Indian Poet Nikhil Parekh

I didn’t know whether she was a tantalizing fairy; or whether she bounced like an impeccable angel; in the corridors of my horrendously devastated life,

I didn’t know whether she was an ingratiatingly redolent flower; or whether she was voluptuously resplendent moonshine; that enshrouded every iota of my despicable existence; with unparalleled mysticism and charm,

I didn’t know whether she was a gorgeously titillating waterfall; or whether she was the rustling leaves of the forest; that triggered me to envisage; beyond the realms of ultimate paradise,

I didn’t know whether she was an ocean of tangy froth; or whether she incessantly shimmered like a fabulous pearl; illuminating the morbidly saddened arenas of my
pathetically stumbling existence,

But what I did know was that I was fanatically in love with her immortal eyes as each instant unleashed itself into a wholesome minute; profoundly blending with their marvelously impeccable whites.

I didn’t know whether she was a majestically perennial dewdrop; or whether she rained indefatigably as nectar from the fathomless sky; flooding my despicably
frazzled senses with the harmony of vibrant life,

I didn’t know whether she was a cloudburst of unfettered desire; or whether she blossomed into a fountain of royal beauty as the night descended; suppressing my suicidal tendencies with her web of unsurpassable yearning,

I didn’t know whether she was a magnificently glistening shore; or whether she was the handsomely princely sunset; that placidly tingled me into ecstatic submission,

I didn’t know whether she was a vivaciously leaping zebra; or whether she flamed beyond the walls of eternal eternity; blazing an irrefutable path of optimism through my every ludicrously shivering midnight,

But what I did know that I was fanatically in love with her seductively fluttering shadow; coalesced for infinite more births of mine; with its exotically silken and profuse caress.

I didn’t know whether she was a vividly striped butterfly; or whether she rolled incessantly on the meadows of fascinating enchantment; to spice up each
moment of my drearily lackadaisical life,

I didn’t know whether she was a candidly scintillating mirror; or whether she was the unequivocal queen of my mind; body and soul; casting her unbreakable spell upon devastatingly penurious life,

I didn’t know whether she was a candle of unending imagery; or whether she healed every hopeless wound on my nimble body; with the perpetual ointment of ebulliently blooming romance,

I didn’t know whether she was an emolliently boisterous hive; or whether she surreptitiously seduced every cranny of my extinguishing visage; to clamber the fortress of ebullient compassion,

But what I did know that I was fanatically in love with her ravishingly glorious fragrance; immortally bonding with the gorgeous stream of golden perspiration that wafted bountifully from her sacrosanct arms.

I didn’t know whether she was a wildly gyrating dance; or whether she swirled above the skies in the winds of incomprehensible fantasy; to bless me on every acrimonious step that I tread on,

I didn’t know whether she was a celestially united civilization; or whether her impregnable chest; harbored my ridiculously disappearing and mockingly afraid countenance,

I didn’t know whether she was a wonderfully blooming morning; or whether harnessed each sprouting bone of my deflated visage; with the poignantly crimson blood that eternally ran through her blessed veins,

I didn’t know whether she was the Omnipotent Goddess of passion and enigma; or whether she was an invincible flavor; that each element of my bedraggled demeanor; wanted to relish all its life,

But what I did know was that I was fanatically in love with her unrelentingly Omnipresent mountain of godly heartbeats; uniting all that I possessed by God’s
grace and all what I was about to proudly have; with her philanthropically benevolent life.

If you’ve forever dreamt of a life without the slightest of apprehension; ecstatically rejoicing in the aisles of unfettered desire; for times immemorial,

If you’ve forever dreamt of a life without the slightest of bloodshed and crime; tranquilly swaying in the lap of sacredly divine peace; every unfurling minute of the day and enchanting night,

If you’ve forever dreamt of a life without acrimoniously frigid monotony; timelessly spawning into miraculously reinvigorating newness; with the first rays of the Golden Sun; at spell bindingly Omnipotent dawn,

If you’ve forever dreamt of a life without pugnacious backlashes; the winds of unparalleled triumph uninhibitedly kissing you on your every step; in your spells of sleep and ardent awakening; alike,

If you’ve forever dreamt of a life without venomously upbraiding salaciousness; the streams of impeccable amity and oneness; heavenly embracing you from every construable side,

If you’ve forever dreamt of a life without cannibalistically hedonistic prejudice; the arms of eternally glorious freedom hoisting you closer and closer; to the grace of
the Omnisciently Almighty Lord,

If you’ve forever dreamt of a life without manipulatively ballistic vengeance; the profoundly sublime waves of altruistic simplicity; perpetuating the inner most chords of your truthful soul,

