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Death
By
Nikhil Parekh
Author Biography
Nikhil Parekh , ( born August 27 , 1977 ) , from Ahmedabad ,
India - is a Love Poet and 10 time National Record holder for his
Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India limcabookofrecords.in , which is India's Best Book of Records ,
also Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of
World Records . He is an author of - ' LONGEST BOOK written
by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY ' , which has a Print Length
of 5254 pages on the Amazon Kindle .
The Poet's style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never
ever been written before or experimented on the mortal planet
by any mortal . Though his Poetry / literature is normal and
natural .
CONTENTS
1. INEVITABLE DEATH
2. YOU CAN'T STRANGULATE YOURSELF AND STILL
LEAD LIFE
3. PRIORITY
4. PAST, PRESENT AND NEAR FUTURE
5. WHAT REASON HAD YOU
6. ONCE UPON A TIME
7. THE GREATEST TRUTH; THE GREATEST LIE.
8. THE LAST DAY OF HIS LIFE
9. A SINGLE GROWL
10. LIFELESS COMMODITY
11. I WANTED THE WORLD TO RECOGNIZE
12. BUT WHAT ABOUT THOSE ?
13. BEARDED
14. A SINGLE DEVIL
15. ALL I WANT IS EVERYTHING
16. WHY WAS I LIVING
17. MOOD
18. THE IDEAL HEART
19. THERE WAS A CORNER OF MY MIND
20. HALF HEARTED
21. NO FORMALITY
22. AFTER A TIRED DAY IN OFFICE
23. AS THE LIGHTS CHANGED FROM RED TO GREEN
24. THE WORST THING
25. TILL THE TIME
26. WHISTLE
27. ALWAYS LISTENING TO THE TUNES OF MY HEART
1. INEVITABLE DEATH
Every day I polished my teeth with scintillating toothpaste;
scrupulously scrapping even the most minuscule chunk of dirt
trapped in the interiors within,
Every day I washed my body tenaciously with raw soap;
intricately extracting even the most infinitesimal particle of
dandruff from my scalp,
Every day I trimmed my nails; judiciously seeing to it that they
didnt protrude even a trifle more than necessary,
Every day I placed my soggy shoes in blistering sunlight; in
order to fumigate even the last ounce of fungus disdainfully
adhering incorrigibly to my shoes,
Every day I ironed my clothes with a steaming iron; profoundly
ensuring that every single little cringe metamorphosed itself into
handsome neat folds,
Every day I applied tons of redolent powder on my skin; spraying
every cranny of my armpits with rejuvenating fountains of
pungent scent,
You can't have a snow white beard extruding from your cheeks
and still proclaim that you were a teenager,
You can't yawn with your Jaws wide open and still remain dry
eyed,
You can't be an insane lunatic and still be able to scrupulously
recite each stanza from the Shakespeare,
You can't adorn a diamond ring on your finger and still
audaciously declare that you weren't engaged,
You can't get as pink as a radish and still say that you didnt
blush the slightest,
You can't protrude out your tongue in anger and still convey to
the world that you were a revered saint,
You can't have dark circles under your lids and still perceive
yourself to be an innocuous kid,
You can't keep lying on the seashore and still feel in the midst of
tingling adventure,
You can't whip the slave left, right, center and still believe that
you had blessed him,
You can't act like a crazy clown and still envisage yourself to be
the greatest actor,
You can't stammer and still speak with articulate proficiency on
the mike,
You can't drive slow and still win the whirlwind speed motor car
race,
You can't be bare eyed and still stare unrelentingly into the
blazing fireball of Sun,
You can't shout deafeningly and still blow a melodious whistle,
You can't be afraid of a mosquito and still pledge to leap into the
unfathomably
deep valley head on,
You can't eat Cadbury chocolates and still expect smoke to
diffuse ecstatically from your nostrils,
You can't drape your feet in spiked footwear and still topple on
the ground like nine pins,
You can't apply mud on your hair and still experience the silken
follicles shine,
You can't keep looking at the changing sun and still tell the exact
minute of the day,
You can't have a badly fractured hand and still expect to
challenge the mightiest wrestler,
You can't have red ants inside your trousers and still sit
unperturbed throughout the business meeting,
You can't have savage blood coated on your hands and still
divulge to the world that they were as sacrosanct as God,
You can't be incarcerated behind bars of the prison and still play
hide-n-seek with your children in the park,
You can't wear a flimsy night suit and still stand without
shivering on the frozen lake,
You can't have infinite blemishes of chicken pox and still
compare yourself with the shimmering pearl,
You can't be a mundane businessman and still have a passionate
penchant for
poetic rhyme,
You can't be an imbecile beggar and still think of sleeping all
night on the
golden couch,
You can't sit in front of the man eater leopard and still recite
tranquil rhymes from the holy scriptures,
You can't stick your tongue out and still say that you're well
mannered and extremely cultured,
You can't be a ghastly skeleton suspended from the ceiling and
still conquer the entire battle field in war,
You can't wink flirtatiously at a girl and still adroitly tell her that
she was your sister,
You can't be rustic fisherman and still know the most intricate of
