Lets leave it to the Creator
If someone slapped me with swashbuckling strokes of
fingers,
i would retort back a volley of praise to pacify his
nerves.
if someone vomited loads of spit on my persona,
i would blend it with my precious blood before
returning the same to him.
if someone splashed my exteriors with pails of fuming
acid,
i...
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Lets leave it to the Creator If someone slapped me with swashbuckling strokes of fingers, i would retort back a volley of praise to pacify his nerves. if someone vomited loads of spit on my persona, i would blend it with my precious blood before returning the same to him. if someone splashed my exteriors with pails of fuming acid, i would offer him a large pitcher full of sweet mountain water. if someone blended sizeable amounts of snake venom in my food, i would sprinkle sacred ash on his hair, paint his forehead with golden vermilion. if someone left a battalion of red ant on my bare flesh, i would offer him a articulately carved oysters containing a plethora of pearls. if someone rode on my back unrelentingly whipping my skin, i would carry his load even through arduous spells of steaming summer. if someone pinched dainty regions of my flesh amidst an ambience of dignitaries, i would embrace him with open arms pardoning his disdainful deeds. if someone tripped me midway, left
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Life s the way you see it
For some it was a garden of bountifully mesmerizing
roses; while some could only indefatigably witness the
acrimoniously pugnacious thorns,
For some it was a surreally rhapsodic cloud showering
perennial enchantment; while some could only
relentlessly feel penalized by the shades of
gruesomely pulverizing...
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Life s the way you see it For some it was a garden of bountifully mesmerizing roses; while some could only indefatigably witness the acrimoniously pugnacious thorns, For some it was a surreally rhapsodic cloud showering perennial enchantment; while some could only relentlessly feel penalized by the shades of gruesomely pulverizing black, For some it was a forest of panoramically evergreen vivaciousness; while some could only fretfully rebuke the enigmatically inexplicable travails and trails, For some it was an ocean of unsurpassably unassailable happiness; while some could only unrelentingly blame the maliciously lambasting maelstrom of pernicious waves, For some it was an unflinching fortress of timelessly blissful solidarity; while some could only implacably feel the disparagingly deteriorating abrasions with the inevitably unstoppable unfurling of time, For some it was a tantalizingly celestial nightingale; while some could only dogmatically the curse the inconspicuous pinches of h
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Love is living
Sunrays are fascinatingly blazing,
Lotus’s are blissfully blooming,
Skies are torrentially pelting,
Beauty is redolently everlasting,
Frogs are majestically croaking,
Eagles are ingratiatingly soaring,
Grasshoppers are rambunctiously chattering,
Rainbows are vivaciously scintillating,
Eyelids are flirtatiously...
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Love is living Sunrays are fascinatingly blazing, Lotus’s are blissfully blooming, Skies are torrentially pelting, Beauty is redolently everlasting, Frogs are majestically croaking, Eagles are ingratiatingly soaring, Grasshoppers are rambunctiously chattering, Rainbows are vivaciously scintillating, Eyelids are flirtatiously winking, Waterfalls are marvelously rejuvenating, War’s are abhorrently stinking, Gorges are unfathomably mystifying, Trees are rhapsodically frolicking, Clocks are meticulously ticking, Nightingales are melodiously singing, Crocodiles are ominously menacing, Whispers are seductively tantalizing, Dolphins are ecstatically leaping, Clouds are voluptuously fascinating, Rainshowers are gloriously titillating, Fairies are impeccably mesmerizing, Devils are viciously devastating, Harbingers are fragrantly blossoming, Oceans are gorgeously undulating, Eyeballs are indefatigably revolving, Bloodstreams are poignantly bestowing, Beasts are satanically marauding, Earlobes a
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Man eater at large
The birds on the trees screeched hysterically; permeating the
atmosphere with
their shrill ringing,
Cars on the streets swerved wildly; clashing head on with the electric
poles,
Children studying diligently in school; rushed out in a frenzy from the
building,
Women busy chatting in shopping malls; froze in their...
