly clasp forever and ever and ever---that united strength of togetherness that granted you the temerity to palpitate even in the most apocalyptically disastrous of storms and times,

Religion is that—what your mouth wanted to perennially talk and sing praises about---rhapsodically engulfing each element of the atmosphere around you with the unbridled happiness of a countless lifetimes in one,

Religion is that—what each of your bones felt the most resolutely strong for---defending each honest and fructifying voice from within like the citadel of the gods,

Religion is that—what your mind fantasized till beyond the most unbelievably beautiful limits—and thereby felt in the seventh heaven of ubiquitous prosperity whilst traversing each instant on mundane earth,

Religion is that—what your shoulders philanthropically hoisted from one end of your adventure to the other—being a selfless harbinger of humanity to mitigate each ounce of sorrow with profound camaraderie and care,

Religion is that—what your legs want to ecstatically gallop after; like the horizons indefatigably running after the Sun—the most tantalizing mirage which tirelessly triggers you to achieve more and more and more,

Religion is that—what the tiniest cranny of your soul unshakably radiates---permeating such a yearning that you continued to wondrously exist beyond your corpse for a countless more lives and lifetimes,

Religion is that—what your heart feels is the absolute epitome of righteousness—no matter how uncouthly the barbarous planet outside chose to devour every bit of you; from your very roots,

So folks lets forget everything else; come lets move united and forward; come lets live this immortal religion of our hearts to the fullest; come lets forget our disdainfully castrated pasts and give this new religion of ours a fresh try—and our very very best…

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

Who's bothered the tiniest of death…

2007-04-26T02:41:00.010+05:30

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm terribly afraid that
I'd never ever be able to remember those divinely eyes of yours; the
unparalleled empathy for every fraternity of living kind enshrouding
them; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm uncontrollably afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember those magical palms of yours;
which forever erased every sorrow from the fathomless fabric of
mankind; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm indescribably afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember those benign ears of yours
which heard and befriended every voice from the heart on this earth;
after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm endlessly afraid that
I'd never ever be able to remember those Omnipotent footprints of
yours which invincibly lead all forms of altruistic goodness; to the
ultimate corridors of utopian heaven,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm unfathomably afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember those miraculously
ameliorating lips of yours—which metamorphosed every insinuation of
disparity into a paradise of oneness; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm limitlessly afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember those Omniscient lines of your
forehead; which poignantly depicted the destiny of every palpitating
organism on this Universe; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm unceasingly afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember that inimitably unconquerable
majesty of your caress—which took all my pains forever and ever and
ever; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm terribly afraid that
I'd never ever be able to remember that eternally enlightening voice
of yours—which silenced the mightiest shriek of the devil forever;
after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm unthinkably afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember those innumerable miracles
that you inexhaustibly spurned out of lifeless air; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm treacherously afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember that divinely nose of yours
which mischievously cuddled every child irrespective of caste/creed/or
color—thereby giving it a brand new life; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm unexplainably afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember that impregnable freshness
that radiated from your countenance; which perpetuated an infinite
civilizations of symbiotic togetherness; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm inconsolably afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember your Omnipotence fragrance;
which gave a whole new direction to every despairingly flailing
element of life; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm intransigently afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember your unparalleled magnetic
voice—which quelled every idiosyncratically perverted imagery forever;
after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm irretrievably afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember your astounding prowess to
blend earth with sky-at a singleton swish of your godly thumb; after I
die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm maniacally afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember the unassailable silkenness of
your persona—which charmed even the most hideous of devils to fall at
your feet; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm overwhelmingly afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember that heavenly spontaneity that
profusely dribbled from your soul—uninhibitedly embracing one and all
on this boundless Universe; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm inescapably afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember that immortal heart of yours;
whose each insuperable beat blessed every cranny of this gigantic
Universe with the power of truth; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm inexorably afraid
that I'd never ever be able to remember that unmatched signature of
yours—which forever bore the ultimate seal of this entire enchanting
planet; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but I'm continuously afraid that
I'd never ever be able to remember that eternal sparkle in even the
most evanescent of your shadow—which bestowed upon the power to
royally survive as the richest organism for an infinite more
lifetimes; after I die….

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Irrespective of whether you get your girl's love or not…

2007-04-26T02:41:00.009+05:30

Its not about the mortuaries of vapidly deteriorating blackness; but
life's all about how invincibly do you light up the same; with the
untamed fire of optimism in your fervently righteous eyes,

Its not about those countless anecdotes of murderously betrayal; but
life's all about how you metamorphose each one of them into an
everlasting lantern of friendship; with each beat of immortal love in
your heart,

Its not about the inevitably lecherous bouts of stony solitariness;
but life's all about how you jauntily illuminate the same- with the
bounteous ardor to survive in your enthralling voice,

Its not about every path which led to the corpses of monotonous
hopelessness; but life's all about how you spawn beams of newness in
the same; with the unbridled creativity lingering in each of your
stride,

Its not about those tears of indescribable anguish that dribble down
the cheeks; but life's all about how you evaporate the same into a
cloud of fantasies; with each of your magically ameliorating smile,