computer virus,
You can't spell death wrongly and still have an ambition to die,
You can't simply hold the knife in your hands and still profusely
bleed,
You can't open your mouth a trifle lazily and still expect
thunderous tunes to blast through the frigid atmosphere,
You can't wear a necklace of glistening diamonds and still feel
venomous snakes brutally strangulating your neck,
You can't be a slime coated frog and still conceive yourself to as
the
astonishingly beautiful crown princess,
You can't eat foul sewage floating in the gutter and still expect
pearls to pop out each time you opened your mouth,
You can't tear plain paper into infinite parts and still flood its
surface with
unending lines of literature,
You can't have lecherous fires blazing in your eyes and still have
empathy for the deprived,
You can't worry baselessly and still make people around you
wholeheartedly laugh,
You can't maliciously envy your counterparts and still reach the
top,
You can't drive a truck blindfolded and still be able to reach the
other end of the
road safely,
You can't be sitting in one corner of the dark room and still
imagine yourself to be a complete man,
You can't develop nerve-wrecking stress and still have blissful
peace,
You can't apply effeminate lipstick on your lips and still claim to
be Tarzan inhabiting the wild,
You can't drench yourself wholesomely in the rain and still catch
blazing fires the very next instant,
You can't draw incongruous lines with your feet and still
visualize yourself as the greatest artist,
You can't brag like a donkey and still whisper to the society that
you were
unselfishly polite,
You can't keep surging down into deep waters and still view the
pinnacle of the tower spiraling high towards the Sun,
You can't roll amidst heaps of glittering gold and still cry
hysterically that you were poor,
You can't walk in stark darkness and still sight your shadow
following you at close quarters,
You can't have black lizards slithering all over your body and still
remain as stoical as frozen ice,
You can't lick hard dirt and still find your tongue as clear as the
transparent mirror,
You can't run like a whirlwind volcano and still feel your heart
completely dormant in your chest,
You can't sway flirtatiously sighting every girl and still convince
your wife that she was the only entity you revered,
You can't be oblivious to the first alphabet of English language
and still imbibe every word of the colossal dictionary,
You can't live imprisoned behind the dingy brick wall and still
inhale gallons of blissful air,
You can't keep looking at your watch every minute and still
announce confidently that you weren't a trifle anxious,
You can't emulate every action happening beside you and still
cognize yourself to be entirely independent,
You can't sit languidly in the air-craft to smoothly glide up the
hill and still bellow at the top of your lungs that you clambered
up all the treacherous slope standing on your toes,
You can't deluge your mouth completely with water and still
want jewels to tumble out each time you spoke,
You can't have thorns adhered to all parts of your body and still
feel yourself heavily soaked in spongy jelly,
You can't be a satanic barbarian chopping raw flesh and still
imagine yourself to have created new life,
You can't bathe in a river of sweet honey and still want the bees
to shirk away the instant they sighted you,
You can't lie breathless in the stone clad coffin and still come out
bouncing
radiantly alive,
You can't have a reserved heart wandering materialistically and
still fall madly in love,
And You cant strangulate your emotions; grope uncertainly in a
land of cowardice and still lead life
3. PRIORITY
My top most priority was my God; who had bestowed upon me
the power to exist and holistically fight for my survival on the
surface of this earth,
The next to follow in my life was my Mother; who actually gave
me birth; evolving me in the first place to be what I was; at this
very second today,
The next to follow in my life was my beloved; who harnessed the
true potential lying dormant in my mind for years; triggering me
of to achieve unsurpassable realms
of success,
The next to follow in my life was my sister; with her innocuously
mischievous grin; causing intense rejuvenation of my mind,
The next to follow in my life was my Godfather who played a
pivotal role in providing his armory of experienced tips; whether
I liked it or didnt like it,
The next to follow in my life were my grandparents; whom I
overwhelmingly adored; but at the same time the ones who tried
to drown me into the ocean of their age
old and stringently mundane theories,
The next to follow in my life was my pet dog; who incessantly
wagged its tail in ecstatic jubilation; the instant I entered my
dwelling,
The next to follow in my life were my selective bunch of friends;
who always supported me in my times of bizarre affliction and
inexplicable distress,
The next to follow in my life was my tiny little hutment;
appearing as an inconspicuous speck of dirt amidst the dense
camouflage of trees; yet providing me
shelter to bear the ominous night,
The next to follow in my life were all the impeccably smiling
children; whom I got a chance to encounter on the streets; and
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life and lag
behind?