If you’ve forever dreamt of a life without preposterously pernicious poverty; the skies of ubiquitously unending prosperity and happiness; becoming the congenital mantra of your truncated existence,

If you’ve forever dreamt of a life without menacingly diabolical stagnation; the whirlwinds of fantastically emollient innovation; exuberantly whistling past your nape as each night unraveled into the brilliantly optimistic day,

If you’ve forever dreamt of a life without dolorously obsolete boredom; the
rainbow of everlastingly blissful humanity; becoming the sole elixir of your blessed survival,

If you’ve forever dreamt of a life without raunchily cold-blooded insanity; the fireballs of compassionately unstoppable yearning to unassailably ignite; the pathetically dwindling lantern of your survival,
If you’ve forever dreamt of a life without avariciously rancid nothingness; the ingratiating cisterns of propitious excitement; always keeping you effulgently young and alive,

If you’ve forever dreamt of a life without decrepit nonchalance and flagrant
debauchery; an atmosphere of ebulliently sparkling truth; overruling every emaciated ingredient of your crimson blood,

If you’ve forever dreamt of a life without disparaging desecration and abhorrent war; beautifully existing with every echelon of living kind; till infinite more births of yours,

If you’ve forever dreamt of a life without deliriously self inflicted misery; metamorphosing even the most bellicose entity that you caressed; into the mists of fragrantly unconquerable paradise,

If you’ve forever dreamt of a life without despicably torturous imprisonment; every recess of your impregnably passionate heart; fulminating into an cloudburst
of marvelously untainted expression,

If you’ve forever dreamt of a life without lethally aggrieved adulteration; a citadel of irrefutably glistening honesty handsomely blossoming from every conceivable pore of mother earth,

If you’ve forever dreamt of a life without perilously betraying infidelity; the insuperably enamoring bonds of unflinching camaraderie; unshakably entwining with every breath that you effusively exhaled,

And if you’ve forever dreamt of a life that doesn’t just remain a dream; shattering even the most inconspicuous ray of hope that tumultuously lingered in your euphorically bubbling countenance,

Then here’s your chance O! Mate to transform each of your benign dream into
the sky of veritable reality; here’s your chance to become God’s most pricelessly blessed organism till the time this earth existed and even beyond; here’s your chance to be the closest to the divine; by blending every beat of your heart; soul and immaculate conscience,

Falling forever and ever and ever; into the river of immortally Omnipresent
and timelessly exultating love.

For him I wasn’t a passionate poet penning down thousands of lines of mystical poetry,
What he considered me was just an employee; relentlessly running in and out; through the doors of his bombastic office.

For him I wasn’t the innocuous child wandering at will through the jungles,
What he considered me was just an embellished servant; attending to each of his clients with a big and ostentatiously false smile.

For him I wasn’t the angel sipping milk delectably from mother cow,
What he considered me was just a hi-tech attendant; scrupulously sorting and arranging his plethora of computer files.

For him I wasn’t the fantasy eye casting my shadow on every pretty damsel that I encountered on the streets,
What he considered me was a financial institution who could extract money from the uncouth world; dispense it judiciously to pacify even the tiniest of his demands.

For him I wasn’t the angel who slept cozily for indefatigable number of hours on the silken couch,
What he considered me was just an electric paced machine barging through the door of his office at the crack of dawn; and before anyone else entered his empire.

For him I wasn’t the philanderer gallivanting with brazen relish through the
winding hills,
What he considered me was just a physically fit and robust individual who could clamber and descend the stairs leading to his cabin umpteenth number of times.

For him I wasn’t the carefree and reckless student bunking classroom with nonchalant ease to meet my beloved,
What he considered me was just a special insect; who buzzed incessantly around his visage; pretentiously praising him about things he had never committed.

For him I wasn’t the impetuous youngster who spent every night drowned in gallons of intoxicating whisky dancing to the beats of vivacious music,
What he considered me was a professional with dynamic speech; the only man who could entertain his guests for weeks together on the glittering telephone.

For him I wasn’t just the tiny kid playing boisterously with several other of my kind,
What he considered me was an audacious and gallant chested soldier; standing tall and domineering to protect his assets; opening the door of his car; every time he felt an urge to drive fast towards the valley of enchantment.
For him I wasn’t the emperor of my dreams; sitting on the profusely jeweled throne,
What he considered me was just somebody who could spot and shrug off all the disdainful hair sticking to his shirt; evolve ingenious ideas to fetch him his emoluments for years to unveil.