Its not about those disastrously hackneyed destiny lines; but life's
all about how you write your own fortunes; with the perennially
sparkling ink of your undefeated perseverance,

Its not about those eyeballs being dreadfully blinded by the swords of
corruption; but life's all about how you inspire them to shunt all
evil; with the flame of perpetual truth triumphantly transcending
every quarter of your soul,

Its not about the bitterness which had arisen out of ruthless
discrimination and disparity; but life's all about how you timelessly
unite every conceivable living kind; in the religion of eternally
unconquerable humanity,

Its not about the dungeons of ominous greed which pulverized one and
all to feckless shit; but life's all about how you ubiquitously sow
the seeds of altruistic compassion-which were inherently ingrained in
every droplet of your blood,

Its not about the inevitable spurts of devilish laziness that lay a
jinx upon the earth; but life's all about how you substituted the same
with the untamed energy to survive; predominantly exhaling out of your
nostrils,

Its not about the unsparing cry of terrorizing war that threatened to
rip apart through the fabric of human kind; but life's all about how
you perennially quelled the same; with the message of peace and
brotherhood—radiating from every cranny of your countenance,

Its not about sinfully lugubrious decay and the inescapable stench
that arose; but life's all about how you sparked the skies of
freshness in each element of the atmosphere; with your unending zeal
to adventure; discover and blissfully create,

Its not about those countless cries of hedonistic torture; but life's
all about how you took away even the tiniest ounce of hysterical pain;
with the balm of unshakable friendship; that you had to offer to one
and all,

Its not about the curse of curtailed time crucifying the chapter of
existence; but life's all about how you lived each instant to the
fullest of its capacity; as if it were your very last instant to
survive on planet divine,

Its not about the sadistic devil trouncing every trace of uninhibited
happiness; but life's all about how you hoist the flag of victory with
every good deed that you executed-by the grace of the Omnipotent God,

Its not about a lost cause which cast its holocaustic shadow upon the
entire Universe; but life's all about how you let your own inimitable
identity of truth forever prevail; and bless even the worst of your
foes,

Its not about the closest to your heart deserting you in the midst of
the apocalyptic storm; but life's all about how you spread the oceans
of love from your heart all over; and in the goriest face of betrayal,

Its not about the bane of childlessness thwarting the fabric of living
kind; but life's all about how you adopt every orphaned child in
vicinity; with the unparalleled goodness in even the most obfuscated
iota of your creation,

And its not about the fangs of satanic death forever silencing every
cry of fresh birth; but life's all about how you live an infinite
lives just in a single lifetime of yours; by tirelessly loving each
palpable creation of the Almighty Lord; irrespective of whether you
could get the love of your girl or not…

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He who definitely knew that he'd die….

2007-04-26T02:41:00.008+05:30

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
traversing through the forests; and the uncouthly ferocious lion
snapping each bone of their apart into a countless disparaging
fragments,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
voyaging through the ocean; haplessly drowning to the rock-bottom; and
being sporadically pulverized by the hedonistic jaws of the shark,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
seated in the luminous aircraft; with the air-conditioned bewitchment
eventually crashing and exploding like frigid pieces of nothingness
against the cold-blooded rocks,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
at war with abhorrent neighboring land; being ruthlessly beheaded if
caught; or otherwise being blown up like nonchalant ash-at the
vindictive strike of the missile,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
cremating their near and dear ones; with the inconsolably despairing
hopelessness of the situation; metamorphosing them into a living
carcass for the remainder of their lives,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
inevitably impersonating invidious shades of lies to survive; with
this most dreaded sin of existence forever dissolving them into their
invisible corpse,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
toiling towards their dreams of becoming the richest man; with the
last ounce of power in their bones eventually succumbing to the most
unthinkably murderous rat-raced exhaustion,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
fast asleep past ghoulish midnight; with the most dreadfully maiming
nightmares of all times snapping the last fangs of their inimitable
breath,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
clambering towards the ultimate peak of Everest; ruthlessly devoured
by the unstoppable onslaught of the avalanche and the heartlessly
freezing wind,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
giving miraculous birth to more of their own; with the excruciating
pains of labor silencing the tiniest cry to palpitate in their souls,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
undergoing the wrath of morbid betrayal; with their breaths naturally
ending before—they could dare view their beloved being passionately
embraced and caressed in alien arms,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
speeding on the express highways; when clashing metal to brutal metal
would foment such an acrimonious ball of fire—as never witnessed in
history before,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
stepping out to earn their own bread; with the treacherously parasitic
attitude of people around—extricating the very last droplet of their
innocuous blood,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
the earthquake suddenly struck; being cold-bloodedly sucked into the
horrendously fulminating belly of the earth—where there graves lay
already dug,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
strapped to the exuberant parachute; with the ferociously plundering
storm rendering them wailing and wingless—in their uncontrolled
descent towards murderous stony ground,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
facing the relentlessly inhuman torture by the police; as they
mustered up all their non-existent courage to divulge the devil hidden
in their dastardly souls,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
anticipating their final examination results; with the feeblest
contingency of a failure and the flagrant exoneration by the society
thereafter; cruelly asphyxiating each of their heartbeat in their
chests,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die; whilst
attempting to change the course of their otherwise satanic destiny;
with the irrefutably pre-destined sinking them deeper and deeper into
their graves-the harder they tried to redefine and revolutionize time,

And then I met him; uncontrollably trembling and slavering in the
mortuaries of uncertainty—he who definitely knew that he'd die; as
he'd shared just a few idiosyncratically weak moments of his with his
spouse; a few moments which he wanted to entirely erase from the
chapter of his impoverished life---but she on the other hand was
waiting like a famished tigress to repeat the same to him at the
tiniest human error he committed; and without the slightest of reason
or rhyme….