And If the person even after being dead for infinite years; be
immortally present everywhere through the spirit of his
benevolent deeds,
Then tell me what reason had you to be afraid of life and lag
behind?
And the greatest truth existing; is unbiased love; the entity you
solely continue
living for
He left his wrists bare; gauging the time from position of the
Sun; when usually he even slept the entire night with his watch
strapped tightly,
He viewed television incessantly at strident volumes; when
usually he preferred to brood desolately in solitude,
He sang romantic tunes from contemporary songs; when usually
he always condemned and rebuked the advent of pop music,
He masticated at raw slices of poignant cucumber; when usually
he commanded the cooks to boil his food to unprecedented
limits,
He shook hands magnanimously with the peons; when usually he
held a handkerchief stuffed snugly to his nose; to superficially
avoid their odor while confronting them,
He let his hair descend down in wild streaks; when usually he
made sure every morning that each follicle was combed and
oiled; till its last root projecting from
his scalp,
He wore a loose and threadbare ragamuffin shirt; when usually
he was embellished in silken fabric; with the most omnipotent of
scent inundating every pore of his skin,
He even winked at witnessing lovers in the park; blessing them
for their future lives to unfurl; when usually he put such
trespassers behind iron bars of custody,
And today he forgave everyone he interacted with; lived life the
way he did when he was just born; as he knew it that this was
the last time he would ever see this marvelous earth; the last day
of his life.
9. A SINGLE GROWL
The inconspicuous little tadpoles kept fluttering their fins; hardly
able to make any impact on the violent swirl of water,
While it was only the preposterously huge Blue Whale which
gobbled all marine
life in vicinity; over-toppled the gargantuan ship; the instant it
opened its jaw.
The diminutive stalks of grass swayed pretentiously; being
mocked by the wind
every unfurling second; as they belted miserably under pressure,
While it was only the thick rooted tree; which not only bore the
onslaught of
treacherous storm; but also granted loads of compassionate
reprieve to the
frigid follicles.
The flames of the grandiloquent wax candle appeared insipid
and weak; abysmally diminishing with the slightest draught of
breeze leaking from the window,
While it was only the blistering fire that leapt high and
handsome towards the
sky; charring everything that intermingled with its flow; blazing
brilliantly in the darkness of the night.
You may have spoken the most flowery speech on the mike;
drawing loads of adulation from all those who were mesmerized
by the beautiful essence in the lines,
But what about the writer whom you had incarcerated in the
dungeons; after stealing his writing to stand tall and
domineering?
You may have driven in the most contemporary of car; with its
golden wheels traversing the meandering lanes of the hill like a
galloping panther,
But what about the infinite stalks of fresh grass; the innocuous
infants wandering around; whom you had trampled
indiscriminately in your insatiable march towards victory?
You may have drunk cartons full of mineral water; quenching
your thirst under the scorching sun of midday,
But what about those people reeling under severe drought;
whose wells you had emptied to tingle the food in your stomach?
You may have lived for a 100 years; surviving on the most
conventional of medicine and steroids,
But what about those innocent whom you had slaved; in order to
clean every iota of dirt you spat on this earth?
And you may have loved; imprisoning every girl you set your
eyes on with the
power of your wealth,
But what about all those billion lives you had assassinated; in
order to satisfy
each desire of yours?