For him I wasn’t the maverick munching toffee and simultaneously writing love letters,
What he considered me was a perfect ‘Butter Man’; adroitly convincing and polishing the shoes of his vast repertoire of alien customers.

For him I wasn’t the mischievous teenager bursting into pools of uninhibited laughter every other second,
What he considered me was just a vibrant entity who wrote his International speech; cajoled his vain senses when he found himself encompassed by a state of inexplicable nervousness.

For him I wasn’t the pampered boy feasting my eyes on a fathomless ensemble of ravishing fruits and curd,
What he considered me was just an executive who could prolifically travel all around the country; while he slept blissfully with the girl of his dreams; with nothing else except his snores to disturb him.

For him I wasn’t a prince swimming in an ocean of pearls; tossing an armory of jewels like matchsticks in the air,
What he considered me was just an infinitesimal little banana; whose skin he could ruthlessly peel whenever he wanted; before savoring the entire fruit.

For him I wasn’t the baby cuddling tightly to my mother’s invincible lap; drifting off to blissful sleep as she sung mystical rhymes into my ear,
What he considered me was just a mature broker; intricately manipulating and shielding each of his shady and illegal deals.

For him I wasn’t the adventurous crusader; profoundly admiring a blanket of voluptuous stars from the summit of the hill,
What he considered me was just an expert salesman; propagating the essence of his hollow ideals far and wide; standing dead straight as if struck by a hostile arrow; nodding my head boundless number of times to the faintest of whispers he uttered.

For him I wasn’t God’s vehement disciple; inexorably ringing the bells of the temple; wholesomely lost in the omnipotent aura of the Creator,
What he considered me was just an obnoxious table of reception; uttering hi, hello, sorry, thank you, all throughout the waking day and for some part of the
moistened night.

For him I wasn’t my beloved’s lover; enveloped intensely in the supremely volatile arms of her romance,
What he considered me was just a dirty solicitor; ever ready to fight every legal case of his; win every battle triumphantly in front of the judge.

For him I wasn’t human at all; with feelings, desires; fantasies; emotions; passions.etc.,
What he considered me was just his chained employee; licking his feet in meek submission; executing all his Business deals to astronomical perfection.

As these were the things inevitable to be done; to get that pay cheque of mine at the end of every month; and of course till that time he could take the privilege of dominating me,
But mind you irrespective of my compulsion to exist; he would only for the time being remain my fake Godfather; but could never replace and was nowhere near even the minutest shadows of my adorable and omniscient Creator.

Don’t ever let it obnoxiously deter you; irrefutably transcend its cowardliness; with the voice of eternally glorious truth; instead,

Don’t ever let it pathetically maim you; insuperably conquer its idiosyncrasies; with unflinchingly intrepid determination; instead,

Don’t ever let it treacherously pulverize you; blow its infidelity away like an inconspicuously frigid matchstick; with the power of Omnipotent
benevolence; instead,

Don’t ever let it ruthlessly suck you; irretrievably char its unmanliness; with the philanthropic melody of symbiotic existence; instead,

Don’t ever let it devastatingly tyrannize you; wholesomely triumph over its blackness; with the light of blazingly unassailable oneness; instead,

Don’t ever let it mordantly dishearten you; aristocratically sideline its diabolism; with the winds of scintillatingly charismatic camaraderie; instead,

Don’t ever let it hideously slap you; irrevocably freeze its satanic insinuations; with the Omnipotent mantra of regally proliferating humankind; instead,

Don’t ever let it maliciously prejudice you; jubilantly jostle its deterioration; with the spirit of intriguingly enchanting exuberance; instead,

Don’t ever let it painstakingly dither you; perennially challenge its heinousness; with the everlasting sunshine of brilliant optimism; instead,

Don’t ever let it baselessly empower you; implacably annihilate its goriness; with the lamp of panoramically vibrant newness; instead,

Don’t ever let it derogatorily corrupt you; nonchalantly shrug its insipid meaninglessness; with the boundless sky of sacredly burgeoning patriotism; instead,

Don’t ever let it invidiously strangulate you; majestically overwhelm its wailing; with the melodiously fructifying fruits of amiably marvelous existence; instead,

Don’t ever let it truculently dictate you; inexorably dominate its acridness; with the resplendently enamoring vividness of mother nature; instead,

Don’t ever let it malevolently slander you; inimitably silence its obsolescence; with the fabric of impeccably magical originality; instead,
Don’t ever let it indiscriminately trample you; eternally overpower its salaciousness; with the immaculately fragrant ointment of sparkling uninhibitedness; instead,