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Deep Ocean of Secrets…

2007-04-26T02:41:00.007+05:30

Be it belonging to the infinitesimally irate ant; who traversed an
infinite steps in its journey from the bottom of the majestic dinner
table; to its tantalizingly steaming top,

Be it belonging to the stoically invincible Everest; which stood with
its head high as the lone unflinchingly exuberant warrior; even as the
entire planet beside was dissolving into the mortuaries of
hopelessness,

Be it belonging to the measly disheveled mushroom; frenetically
staggering with each draught of fresh air; trying to solidly emboss
its very own place in the languid bits of mud circumscribing it,

Be it belonging to the wondrously tangy wave; dissipating into an
unparalleled festoon of royal froth; triggering an inevitable smile on
every bygone face, after clashing against the seductive black rocks,

Be it belonging to the voluptuously crimson thundercloud; which craved
and craved and unstoppably craved for its time; to melt into a
boundless droplets of everlastingly mollifying rain,

Be it belonging to the incongruously bohemian barking dog; who
uncontrollably growled nineteen to the dozen even in ghastly midnight;
until its voice was eventually heard by its callous master,

Be it belonging to the perennially flowering tree; which blossomed
into umpteenth a dazzling leaf every now and again; and whose each
minuscule root had entrapped in it; the hidden enigmas of a time
before time was pragmatically born,

Be it belonging to the diminutively impoverished cubicle of stray ice;
trembling an infinite times every unfurling instant; in anticipation
of its worst enemy the "Sun" blazing out; and forever pulverizing the
chapter of its existence beyond its livid grave,

Be it belonging to the indiscriminately behemoth dinosaur; for whom
everything else on earth was a maudlin buffoonery of time; as it toyed
with all creation in the center of its palm; till its last breath
destined,

Be it belonging to the insignificantly tiny shell lying astray on the
skewed shores; fighting left; right and center for its very existence;
even as each gigantic wave inexorably tried to drown to the rock
bottom of the sea,

Be it belonging to the vivaciously dancing peacock; which spread its
romantic plumage full throttle in anticipation of its dream mate; with
the very first showers of ravishingly golden rain,

Be it belonging to the obnoxiously fetid cockroach; spending an
infinite of its lives fretfully meandering round the disdainful
lavatory seat; an indescribable miles far away from the freshness of
rising sunlight,

Be it belonging to the raunchily descending bat; searching for every
conceivable prey of its blindfolded; since its very first cry of
morosely blackened and topsy-turvy hackneyed life,

Be it belonging to most impoverished ingredient of the atmosphere;
swept to its non-existent grave every second by the slightest puff of
wind; and then found floating again in some indecipherable part of the
fathomless Universe,

Be it belonging to the very last brick in the boundlessly deep
foundation; which timelessly winced in unheard pain; an intransigently
agonizing scream which fell on deaf ears and with only the darkness
around it as its lone companion,
Be it belonging to the pinch of vapid dust; which either got
ruthlessly swept; heartlessly trampled; ludicrously blown;
condemningly spat upon; by every cold-blooded stroke of unsparing
destiny,

Be it belonging to the velvety blade of emerald grass; which
perennially romanced in the aisles of untamed desire; with each
droplet of mesmerizing golden dew,

Be it belonging to the evanescent entrenchment of the parsimonious
horizons; which try as hard as they could; but were never successful
in salvaging their own identity; amidst the day; afternoon and wild
night,

Be it belonging to the incongruously babbling eunuch; stretching to
every threshold of raucously unimaginable obscenity; in order to evict
those quintessential bundles of currency from the spurious society
outside,

O! Yes, be it belonging to conceivably anyone on this tirelessly
ingratiating earth; every palpitating heart has; is; and shall
forever remain an unconquerably "Deep Ocean of secrets"…

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An earnest prayer for every other husband on this earth….