13. BEARDED
I didnt need a pair of scissors; glistening wildly in yellow
Sunlight,
I didnt need a knife; protruding gallantly from the slender
handle,
I didnt need a hostile blade; with edges as sharp as a savage
vulture,
I didnt need after shave cologne; emanating a scent more
stupendous than the rose,
By now you must be at the edge of your seats to know the secret
of my existence; well the answer to this is more simpler than
your voice; as I didnt have even
the slightest of free space on my cheeks; or to put it more
succinctly I was bearded
Why was it raining; when actually the clouds had faded decades
ago?
Why were the fish swimming gleefully; when actually they knew
that they were going to be devoured by a hostile shark the very
next moment?
Why were the eyes radiant; when they were actually going to be
besieged by wholesome blindness within a few seconds?
Why was the car traversing like a prince; when actually it was
going to plummet into the steep valley; as soon as it reached the
bridge?
Why were the fires blazing vivaciously towards the sky; when
actually they were going to blend with loose mud; as soon as the
rain came down?
Why was the businessman busy in millions of dollars worth of
business deals; when actually he had lost completely in matters
of the heart?
Why was the rainbow shimmering bombastically in the cosmos;
when it actually was going to fade away into thin wisps of
oblivion; as soon as the clouds gathered in?
Why were the buildings standing fortified; tall; and domineering;
when actually they were going to be reduced to inconspicuous
rubble; with meager strokes of the devastating earthquake?
Why was the mosquito greedily sucking blood; when actually it
was going to get perennial rest in the lizards stomach very soon?
Why was the ghost wandering in the dilapidated mansion; when
he actually knew that he had left for his heavenly abode
centuries ago?
Why did a human being consider himself God at times; when he
actually couldn't even guess; as to what was happening just a
few centimeters behind his back?
Why was the old lady shouting exuberantly at the top of her
lungs; when she was actually going to relinquish breath any
second; due to diminishing old age?
And why was I living; showing the world my stoical demeanor;
working like a machine as If I wasn't the least affected; when in
fact I actually knew that I
had died long ago; and what people saw outside; was just a
skeleton of mine; without mind; body and spirit?
17. MOOD
When I was in a good mood; the elevator seemed to be made of
pure gold; transporting me towards the cotton wool of clouds in
the sky,
The ideal sacrifice is the one; in which you abdicate breath for
the sake of million different souls to be born,
The ideal love is the one; in which one is prepared to die for the
other,
The ideal breath is the one; which evolves passionate moisture in
the air after caressing it,
And the ideal heart is the one; which never ceases to beat;
throbs violently; each time when given doses of love.
21. NO FORMALITY
I hated flamboyant parties; strident and sleazy music diffusing
from the contemporary discotheque,
I hated drinking mineral water in scintillating glasses of silver;
sighting my reflection in polished exteriors of the same,
I hated swanky cars transporting me at whizzing speeds;
embellished attendants spuriously smiling; inviting me to enter
the same,
I hated glittering restaurants adorned with a festoon of lights;
waiters making their clients laugh; just for the sake of being
showered with exorbitant tips,
I hated the overwhelmingly scented businessman; whose ideals
infact smelt more than the most rotten stack of sewage,
I hated the word thank you; when the person uttering it actually
had intentions of killing you; profoundly lurking in his eyes,
The Sun had never seemed so brilliant before; with its pungent
rays streaming through the eerie darkness,
The winds had never seemed so exciting before; whizzing past
my scalp in nervous exhilaration,
The leaves had never seemed so greener before; with the dew
drops on their surface shimmering profoundly in the morning
light,
The voice of the Nightingale had never seemed so melodious
before; drifting me into waves of unparalleled rhapsody,
The river had never seemed so buoyant before; with the swirling
waters; culminating into tons of froth as I whistled by,
The meadows of grass had never seemed so blossoming before;
with the mystical camouflage drowning me into an ocean of
enchantment,
The clouds in the cosmos had never seemed so robust before;
with each patch of cotton wool resembling chunks of
rejuvenating ice-cream,
The echo in the valley had never seemed so thunderous before;
engendering a billion droplets of dry sweat to envelop my body,
The trio of rabbits leaping through the pastures had never
seemed so boisterous before; innocently bouncing over the
pathway of shriveled twigs,
The children dancing on the dance floor had never seemed so
pepped up before; gyrating their bodies to the tunes of vivacious
wild life,
The sizzling slices of bread had never seemed so ravishing
before; rekindling even the most dormant taste bud down my
throat,
And strangely but profoundly true; the reason for all the above
pandemonium was an almost inconspicuous movement of the
traffic bulb; which had just changed from red to green.