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Man eater at large The birds on the trees screeched hysterically; permeating the atmosphere with their shrill ringing, Cars on the streets swerved wildly; clashing head on with the electric poles, Children studying diligently in school; rushed out in a frenzy from the building, Women busy chatting in shopping malls; froze in their footsteps; drowned wholesomely in the chaotic pandemonium, Infants crawling innocuously on the floor started to cry incessantly; banging their diminutive fists against the table, Businessmen contemplating the intricacies of market; dropped their money; galloped like a boisterous kangaroo for life, The meticulous bus conductor forgot to halt at stops; speeded the vehicle; whizzing like a demon through the placid countryside, People languishing in the pool with the sun sizzling their frigid skin; sprinted to seek shelter in the dense jugglery of bush as the last resort, Clusters of teenagers painstakingly sucking ice-candy; devoured it in a single gulp; sacrifi
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Mouse trap
I waited ardently all night and day to imprison your
tiny grace; enticing you with my balls of tangy
cheese,
I inhabited the most illuminated corner of the room;
so that you could sight me in profound traces of white
light,
I greedily glimpsed the minuscule of your intricate
movement; fervently following your diminutive...
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Mouse trap I waited ardently all night and day to imprison your tiny grace; enticing you with my balls of tangy cheese, I inhabited the most illuminated corner of the room; so that you could sight me in profound traces of white light, I greedily glimpsed the minuscule of your intricate movement; fervently following your diminutive silhouette like a panther on the prowl, I surreptitiously envisaged countless strategies to torment you; inevitably opening my lid a trifle in insurmountable agony, I incessantly relished the bouncy pairs of springs in my body; the soft chunks of sponge sprawled in haphazard disharmony in my gleaming cage, I had this sole ambition to trap you in my present life; with my mind indefatigably revolving round the contours of your pertinent body, I was partly impaired from crystalline vision; witnessed the outside world as an partially obfuscated haze through my myriad of bars and rods, I was procurable at threadbare rates from the market; with people generally wad
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My Silence will speak to you…
Never ever would I cause you the most inconspicuous of harm; if you
preferred to relinquish every ounce of your life for a complete
stranger; whilst neglecting me like a heap of fetid rubbish-in the
farthest corner of the trash can,
Never ever would I cause you the most invisible of harm; if you
indulged...
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My Silence will speak to you… Never ever would I cause you the most inconspicuous of harm; if you preferred to relinquish every ounce of your life for a complete stranger; whilst neglecting me like a heap of fetid rubbish-in the farthest corner of the trash can, Never ever would I cause you the most invisible of harm; if you indulged in senseless gossip with your friends for hours immemorial; and then blaming time for not asking me how I lead my entire day, Never ever would I cause you the most deteriorating of harm; if you admired every insignificant achievement of your close kin; whilst treating each world record of mine as some orphaned jinx fallen from the sky, Never ever would I cause you the most baseless of harm; if you neatly clipped every piece of literature you d read all day; whilst proclaiming the infinite lines of my poetry as just a disdainful squandering of time, Never ever would I cause you the most ethereal of harm; if you spuriously supported me for every weakness of
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No Gaps
The gap between the brilliantly extreme “ North Pole” and supremely
celestial “South Pole: ” was infinite; yet you weren’t perturbed even
an
infinitesimally ethereal iota,
The gap between blistering Sunlit “ East” and desolately whimpering “
West”
was infinite; yet you weren’t disoriented even a clammily...