2007-04-26T02:41:00.006+05:30

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
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
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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Patience---The Greatest Artist…

2007-04-26T02:41:00.005+05:30

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to profoundly admire even the most infinitesimal droplet of rain that cascaded from the sky; eventually absorbing into deep recesses of parched soil?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to notice the streaks of latent agony lingering in the afforested land; where the truant man played the most ruthlessly barbarous devil of his kind?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to untiringly appreciate the most orphaned first rays of the evanescent golden dawn; which filtered a fresh chapter of beginning through cold-bloodedly damned blackness?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to blend even the most intangibly dying ingredient of your blood; with each vivaciously exuberant stripe of the enthralling rainbow in enigmatic sky?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to feast every pore of your miserably emaciated nostrils; on the ecstatically unfettered scent of the freshly rain soaked mud?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to be an integral element of every stillness of the atmosphere; the perpetual silence enshrouding --which unveiled a countless mysteries untold of wandering man?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to conceive a boundless steps towards eternal success in your mind; before you could even alight the first physical step on veritable soil?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to be tolerant to every fraternity; caste; creed that existed in the human race; inseparably coalesce with all—to spawn into an unassailable singular mass of living kind?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to treat each anecdote of the severest failure with a smile in your stride; and yet optimistically treating each sunset as the messiah to the next sunrise?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to talk to your very ownself; miraculously soothe your traumatically frazzled nerves with the unflinchingly fearless baritone that wafted from your throat?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to distinctly distinguish even the tiniest bird in the flapping in blue sky; just by the inimitable ebullience in its wondrous chirp?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to feel the astoundingly unparalleled goodness of creation; even amidst the most bizarrely slipping particles of hapless quick sand?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to make friendships with the most alien; sharing each estrangement of your heart like being the greatest pals of all times?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to grant a philosophical expression to even the most mundane thought of your mind; delve into the more inscrutably tantalizing version of vibrant life?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to capture even the most intricately vacillating shades of mother nature in the whites of your eye; to spurn enamoring poetry in each tear drop of untamed joy that dribbled down your cheeks?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to caress the obscurest contours of your silhouette in the ripples of the placid lake; loving each aspect of your persona so that you could then shower the same bountifully upon countless more of your living kind?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to read someone else’s mind—intransigently concentrating upon each bead of sweat that culminated upon the terse creases of the forehead?

Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt the art of love to its unabashed fullest; stretching the fathomless boundaries of your brain to beyond the definitions of monotonous convention—and into a heaven of impregnable beauty?

Ah well ! Irrespective of what people say and would keep opining till the time they had voice and the earth existed---‘Patience’ for me is the greatest artist and brings out the greatest artist in you—Isn’t it irrefutably true ?

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TOBBY—MY DARLING EVERYBODY…

2007-04-26T02:41:00.004+05:30

TOBBY—MY DARLING EVERYBODY…
POEM FOR MY DEAREST DARLING TOBBY, WHO SHALL ALWAYS BE ALIVE IN EACH OF MY HEARTBEAT AS I LIVE THE VERY LAST BREATH OF MY LIFE & EVEN AN INFINITE CENTURIES BEYOND.....

TOBBY—MY DARLING EVERYBODY…

Was he an angel who'd descended right from the center of the sky; to bless each ingredient of my space with unparalleled happiness—grant me the unfailing tenacity to reach closer to the most impossible of my dreams?

Was he an invincibly pristine cloud—which incessantly showered the golden rain of prosperity upon my bereaved countenance; saw to it that I came out effulgently alive-- everytime I entered my corpse entirely dead?

Was he the ultimate prince of my miserably asphyxiated destiny—who metamorphosed every maelstrom of flagrant luck that dared come my way; into a fountain of perennial happiness?

Was he every mischievously uninhibited wrinkle in my otherwise livid kin—which profoundly inspired every tangible and intangible entity that I encountered on the streets—and fomented them to majestically think?

Was he the answer to every flummoxing enigma of my dreaded existence—the most perfect sound of 'yes' which unequivocally dissipated from each of my entangled heartbeat?

Was he the pricelessly ultimate valentine of my life—taking me a fathomless kilometers away from every brutally estranged reality; innocuously dancing with me all the time in God's invincible paradise?

Was he the unsurpassable confidence that empowered even the tiniest of my veins—as the battlefield of life grew more and more cannibalistic and I was subjected to the goriest devils of sadistic blood?

Was he every word of unbridled innocence that my mouth uttered—solely epitomizing only the essence of truth in a world-- otherwise deplorably swamped by a pack of manipulative wolves?

Was he the very best and untainted form of God's creation in my palms—uninhibitedly swaying from one corner to the other—and granting the most meaningful impetus to me in my impoverished life?

Was he the most unprejudiced moisture of my disdainfully shrunken eyes—timelessly leading me to the corridors of eternally magical freedom; reflecting my undying compassion for ever fraternity of living kind?

Was he the innermost voice of my inconspicuously buried soul—which timelessly strived for uniting the farthest ends of this boundless planet; into the insuperably miraculous religion of mankind?

Was he the embers of unflinching passion innately smoldering in my bruised bones—fervently clapping everytime I advanced towards any path of goodness; after crumbling an infinite times into morbid soil?

Was he the impregnable fortress that fearlessly towered around each trembling part of me---safeguarding even the most infinitesimal aspect of my existence to the hilt—whilst I snored to the tunes of my very own whimsical dreams?

Was he the most faithful friend; philosopher and guide that I harbored—who stuck more unassailably to me than my very own shadow—even as I eccentrically marched the walk of ghastly death?

Was he my ultimate definition of a perfect living being—unfathomably mischievous and adventurous—yet one of the most immaculately princely pearl of God's earthly rhyme?