26. WHISTLE
It produced a melodious sound on emanating; flooding the
gloomy ambience with profound tinges of rhapsody,
It awoke the squirrels fast asleep in the dense bushes; as they
scampered helter-skelter to hunt for their prey,
It generated ripples amongst clusters of dead leaves; making
them stand erect on their frigid tips,
It substantially pacified the uncontrollably sobbing child;
fomenting a gregarious smile to spread on his innocuous face,
It engendered scores of youngsters sulking under the Sun; to
dance and swirl ecstatically with the vivaciously drifting winds,
It penetrated like a sugar coated arrow through the stillness of
the valley; circulating delectably through every dwelling,
Now could you have ever envisaged in the most wildest of your
dreams; that a thing as inconspicuous as a tiny whistle; was able
to achieve what the most stupendous of remedies couldnt?
Infact just an infinitesimal bellow of limp breath could have
produced such a drastic effect on all mankind.
While infact I wanted to lie down with her on the marshy slopes;
profoundly feeling the gentle waters of the river nimbly caress
my toes.
My Boss wanted me to incessantly fantasize about his corporate
adversaries; trying to perceive all round the clock a flurry of
ingenious ways to cunningly defeat them,
While infact I wanted to solely fantasize about her; dream about
living with her on cloud nine; every unveiling second of the day.
My Boss wanted me to speak in bombastic slang and smile as
soon as I encountered any of his revered customers; putting up
an overwhelmingly spurious pretence under my meticulously
ironed shirt,
While infact I wanted to whisper in her ears only the unending
tales of my desire; embrace her for immortal moments in the
formidable grip of my romance.
My Boss wanted me to sip colorless tea sitting in the matchbox
shaped conference room; taking down notes as the minister
spoke,
While infact I wanted to drink all the sweetness from her lips;
probing my tongue wildly across every corner of her skin.
My Boss wanted me to paint every barren space I saw; with
slogans haughtily advertising about his company,
While infact I wanted to paint her entire body with the color of
my love; emboss on every part of her flesh the tenacity of my
intricate feelings.
My Boss wanted me to count daily the balance lurking in the
reserve lockers; shrewdly negotiate every iota ; seeing to it that
nobody got even a penny more than
what they deserved,
While infact I wanted to count all the hair trapped within her
eyelashes; sight my reflection in her palms sparkling with robust
health.
My Boss wanted me to boast pretentiously about his greatness in
front of his wife; admire his obnoxiously filthy demeanor in front
of every girl that trespassed
across his shadow,
While infact I wanted to boast only about her; write volumes and
volumes of literature describing each of her spell binding parts.
And my Boss wanted me to eat, breathe, and sleep Business;
refraining me to wander or even think beyond monotonous
realms of his pathetic office,
While infact I wanted to eat, breathe, sleep only her name; keep
her imprisoned in my heart; not only for this birth; but for
infinite more births to come.
The hardest thing for a mother to bear; was the sudden death of
her new born and sweet infant,
The hardest thing for a Businessman to bear; was the abrupt
closure of his Business; his goods being auctioned in the market
at a price lesser than stones,
The hardest thing for a bird to bear; was that her eggs got stolen
by the vicious snake right in front of her eyes,
The hardest thing for a desert to bear; was its barren and
magnificently shimmering sands; being extravagantly flooded
with water,
The hardest thing for a boxer to bear; was opprobrious defeat;
being decimated to the floor by his timid adversary,
The hardest thing for an automobile to bear; was the dismal
snapping of its brakes; as it was just seconds away from
reaching the summit of the mountain,
The hardest thing for the eye to bear; was its inability to
recognize its most revered and beloved; even as she passed at
whisker lengths from its body,
The hardest thing for a eunuch to bear; was the volley of insults
and ignominious rebukes it received; the hilarious laughter
which it was subjected to; for noabsolutely no fault of its at all,
The hardest thing for the shoe to bear; was exploding into
infinite fragments; the moment it tread nimbly on the soil,
The hardest thing for the consortium of diabolical black clouds
to bear; was not being able to incessantly rain; even after
floating rampantly for hours in the sky,
The hardest thing for a robust swimmer to bear; was lying like a
frigid mute leaf in the pool; when the race to the trophy was just
about to commence,
The hardest thing for the lips to bear; was the acrimonious
society coming in between then and their enchanting lover,
The hardest thing for the wealthiest man on this earth to bear;
was the girl of his dreams kicking all his opulence; eloping with
that beggar instead; whom she
had ardently given her heart,
The hardest thing for the impeccable and sparkling shirt to bear;
was being ripped apart to uncouth strands; as it confronted head
on with the worst of cyclonic storm,
The hardest thing for the conscience to bear; was overwhelming
guilt pounding on it like a volcano from all sides; as it
agonizingly conceived its tale of blatant lies,