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No Gaps The gap between the brilliantly extreme “ North Pole” and supremely celestial “South Pole: ” was infinite; yet you weren’t perturbed even an infinitesimally ethereal iota, The gap between blistering Sunlit “ East” and desolately whimpering “ West” was infinite; yet you weren’t disoriented even a clammily squelched iota, The gap between the enigmatically enchanting “Nature ”and disdainfully monotonous “ Concrete Building” was infinite; yet you weren’t hassled even an inconspicuously parsimonious iota, The gap between the fathomlessly iridescent “Sky” and frantically bombarded “Land ” was infinite; yet you weren’t bothered even an ephemerally shrinking iota, The gap between the nostalgically tempestuous “ Past ” and pragmatically placating “ Present ” was infinite; yet you weren’t perpetuated even an fugitively frigid iota, The gap between irrefutably unassailable “ Truth ” and derogatorily cold-blooded “ Lies ”was infinite; yet you weren’t pierced even a fleetingly diminutive io
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Nostalgia
THE FISH SLITHERING in the claustrophobic swimming tank; had a nostalgia for
swirling waters of the gargantuan ocean,
The flower sprouting from the cloistered pot; had a nostalgia for growing in farm soil;
with an ambience of wind blowing tenaciously,
The spider crawling in dingy corners of the dilapidated mansion; had a...
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Nostalgia THE FISH SLITHERING in the claustrophobic swimming tank; had a nostalgia for swirling waters of the gargantuan ocean, The flower sprouting from the cloistered pot; had a nostalgia for growing in farm soil; with an ambience of wind blowing tenaciously, The spider crawling in dingy corners of the dilapidated mansion; had a nostalgia for traversing through vivacious threads of web; dangling from trees in the amazon forest, The crimson beaked bird incarcerated in grilled cage; had a nostalgia for flapping its wings exuberantly in the sky, The blistering lava imprisoned at unprecedented depths beneath the ground; had a nostalgia to fulminate into infinite fountains in fresh air, The globules of fat moisture trapped in ominous thunder clouds; had a nostalgia for cascading down rampantly in the form of glistening rain, The biscuits of glittering gold embedded in dilapidated dungeons; had a nostalgia for; people admiring them in dazzling rays of the sun, The lifeless panther embodied
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One woman
I might have eaten different varieties of food every day; appeasing my gluttony with the
exact taste that circulated instantaneously in my tongue,
I might have worn different clothes every day; vacillating between contemporary and
traditional fabric; to succeed in my spurious attempts of looking the best,
I might have talked...
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One woman I might have eaten different varieties of food every day; appeasing my gluttony with the exact taste that circulated instantaneously in my tongue, I might have worn different clothes every day; vacillating between contemporary and traditional fabric; to succeed in my spurious attempts of looking the best, I might have talked in different dialects every day; maneuvering my tongue several times; to achieve that bombastic slang which I had perpetually dreamt of, I might have wandered in different directions every day; incessantly discovering and stimulating my insatiable greed for adventure, I might have read different books every day; profoundly engrossed in the inscrutable tales of enchanting mystery and romance, I might have slept at different places every day; sometimes under the tenacious moonlight blending with placid grass; while sometimes on the astronomical summit of the mountain feasting on the tremendously deep pink gorge, I might have looked in different directions e
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Our love story was being written
The celestially emollient perspiration might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! spell
binding beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our timelessly impeccable
perseverance; was being perpetually written by the unassailably Omnipotent Lord
Almighty,
The lusciously seductive lips might be undoubtedly...
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Our love story was being written The celestially emollient perspiration might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! spell binding beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our timelessly impeccable perseverance; was being perpetually written by the unassailably Omnipotent Lord Almighty, The lusciously seductive lips might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! magnetic beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our tirelessly insatiable passion; was being perpetually written by the insuperably Omnipresent Lord Almighty, The innocuously untainted eyes might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! beautiful beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our bountifully burgeoning empathy; was being perpetually written by the royally unshakable Lord Almighty, The mischievously flirtatious eyelashes might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! virile beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our uninhibitedly rhapsodic flirtation; was being perpetually written by the infallibly brilliant Lord Almighty,
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From Nikhil Parekh
Ahmedabad, India
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