Was he every heartfelt tear that effusively cascaded down my eyes—as every human chose to befriend the commercially sleazy devil from the atmosphere—rather than forever blend with the beats of immortal love divine?

Was he each of my ancestor and sibling at the most crucially critical of my times—lending his poignant ears to even the inconsolable of my cries—when the rest of the 'blood related' word round me had died?

Was he an inimitable magician that suddenly appeared out of nowhere in my beleaguered life—ensuring the most charismatically magnetic smile on my lips till the very end of my time?

Was he each of my perpetual heartbeat which never betrayed—considering itself the richest on this earth alive—as it timelessly loved and acquired love of one and all on this gigantic planet alike?

Was he my most infallibly perfect impressions on mundane soil—as I chose to tread the path never ever taken before—upon which failure was the most certainly biggest writing on the walls?

Ah well, for others he might as well been just a dog named 'Tobby' who's now no longer alive---but for me he was; is and shall forever remain as my darling 'Everybody' till I breathe my very last and till beyond an infinite more lifetimes….

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Attaining heaven from your corpse in hell…

2007-04-26T02:41:00.003+05:30

A countless times in the name of religion you've cursed a countless
impeccable black cat's crossing your way—and thereby instantaneously
found yourself a most certain place in the most derogatorily punitive
hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you've ruthlessly drowned a
countless girl child to the rock bottom of the ocean—and thereby
instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the most
sadistically morbid hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you've brutally plucked
countless a nimble petal for offering to the god's—and thereby
instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the most
treacherously perverted hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you've slit the throat of
countless an innocently bleating goat—and thereby instantaneously
found yourself a most certain place in the most reproachfully
vindictive hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you've played hideously
perverted games of master with countless a truthful slave---and
thereby instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the
most tawdrily asphyxiating hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you've spread the maelstroms
of violently abusive fanaticism—and thereby instantaneously found
yourself a most certain place in the most unsparingly victimizing of
hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you've made countless
bountiful living beings as scapegoats on the sacrificial altar—and
thereby instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the
most devastatingly pugnacious hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you've slandered and shed
countless droplets of blood on the other side of your wall—and thereby
instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the most
destructively malignant hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you've wasted a countless
hours spuriously meditating- with the devil playing truant in your
mind—and thereby instantaneously found yourself a most certain place
in the most heinously sinister hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you've sadistically
desecrated countless a church, temple, mosque, monastery—and thereby
instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the most
raunchily carnivorous hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you've barbarously
assassinated a countless harbingers who were out to spread the
'religion of humanity'—and thereby instantaneously found yourself a
most certain place in the most traumatically agonizing hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you've meaninglessly fasted
and starved a countless benign fellow beings to their living
graves—and thereby instantaneously found yourself a most certain place
in the most despairingly murderous hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you've consumed countless a
fountains of blood for breakfast; brunch; lunch; dinner—and thereby
instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the most
blasphemously vapid hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you've went to gory war
orphaning countless pristine children and wives—and thereby
instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the most
ominously maiming hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you've diabolically
castrated a countless chapters of prolific procreation preferring
marriage of same sex—and thereby instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the most cadaverously disintegrated hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you've imprisoned countless
a women behind the veils of sickeningly untouchable desperation—and
thereby instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the
most penuriously lambasting hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you’ve taken a countless livid oaths of stony muteness towards the closest of your kin—and thereby instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the most despicably truculent hell,

A countless times in the name of religion you’ve unabashedly invited a countless evil spirits right into the center of your mind—and thereby instantaneously found yourself a most certain place in the most dementedly morose hell,

Can you not spend a just single minute of yours for a just a single
beat of immortally uniting love; just this one single time and in the name of that same religion—and still attain the most unassailably blessed heaven from the very midst of your corpse in hell?

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Once again back in the Creator’s Heaven…

2007-04-26T02:41:00.002+05:30

There were some who ardently waited for all majestic pearls on this fathomless Universe—to become every insouciant line on their destiny palms—and keep perennially shimmering happily everafter,

There were some who irrevocably waited for every leaf of artistic green to grow in their backyards—to timelessly enshroud even the most vapidly deteriorating of their senses with the magical touch of nature divine,

There were some who fervently waited for all the resplendently twinkling stars in sky to become the glint of their eyes—grant them that eternally enamoring spirit of mischief which forever made them the darling of all crowds,

There were some who tirelessly waited for every bit of beauty on this Universe to ebulliently assimilate into each shadow of their form—so that wherever they went every other form of life miserably dwindled before their invincible charm,

There were some who incorrigibly waited for each ounce of gold and silver on earth to inundate their empty plates---use them as their every conceivable meal with every arising spasm of hunger and thirst,

There were some who unendingly waited for the most bewitchingly enigmatic waterfalls to become the glory of their silhouette—thereby impregnate each dwindling bone of theirs with unbridled darts of passion galore,

There were some who intransigently waited for each wave of the inimitably roaring sea to play with their limp backs—quelling each dastardly apprehension of theirs with the untamed swirl of majestic tanginess,

There were some who endlessly waited for the bedazzling Sun to rise each day from the center of their brains---so that they unconquerably illuminated each path that they tread on with world-record breaking intelligence,