The hardest thing for the spring waters to bear; was getting
adulterated by infinitesimal specks of dirt; as they gushed past
contaminated slopes of lecherous
mankind,
The hardest thing for the lion to bear; was being ingeniously
outwitted by the hunter; despite being crowned the irrefutable
king of the jungle,
The hardest thing for the hands to bear; was their inefficiency to
save several lives in vicinity as they were incarcerated in chains;
although they knew the Herculean strength circulating in their
bones,
The hardest thing for God to bear; was infinite numbers of his
molecules fighting with each other on this earth; the very planet
which he had created as paradise; now metamorphosing into a
river of hostile death,
And the hardest thing for a writer to bear; when despite
dedicating all his mind, body and soul to his profession; chiseling
every alphabet he perceived with his very own blood; his work
didnt sell.
Then how the hell could you ever dream that I went to office
from the crack of every dawn; to the striking of every midnight;
when infact my mind; body and sensitive soul; wanted to do
nothing else but float in the aisles of surreal desire; bask in the
glory of the beauty hovering around; profoundly admire and
imbibe all the beauty existing in this world; when infact all
myself created till date and still to evolve wanted to only write
poetry.
One moment I felt that I was going to use my thumb to sign all
my documents; as I was transiting into blatantly illiterate; while
the very next instant God bestowed upon me the prowess of
evolving billions of lines of poetry in a single working day,
One moment I felt that I was swooning towards the obdurate
ground after a deadly venomous sting; while the very next
instant God deluged my life with sweet nectar; made me
philander like a prince in an ocean of celestial honey,
One moment I felt that I was overwhelmed with mind boggling
stress; would be crushed under the tyranny of monotonous
routine which wouldnt spare me the slightest; while the very
next instant God blessed me with divinely sleep; swept away
even the tiniest of my tension; like the Sun melts white ice,
One moment I felt that I would plummet inevitably into the
valley as the brakes of my car abruptly failed; while the very
next instant God made me walk without a scratch to my body out
of the jammed door; while my automobile exploded into a fireball
of pugnacious flames,
One moment I felt that I was shivering hysterically in
inexplicable fever and horrendous disease; while the very next
instant God made me the perennial waterfall; which delighted
millions with its robustly cascading silvery froth,
One moment I felt that I was disappearing into oblivion; with my
entity soon about to fade into an island of nothingness; while the
very next instant God made me as tall as the boundlessly
gargantuan sky; looming large over every other entity on the
trajectory of this planet,
One moment I felt that I was crying indefatigably; there was
nothing except tears in my uncouthly unpardonable life; while
the very next instant God made me break into a battalion of
flirtatious smiles; profusely lit up and triggered my life with
everlasting happiness,
One moment I felt that I was losing all my power; the bulging
muscle in my shoulder was evaporating into obsolete oblivion;
while the very next instant God made me the strongest
When I wanted to vomit out deliberately; puking out the last iota
of what I had consumed just a few hours ago; I had a drink of
disdainful soap with its bubbles exploding gently in my throat,
When I wanted to emulate a mad man in astounding similarity; I
had a drink of horrendous donkey saliva,
When I wanted to commence prolific activity every dawn; I had a
drink of delectably sizzling and hot tea,
When I wanted to give the insurmountably constipated bowels in
my stomach some relief; I had a drink of boisterously bubbling
soda,
When I wanted to holistically blend with the ecstatic
conversation circulating in the conference; be an integral part of
the festivity; I had a drink of ebulliently golden beer,
When I wanted to gallivant on the stallion through the labyrinth
of fabulous hills; I had a drink of passionately peppy pineapple
juice,
When I wanted to grandiloquently celebrate my birthday; say
cheers to the entire world sitting in the clammy interiors of my
drawing room; I had a drink of superlatively intoxicating vodka,
When I wanted to leap in animated exhilaration in the middle of
the night; halt my incessantly running nose from dribbling
further; I had a drink of salubrious and steaming chicken soup,
When I wanted to appease my mother; make amends for the
plethora of inadvertent mistakes which I had committed; I had a
drink of impeccable cow milk; kneading it assiduously from her
sacrosanct body,
When I wanted to reach the astronomical summit of Mount
Everest; I had a drink of reinvigorating and tenacious brandy;
once every few minutes,
When I wanted to retain a splendidly formidable memory; I had a
drink of fortified iron syrup; impregnating power to my being;
power to my bones,
When in deep sleep you wriggled inside the cozy delights of your
quilt; blissfully exploring the moisture beneath the pillow you
slept,
While the instant you awakened you threw aside the covers in
intense infuriation; frantically searching for your radiant watch
and glistening chain.
