What s love all about?
No asphyxiating rules; not the slightest seed of
ghastily terrorizing commercialism around,
No bizarre monotony; not the slightest innuendo of
debilitating stagnation insidiously floating around,
No usurped definitions; not the slightest of
deliriously incarcerating society; to brutally jail it
in its way,
No...
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What s love all about? No asphyxiating rules; not the slightest seed of ghastily terrorizing commercialism around, No bizarre monotony; not the slightest innuendo of debilitating stagnation insidiously floating around, No usurped definitions; not the slightest of deliriously incarcerating society; to brutally jail it in its way, No prejudiced manipulation; not the slightest of cold-blooded barbarism stealthily lurking at clandestine crannies of wastrel civilization, No traumatic agony; not the slightest teardropp of frustrating malice; which baselessly annihilated countless impeccable; in its cadaverously inane swirl, No frigid infertility; not the slightest of crippling infidelity that stabbed you beyond the threshold of extinction; the instant you turned your back, No vicarious salaciousness; not the slightest of animosity permeating vindictively into the fabric of spellbindingly enchanting humanity, No nefarious meanness; not the slightest of derogatory inflammation perilously creep
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From Nikhil Parekh
When the time arrived to sleep
The venomous black beetle stung naked patches of
innocuous skin; injecting
paltry vials of its poison,
Was considered a deleterious hazard; had people
swishing at it with entwined
broomsticks,
Yet when the time arrived to sleep; she took refuge in
the dainty petals of
crimson rose.
The alligator revealed...
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When the time arrived to sleep The venomous black beetle stung naked patches of innocuous skin; injecting paltry vials of its poison, Was considered a deleterious hazard; had people swishing at it with entwined broomsticks, Yet when the time arrived to sleep; she took refuge in the dainty petals of crimson rose. The alligator revealed its ghastly teeth in the brilliant sunlight; decimated the animate and inanimate in its proximity, Mercilessly slaughtered scores of humans; clusters of big fish, Yet when the time arrived to sleep; it took refuge in the sedately tranquil waters of the jungle stream. The multilegged spider entangled innumerable insects with glow; devouring the same with tumultuous relish, Annihilating its prey; submerging it in its piquantly bitter juice, Yet when the time arrived to sleep; it took refuge in the compassionate leaves of the tree; silken threads of its mesmerizing web. The mystical reptile slithered stealthily through the bushes; furtively pilfering(stea
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Who was she?
Who was she who stole my sleep; although I felt like
collapsing like a dead sack; perspiring more than Sun
all throughout the brilliant day?
Who was she who made me feel like a prince; although I
was the poorest entity alive; rotting in stinking
jute; as my comrades danced in majestic silk outside?
Who was she who...
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Who was she? Who was she who stole my sleep; although I felt like collapsing like a dead sack; perspiring more than Sun all throughout the brilliant day? Who was she who made me feel like a prince; although I was the poorest entity alive; rotting in stinking jute; as my comrades danced in majestic silk outside? Who was she who tormented me beyond the point of no control; tantalizing me like a heavenly seductress; and then living me supremely replenished in my impoverished life? Who was she who made me crave for more although I had achieved my share from my life; made me insatiably wander through uncanny lanes of the romantically unexplored? Who was she who made me love every entity on this fathomless planet; when infact I had even forgotten to take my name with pride? Who was she who ignited thunderbolts of unprecedented desire in my diminutive demeanor; even though it murderously snowed since centuries outside? Who was she who came like an angel in my blood; not only mitigating it fro
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Without her hands in mine
In order to erase my name from the soil; all I did was
kick the loose sands with my feet; and it blended
almost magically with the mundane mud,
In order to erase my name from my skin; all I did was
wash it with stringent antiseptic; to swipe out the
most minuscule trace that might be incorrigibly
remaining,
In...
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Without her hands in mine In order to erase my name from the soil; all I did was kick the loose sands with my feet; and it blended almost magically with the mundane mud, In order to erase my name from my skin; all I did was wash it with stringent antiseptic; to swipe out the most minuscule trace that might be incorrigibly remaining, In order to erase my name from my lips; all I did was to purse them passionately with my tongue; then see for myself how handsomely did the ink coalesce in entirety with my saliva, In order to erase my name from the walls; all I did was to paint them afresh with loads of scintillating whitewash and poignant color, In order to erase my name from the tree trunk; all I did was slice off that chunk of guilty wood; with effortless ease and incoherent strokes of my lanky pocket knife, In order to erase my name from the birthday cake; all I did was to gobble it with an insatiable frenzy; guzzle down the most inconspicuous of ingredients adhering to my throat; over
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You just fall in love
There was no age stringently defined to fall in its
heavenly swirl; embrace its cistern of majestic
enchantment for centuries unprecedented,
There was no time irrevocably defined to experience
its exuberant timelessness; catapult to the ultimate
summit of its gloriously enthralling victory,
There was no color...
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You just fall in love There was no age stringently defined to fall in its heavenly swirl; embrace its cistern of majestic enchantment for centuries unprecedented, There was no time irrevocably defined to experience its exuberant timelessness; catapult to the ultimate summit of its gloriously enthralling victory, There was no color intransigently defined to entice its stupendous aroma; possess its magically augmenting wave of sensuousness; for as long as earth was destined to exist, There was no moment intractably defined to savor its glorious titillation; exotically be the most integral element of its ravishingly tantalizing stride, There was no mantra incorrigibly defined to incarcerate its compassionate caress; preserve its incredulously immaculate touch close to your soul; for infinite more births yet to unveil, There was no religion conventionally defined to bond with its ubiquitous essence; relentlessly bathe in its marvelously voluptuous pool of ebullient belonging, There was no
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Your immortal beats
There were infinite voices that lingered in this
Universe; some as tangy as the vivacious oceans; while
some blew more hoarser than the volatile dragons,
But your mesmerizing tunes were the only ones I heard;
catapulting me into the rhapsodically divine land of
the God’s….