There were some who unsurpassably waited for infinite red roses to perpetually blossom on each step they tread---to feel like the most unparalleled king traversing through the lanes of ultimate utopia,

There were some who limitlessly waited for the boundless power of Everest to bless their arms---so that they pulverized even the mightiest of devils with utter disdain—and with a singleton swish of the thumb,

There were some who unimaginably waited for sheer ambrosia to gorgeously titillate their taste buds---attain the status of Omnipotent Godhead—existing as inconspicuous man on the trajectory of earth,

There were some who unstoppably waited for the most supernatural fabrics to cascade from fructifying sky---the simpleton clothes that eventually became their most impregnable armor to defend the worst of adversity in life,

There were some who unconditionally waited for the miraculous prowess of conquering the ultimate limits of the horizon---so that they forever shook hands with the Sun even after it’d bid adieu to the winds of the globe,

There were some who unrelentingly waited for each trace of melody on the planet to become the music of their ears---timelessly resonate to the beats of god’s naturally bounteous creation as it vivaciously unfurled,

There were some who unlimitedly waited for angels in the form of their own offspring---the ‘avatars’ of the Lord born out of their own flesh and blood---so that witnessed an uncountable miracles in just their single lifetime,

There were some who inexhaustibly waited for every tangible and intangible honor on earth to be added beside their name---so that they received the most magnificently crisp salutes wherever they went,

There were some who uncontrollably waited for each ingredient of their blood to metamorphose into the winds of the most supremely ageless—so that no death ever dared touch them even at its veritably destined time,

There were some who intractably waited for a countless lovers to uninhibitedly smooch their truncated existence—attain the pleasure and sensuousness of an indefinable more lifetimes in this very happening life,

Whilst I waited and still more passionately waited than ever before for the last day of my life---because after that I knew I would meet all those whom I immortally loved; missed and inconsolably cried for in this life---once again back in the Creator’s Heaven…

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You’d definitely have to come back ‘Tobby’ darling…

2007-04-26T02:41:00.001+05:30

So that each morsel of food that I consumed perfectly assimilated into each ingredient of my blood once again—instead of only wanting to vomit out with the fiercest tenacity the instant it entered my inconsolable intestine,

So that each passing draught of freezing wind fomented me to uninhibitedly shiver once again—instead of me facing it bare-chested like an amorphous piece of lifeless junk,

So that each holocaust of unfathomably bizarre pain evoked a tear in my eye once again—instead of just emotionlessly staring at blank bits of endless sky and languidly passing by,

So that each bit of happiness profoundly brimming in the atmosphere brought a smile to my lips once again—instead of them biting viciously and unstoppably against patches of desolate nothingness,

So that every ray of unfettered dazzling Sun illuminated the pathway of my truncated life once again---instead of drowning me deep and more ghastily deeper into a mortuary of forlornly plaguing darkness,

So that each ounce of jubilant honey brought sweetness into the fabric of my existence once again—instead of dreadfully embittering every conceivably innocuous beat of my soul,

So that each droplet of sensuous rain cascading from the sky tantalized me once again—instead of insensitively charring me down till the very last bone of my already deadened spine,

So that each infinitesimal bit of vividly blooming life made me a poet once again—instead of perpetuating the non-existent devil in me to incongruously curse under my breath,

So that each bountiful flower spread its majestic fragrance into the inane vacuum of my life once again—instead of becoming an intolerably decrepit stench which treacherously led me to the trench of gory death,

So that each tingling adventure impregnated that beautiful enthrallment into my survival once again—instead of dulling me into the most sadistically jinxed graveyards of monotonousness,

So that every vivacious rainbow in the sky ecstatically differentiated the boundless colors of my life once again—instead of maiming me for forever and ever and ever into a coffin of estranged blackness,

So that every exhilarating space around me granted me that spirit of untamed freedom once again—instead of barbarously suffocating me to the gallows of indescribably sinister death,

So that each element of desire aroused me to the most unprecedented hilt once again—instead of uncouthly silencing the last cry of my joyousness to stonily devastating hell,

So that every globule of aristocratic dew punctuated each nerve of mine with unparalleled fantasy once again—instead of becoming an unsurpassable ocean of blood for me to lividly float on,

So that each anecdote of true friendship made me immortally realize the beauty of life once again—instead of becoming the unbearably black stamp of hedonistic betrayal which stabbed left; right and dead center,

So that invincibly united strength taught me the ultimate chapters of humanity once again---instead of venomously chopping the entire planet into spurious differentiations of caste; creed; color and tribe,

So that every tangible trace of life which sprouted on the Universe made me believe in God once again—instead of maniacally driving towards the dungeons of insanely plundering devil,

So that every day for me became a ‘valentines day’; wherein I indefatigably breathed the essence of peace; love and friendship in one & all once again—instead of strangulating every pore of my body to horrific death this very cursed instant,

You would definitely have to come back to me ‘Tobby’ darling—for I knew no more life and love beyond you—you’d always be the ultimate hero of my eyes after God—and now alone without you; I can think of nothing else but death; death and wholesomely silencing death…