When in deep sleep you unconsciously laughed; when I poked a
thin blade of
grass in your ears; gave me a celestial smile,
While the instant you awakened you barked a volley of abashing
expletives;
condemning me for not polishing your shoes.
When in deep sleep you were the perfect husband for whom I
had heaps of adulation; while the instant you awakened I had
lost all reverence for your persona,
As I wished and prayed fervently to the almighty; to transform
you like the way you were when in deep sleep.
One day you will embrace the winds of timeless romance; bask
in the glory of earths most wonderfully symbiotic relationship;
for infinite more births yet to unleash,
One day you will breathe an air so impeccably sacrosanct and
without even the tiniest trace of adulterated manipulation; that
your conscience will inevitably coalesce with the Omnisciently
divine,
One day you will love so immortally with the partner of your
choice; that even the most belligerently satanic of devils; would
become entirely oblivious to the
word called ghastly crime,
And that day was invincibly sure to come in yours and every
benevolent entitys life; so keep optimistically conceiving and
working towards that day; dont lose
hope; dont yet die.
While the ones bizarrely lynched since the very first cry of birth;
blisteringly flew forward with nothing to lose; as their most
gloriously fecund prowess was to procreate none like their own.
And reason to fear was with those who passionately palpitated
into fireballs of togetherness every instant; as even the tiniest
thought of their beloved betraying them; made them desperately
rip apart their veins into an infinite ungainly bits,
While the ones disparagingly bereft of love since the very first
cry of birth; phlegmatically ticktocked forward with nothing to
lose; as the most marvelously cherished aspect of their survival;
was to be left entirely on their own.
But at the end of the benign day and as the Sun eventually paid
its last tributes to regally aristocratic brightness; there was
nothing as pricelessly humanitarian;
as home; sweet home.
47. WHAT IS IT
What is it that makes us speak with eloquence,
Oscillates the fleshy organ of tongue in mouth.
What is it that makes us decipher infinite lines of condensed
literature,
Lies trapped in hollow sockets of visual apparatus.
49. BEDS
When I tried sleeping on a king sized bed of pure gold,
engulfed my persona in quilts embossed with biscuits of
exquisite silver,
I took extreme caution while tossing and turning,
my body vehemently refrained to sleep all night,
so as to preserve crisp creases in the rich bricks of dazzling
yellow.
When I attempted sleeping on luxury beds embodied in ornate
satin,
a mattress of wild musk grass firmly riveted to its face,
with ravishing cologne sprinkled bountifully all over,
and slippery floss tickling numerous zones of my silhouette,
the royal environment of sponge evaporated indispensable
traces of sleep.
When I ventured sleeping on colossal beds of pearl soap tablets,
with minute scriptures articulately scribbled all over,
and the fragrance of sea oyster emanating wildly from all
quarters,
my body felt fidgety, satisfying itself with abstemious amounts of
sleep.
When I dared sleeping on plush beds of dotted panther skin,
the softness in flesh texture sinking me down,
ghastly premonitions of the live beast flooded my mind,
I awakened with panic stricken jolts in middle of the night.
I then made resolute resolves to sleep on bed carpets of solitary
road,
with the creamy moon impregnating me with beams of tranquil
calm,
mundane noises of vehicular traffic sporadically flooding my ear,
the tepid breeze my passionate companion,
and the pitch dark blackness my quilt for the night,
I instantaneously fell asleep with dreariness of the previous
nights now converted to loud snores.
The End .