There were infinite hair that floated...
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Your immortal beats There were infinite voices that lingered in this Universe; some as tangy as the vivacious oceans; while some blew more hoarser than the volatile dragons, But your mesmerizing tunes were the only ones I heard; catapulting me into the rhapsodically divine land of the God’s…. There were infinite hair that floated in this Universe; some as hideously obdurate as the pigs skin; while some more tantalizing than the ultimate of seductresses, But your ravishing follicles were the only ones which tickled every iota of my entire demeanor; making me perpetually dream even in the most chaotic pandemonium besieging me from all sides…. There were infinite lips that kissed in this Universe; some as blunt as miserably squashed tomato curry; while some more voluptuous than the contours of the milky moon, But your uninhibited smiles were the only ones which triggered in me blistering infernos till the sky; giving me a new mission to exist; at every fading footstep of mine… There wer
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Fishing in moonlit jungle
WILD BERRIES FELL down from the peach tree,
wide spanned eagles glided harmlessly across the moon,
menacing owl eyes stared fiendishly downward,
bushy squirrels clambered the rock with bustling
fervor,
olive green grasshoppers swished their tentacles,
stinging red ants dug small burrows in wet mud,
colored...
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Fishing in moonlit jungle WILD BERRIES FELL down from the peach tree, wide spanned eagles glided harmlessly across the moon, menacing owl eyes stared fiendishly downward, bushy squirrels clambered the rock with bustling fervor, olive green grasshoppers swished their tentacles, stinging red ants dug small burrows in wet mud, colored magpie birds sang a perfect sonnet, lethal alligators swam clumsily through the neighboring water, sly foxes galloped at rollicking speeds, the princely lion lurked stealthily in search of rich prey, huge brown spiders spun their webs in animation, century old tortoise trampled the outgrowths with its newly born offspring, mega sized mouse families ran past dungeons buried deep in the ground. I perched myself on the slippery mud bank of the jungle river, Levering long fishing rods in the tranquil water, Scooping out frequently, a cluster of small sized fish, As the stars glittered in the open blue sky, Crystal ball of the moon luminated large above my head,
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Fountain Pen
I scribbled innumerable lines of literature with it,
it was still ready to execute a umpteenth phrases
more,
being as strong as an ox when it came to decoding
thoughts into verse,
even when tested at bizarre limits of endurance.
i sketched glowing peaks of mountain basking in the
golden sun,
weaving articulate outlines of...
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Fountain Pen I scribbled innumerable lines of literature with it, it was still ready to execute a umpteenth phrases more, being as strong as an ox when it came to decoding thoughts into verse, even when tested at bizarre limits of endurance. i sketched glowing peaks of mountain basking in the golden sun, weaving articulate outlines of the encroaching shadows, it yielded to the faintest of my caress; unleashing dark forms with fountain ink, a true stalwart engulfing me in the times of difficulty. i even used it for scraping minute blotches of dirt from my ear, delicately tickling the inner soft skin with insipid strokes, it obliged pathetically to whatever i did, didn’t shed a tear from its eye; nor developed a retaliatory hole in its heart. i filled it with surplus amounts of colored ink, sprinkling the same with lots of glee on the faces of my counterpart mates, transforming them into jocular clowns, with an awe-inspiring caricature of white skin with opalescent paint. i kept it w
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God himself
He whom you can explicitly see is not God,
And he who was the strongest; without the most
minuscule form appearing even in flaming sunlight; was
not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God
himself.
.
.
.
He whom you can profoundly feel is not God,
And he who was entirely ungraspable; without even
leaving an untidy...
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God himself He whom you can explicitly see is not God, And he who was the strongest; without the most minuscule form appearing even in flaming sunlight; was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God himself. . . . He whom you can profoundly feel is not God, And he who was entirely ungraspable; without even leaving an untidy footprint after majestically traversing on soil; was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God himself. . . . He whom you could magnificently create is not God, And he who exists in an incomprehensibly fathomless myriad of forms; was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God himself. . . . He whom you can profusely imagine is not God, And he who remains perpetually obscure even after floating in each particle of the exotic atmosphere; was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God himself. . . . He whom you can vividly dream about is not God, And he who propelled every brain to think beyond corridors of the unbelievably extraordinary; was not one of G
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Glass of love
When I drank water in a glass of composite mud; the liquid tasted
ravishing;
with my reflection wavering erratically in it,
However it contained tinges of dissolved sand; and was a trifle salty
for my
liking.
When I drank water in a glass of deplorable copper; the liquid appeared
blurred in the prevailing darkness,
And...
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Glass of love When I drank water in a glass of composite mud; the liquid tasted ravishing; with my reflection wavering erratically in it, However it contained tinges of dissolved sand; and was a trifle salty for my liking. When I drank water in a glass of deplorable copper; the liquid appeared blurred in the prevailing darkness, And when I sipped it; it had a stale odor of the rusty surface it had adhered to for many hours. When I drank water in a glass of pure bamboo; the liquid looked glistening and mesmerizing under the sun, Although even after consuming it completely; I still felt that my bowels were yet famished and incorrigibly demanded more. When I drank water in a glass of yellow molded gold; the liquid inside displayed a scintillating shine; dazzling brilliantly in the most sequestered of room, However it miserably floundered to pacify my thirst; as I was heavily circumspect in devouring the costly water. When I drank water in a glass of hardened plastic; the liquid seemed
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From Nikhil Parekh
Ahmedabad, India
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