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A Generation which never loses. We're "Generation Y"

2007-04-26T02:41:00.000+05:30

Out of the clutches of societal desperation,

Out of the realms of spurious religious conflict,

Out of the gutters of frustratingly penalizing politics,

Out of the traditionally barbarous mindsets of the typical chauvinist,

Out of the tunnels of superficially illiterate darkness,

Out of the battlefields of fanatically baseless bombarding and war,

Out of any brutal offerings of flesh and life to the feet of the
Omnipotent God,

Out of the stinkingly deplorable hell of feckless dictatorship,

Out of the monstrously malaise mansions of tyrannical rules and regulations,

Out of the sinister dungeons where definitions of 'caste', 'creed',
'color', remained jailed,

Out of any frigidly exploiting caves of 'tantra', 'yantra', 'mantra' and astrological drama,

Out of any evil spirit trying its maniacal best to forever taint the fabric of humanity,

Out of any impractical preachings which ludicrously seemed applicable only after death,

Out of any anecdote of self inflicted loneliness which only led to dementia at its very best,

Out of mush-mushy candy floss romances which only led to shattering of the heart into an infinite pieces,

Out of the dusty roads of laziness and foolhardy stagnation,

Out of the holocaustic perverted mindset- which massacred at random in the robes of a holy priest,

Out of the non-existent shadows of anarchy—which'd cast a pall of morbid gloom across each aspect of our priceless senses,

Out of the blackness of ignorance which let us breathe only to the song of strangulating death,

We're here. We're back. We're roaring n alive as the generation of the new millennium—as the generation which never loses—as the generation of now— as 'Generation Y'….

Everytime my heart palpitated for existence…

2007-04-26T02:39:00.000+05:30

Some relentlessly wiped the dust of it; just in order to relieve the
unsurpassable restlessness that irksomely leaked from each pore of
their; frenetically trembling fingers,

Some unceasingly wiped the dust of it; just in order to give each day
of theirs a meaningfully pragmatic start; judiciously adhering to
every conceivable thumb rule of cleanliness embossed in the scientific
textbooks,

Some thoroughly wiped the dust of it; just in order to grant their
otherwise haplessly beleaguered demeanors; that supreme hilt of
sparkling achievement,

Some intransigently wiped the dust of it; just in order to be that
very first infallible pioneering leaf; in the whole new chapter of
bountifully civilized cleanliness,

Some fanatically wiped the dust of it; just in order to sight even the
most infinitesimal curve of their facial contours; in its now
wholesomely brand-new transparently scintillating glass,

Some painstakingly wiped the dust of it; just in order to keep even
the faintest shadows of their existence pollution free; inhale an air
more purer than what could be found in rhapsodically majestic
paradise,

Some maniacally wiped the dust of it; just in order to wonderfully
mollify their everyday habitual rages of exonerating every speck of
grime; to beyond the realms of nothingness,

Some listlessly wiped the dust of it; just in order to expend their
latently thwarted energies into something alien; whilst profoundly
concentrating upon the cherished targets of their lives,

Some inexhaustibly wiped the dust of it; just in order to grant it the
highest honor of their otherwise impoverished lives; seeking refuge in
its invincibly peaceful contours—when the rapacious balderdash of the
planet became too devilish to bear,

Some iteratively wiped the dust of it; just in order to tickle the
otherwise robotically estranged hair of their nostrils; with the
unabashedly merry-making particles that bellowed in a jiffy inside,

Some snobbishly wiped the dust of it; just in order to grant
themselves a feeling of fecklessly frigid superiority; that its
destiny of whether to be clean or not; entirely depended upon the
swish of their nonchalant thumbs,

Some laboriously wiped the dust of it; just in order to holistically
rejuvenate blood in their otherwise haplessly paralyzed fingers; which
had gotten so ruthlessly numb in the freezing winter morning,

Some irately wiped the dust of it; just in order to get rid of their
inexplicably unwonted irritation; as they disgustingly snapped at
every conceivable thing in vicinity since the first crack of dawn,

Some unstoppably wiped the dust of it; just in order to ease those
endlessly painstakingly hours that lay inevitably in store; and that
had to be conquered to taste the fruits of blissful success,

Some lackadaisically wiped the dust of it; just in order to merely
caress their bewitchingly dreaming fingers; with a tiny ocean of
glimmering pristine silk,

Some devoutly wiped the dust of it; just in order to regroup the
miserably hackneyed lines of their shattered destiny; in its myriad
labyrinths of mystical sacredness,

Some despairingly wiped the dust of it; just in order to frantically
search for those stolen moments of happiness; which could be slyly
lurking in the recesses of infinite oblivion behind,

Some dedicatedly wiped the dust of it; just in order to timelessly
worship the image behind; from which eternally radiated every single
pulse; every single color of their impoverished lives,

Whilst I never ever cleaned it; neither did I ever see the frame in
which it was kept; yet immortally felt the photo of my God in its most
royally unassailable form; everytime my heart palpitated for
existence; everytime my heart throbbed for symbiotic life…..

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When I wasn’t writing poetry….