Don’t ever let it remorsefully shrink you; indefatigably restrict its feckless morbidity; with the wings of unequivocally astronomical freedom; instead,

Don’t ever let it intransigently lambaste you; spell bindingly extinguish its retribution; with unprecedented gorges of tantalizingly smothering artistry; instead,

Don’t ever let it enter your life; for it was the only thin line between you and the paradise of immortally bountiful success; the only gallows which barbarously snatched breath forever from your body even though you were synergistically alive; the only cadaverous demon which robbed you of all your fathomlessly endowed
happiness; the only word which you never wanted to utter if you wanted to live,

And if you guessed it to be death then let me tell you that you were horrifically wrong; for it was a death more gruesome than veritable death; as it was a corpse
of 2 more alphabets than death; infact an unending graveyard called failure

I extracted curd from pure cows milk; after sequestering it for marathon hours from light,

I extracted stupendously sweet honey from catacomb beehives; after adroitly wading the stinging bees away,

I extracted scintillating pearls from the corrugated oyster shell; after fetching the same from fathomless depths of the ocean,

I extracted poignant salt powder from the sea; after stringently drying the water under the dazzling sun,

I extracted succulent fruits from the towering tree; after many years of planting its inconspicuous seed,

I extracted royal skin from the ominous persona of leopard; after decimating his long whiskered body,

I extracted crystalline water from the belly of earth; after digging to unsurpassable distances below the ground,

I extracted lethal poison from the slithering reptile; after severing its hideous pair of toxic fangs,

I extracted tones of stench and prurient debris; after profoundly squeezing the skin of a rotten vegetable,

I extracted a plethora of hidden insinuations; after attentively listening to the bureaucrat’s flowery speech,

I extracted a bountiful ocean of redolence; after assembling a cluster of lilies in the flower vase,

I extracted robust supply of air completely encompassing the squalid room; after I merely caressed the conventional plastic switch labeled as fan,

I extracted compact cubes of triangular ice; after wholesomely freezing the large pitcher of water lying solitary on the slab,

I extracted gold from mundane land cultivating a fleet of crops on it; after onerously digging the soil with my gleaming pickaxe,
I extracted naked electricity from loosely dangling wires; after touching them with my profoundly wet hands,

I extracted a battalion of brilliant rays from the sun; after unrelentingly staring at it for several minutes,

I extracted sparkling foam from the rotund bar of soap; after vigorously kneading it into fine lather with my bohemian palms,

I extracted scores of raw minerals from the gargantuan body of rock; after delving deep and distantly far into its crevices,

I extracted loads of uninhibited love from my mother; after taking birth from her sacrosanct womb,

I extracted unparalleled empathy from my beloved; after making her the one and only queen of my heart,

And I extracted an omnipotent spirit to exist from life; after having being bestowed upon the form of a human; inhaling gallons of fresh air; by the divine Creator.

The disdainful gutters; expurgated tons of sewage every unveiling day; producing an unbearable stench which infiltrated the fragrant surroundings,
The parrot green blades of grass; expurgated dew drops at the onset of evanescent dawn; shimmering magnificently in the temperate sunshine,
The exhausted body; expurgated a million drops of sweat; slowly trickling down the bushy eyebrows,
The fountain pen; expurgated sapphire ink when pressed; granting intricate shape to a jugglery of words,
The colossal mountains; expurgated droplets of snow in chilly winter; which cascaded down their slopes in unparalleled jubilation,
The mystical nightingale; expurgated melodious sounds as it opened its slender throat; flooding the ambience with its deliciously sweet music,
The ominous clouds in the sky; expurgated torrential rain; quenching the insatiable thirst of the parched ground,
The monstrous trucks on the road; expurgated obnoxious smoke; prompting suffocation in innocuously passing pedestrians,
The sensitive filament of bulb; expurgated brilliant light; illuminating the gruesome darkness in the solitary street,
The animate inhabiting terrestrial earth; expurgated feces as the first activity before commencing the new day,
The lizard on the wall; expurgated hostile blood at the occupants; when provoked and slashed by the same,
The celestial body of the Sun; expurgated sizzling rays; fumigating the conglomerate of dirt on earth,
The bunch of entangled rose; expurgated tantalizing fragrance; tickling the most ruthless of individuals,
The salty waves of the boundless ocean; expurgated dead fish on the shores; killed mercilessly by fishermen and fiery storms,
The resplendent rainbow in the cosmos; expurgated a plethora of colors; glistening in the splendor of pouring rain,
The striped panther philandering through the jungle; expurgated a domineering growl; announcing its presence to all animals in vicinity,
The ones suffering from lethal cancer; expurgated precious blood; struggling every unleashing minute to stay alive,
The eyes of my mother; expurgated tears of incredible exultation when I was born,
The nostrils incorporated in every human; expurgated humid breath; necessary to sustain life,
And the indefatigable heart imprisoned in my chest; expurgated love for the ones it cared for; the girl it unrelentingly loved.