2006-10-17T23:26:00.000+05:30

Its like the highest summit of the Himalayas suddenly feeling disastrously pale and defeated; even infront of the most infinitesimally lackluster of squandering ants,

Its like those unlimited swarm of bumble bees suddenly feeling extremely bitter and remorseful; even in the heart of their hives—profusely inundated with nothing else but celestial honey,

Its like the flamboyantly brilliant Sun suddenly feeling as if pathetically squatting in limp darkness; even in the midst of the most tempestuously sweltering afternoon,

Its like the most towering of dinosaur suddenly feeling unable to gobble a minuscule leaf; even as several thousand of its teeth uncontrollably minced and roared to devour endless civilizations; just for morning breakfast,

Its like an infinite avalanches of the most frozen ice suddenly feeling like melting into nothingness; even as the chilliest winds of unsparing winter made mercury dip to several hundred degrees below trusted zero,

Its like the most robustly rollicking of body suddenly feeling like starving to an inconsolable death; even when sumptuously fed every hour with the best fruits and ingredients of nature divine,

Its like the most holistically inimitable brain suddenly feeling like heading towards inexplicable dementia; even when effortlessly solving the most pragmatic problems of mathematics at unbelievable speeds,

Its like the most amazingly fecund patches of timelessly proliferating earth suddenly feeling infertile; even infront of the disgracefully impotent wails of the vindictive eunuch,

Its like the stringently unstoppable needles of the clock suddenly feeling like stagnating in the mortuaries of solitariness; even as time inexhaustibly ticked forward to unveil into a revolutionary new tomorrow,

Its like the most gorgeously burgeoning of rose suddenly feeling asphyxiated from all quarters with worthless stink; even when people from all quarters of the globe were inevitably drawn solely to its invincible scent,

Its like the eternally rising sea wave suddenly feeling like the most listlessly pulverized weed; even infront of the fetid pile of slush incongruously blabbering near the lifeless gutter,

Its like the exuberantly twinkling star suddenly feeling that blackness was the sole ruler of the sadistic night; even though it filtered the most optimistic path of hope to survive in the darkness; savagely menacing around,

Its like the very first showers of ecstatically torrential rain suddenly feeling lividly desolate; even infront of the most worthlessly cringing and miserably abandoned desert sands,

Its like ebullient blood gushing through the veins suddenly feeling as if it belonged to someplace else; even as it indefatigably pumped the heart with unconquerable exhilaration,

Its like the majestic spider perched in the center of its web suddenly feeling decimated by a boundless feet on ground; even though the strands of silk absorbed it more compassionately and profound; into its own perseveringly crafted castle,

Its like the most wondrously efficacious panacea on this planet suddenly feeling that it was abhorrent venom; even though it marvelously and untiringly continued on its miraculous healing spree,

Its like the strongest foundation on soil suddenly feeling it’d worthlessly buried a countless feet under dead soil; even though it hadn’t moved a whisker; in the most treacherously vengeful earthquake of the decade,

Its like the most immortal of heartbeat suddenly feeling blasphemously betrayed; even though the sky of perpetual love continued to harness and replenish the most inconspicuous of its desires,

And I can assure you, it was indeed much worse than all of the above; a feeling too unthinkably cursed to describe to even the goriest of devils out there; when though I had the entire wealth of the world—but unfortunately wasn’t writing poetry…

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Your immortal beats

2006-10-17T01:44:00.000+05:30

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
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
today; staring death in its face; and yet alive…

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Yours truly in dirt

2006-10-17T01:38:00.000+05:30

Short stubs of sharp black hair,
Sprouting from skin pores of unshaven flesh,
Long hair with untrimmed side locks,
Bearing heaps of white dandruff powder,
Corn dried lips chapped at sides,
Nostrils emitting hardened mass of mucus,
Eardrums filled with coats of sordid yellow wax,
Streaks of dirt lining angular neck,
Pus cells activated in lower eye,
Broken eyebrows curled in disarray,
Uncut fingernails adhered to mud,
Armpits spreading undesirable stench,
White teeth pearls dulled to chocolate brown,
Scribbled writing on all quarters of palm,
Tightly fit bedraggled clothes,
With gaping holes in shirt and vest,
Ants gnawing at chunks of stuck honey,
On projecting wide shoulder bone,
Sports shoe lining coated with coal tar,
I moan in utter dismay and lost hope,
As I stare at my unwashed demeanor; my unpolished body in the mirror.

Yours only forever

2006-10-17T01:37:00.000+05:30

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
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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You're my breath

2006-10-17T01:34:00.019+05:30

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
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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Your velvety shadow

2006-10-17T01:34:00.018+05:30

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
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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Your love for me

2006-10-17T01:34:00.017+05:30

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
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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Your Kiss

2006-10-17T01:34:00.016+05:30

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 dewdropp 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
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 pea*****; 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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Your Immortal slave

2006-10-17T01:34:00.015+05:30

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,

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…

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Your heart was the best

2006-10-17T01:34:00.014+05:30

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
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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Your heart said it all

2006-10-17T01:34:00.013+05:30

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
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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Your Godly sweat

2006-10-17T01:34:00.012+05:30

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
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
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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