My eyes expressed their profoundly unending love; by culminating into an astoundingly glistening festoon of triumphant tears; as her pristinely heavenly form
unfurled from behind the sun soaked hills,

My lips expressed their profusely inexorable love; by igniting thunderstorms of unrelenting desire in her majestic body; poignantly tracing the beautifully blossoming outlines of her mellifluous skin,

My forehead expressed its unrelentingly mischievous love; by flirtatiously colliding with her nubile chin; celestially brushing against her marvelously heaving
chest; as resplendently enamoring beams of the moon took complete control,

My cheeks expressed their bountifully timeless love; by blushing a shade more incomprehensibly voluptuous crimson than the torrentially thundering clouds; at
even the most inconspicuously evanescent of her caress,

My fingers expressed their insatiably indomitable love; by tirelessly groping in rampant strokes through her sensuously ravishing hair; invincibly clasping her
sacrosanct fingers in mine; for infinite more births yet to unveil,

My belly expressed its euphorically unlimited love; by indefatigably matching the divine cadence of her silhouette step for step; reverberating as her ultimate slave in even the most ephemeral of her queenly shadow,

My shoulders expressed their unflinchingly audacious love; by perpetually sequestering her enchantingly vivacious grace in their compassionate warmth;
uplifting her innocuous visage above the realms of spell binding paradise; even as nothing but hell vomited hedonistically from blue sky,

My eyelashes expressed their tantalizingly endless love; by sporadically fluttering against her royally exuberant nose; making her feel like a new born princess; even in her times of inexplicably traumatizing distress,

My ears expressed their ecstatically perennial love; by perspicaciously assimilating even the tiniest rhythm of her glorious stride; ardently listening to her ebulliently rhapsodic laughter; even centuries unfathomable after their veritable time,

My tongue expressed its intransigently dedicated love; by assiduously suckling the sweetness of her golden sweat; punctuating rivulets of untamed felicity in her
countenance with its marvelously sensitive strokes,

My feet expressed their immutably unshakable love; by incessantly following her blissfully immaculate trails wherever she went; intermittently evoking her to
fulminate into inimitable laughter poking her with my bohemian toe,

My throat expressed its ecumenically impeccable love; by relentlessly singing praises of her eternally righteous soul; unequivocally voicing its unstinted support for her everlasting grace; even as the entire world charged her with licentiously bawdy profanity,

My chest expressed its unconquerably benign love; by unassailably guarding her stupendously aristocratic form; taking every heinously adulterated arrow that
dared come her royal away; upon its astronomically tenacious consortium of barren bones,

My palms expressed their impregnably volatile love; by altruistically borrowing all forks of flagrant difficulty from her hands; blessing even the most inconsequential aspect of her life with their quota of destined happiness,

My shadow expressed its unshakably unending love; by irrevocably entrenching her melodiously jubilant form from all sides; timelessly ensuring that even the most
fugitive jinx or spirit wanting to infiltrate her; instead becoming my devastating rhyme,

My mind expressed its fantastically unsurpassable love; by endlessly fantasizing about her enthrallingly exhilarating aura; implacably replacing every other thought in my life with the fragrance of her unblemished companionship,

My veins expressed their vehemently intractable love; by emptying even the last iota of priceless blood from their silken conglomerate; to unendingly witness her blossom into eclectically fructifying life,

My breath expressed its irretrievably unbreakable love; by boundless cascading down her vividly imperial neck; being the insurmountably undefeated elixir; whenever she wanted to uninhibitedly gallop forward in vibrant life,

And my heart expressed its immortally unparalleled love; by bountifully bonding every of its passionate beat with her essence of irrefutably undaunted truth;
indomitably coalescing with her spirit of oneness and humanity; even after the earth had disdainfully ceased to exist.

It was only when you started to insatiably expect; that every stranger on the street would wholeheartedly smile; altruistically enshroud each dreary aspect of your beleaguered existence with unprecedented happiness,
That it terribly hurt you; when he unsparingly abused you; excoriating you apart like inconspicuously frigid shit; for ostensibly no reason or plausible rhyme; instead.

It was only when you started to inexorably expect; that the conglomerate of voluptuous clouds in the cosmos; perpetually inundated every emaciated cranny
of parched earth with enchantingly golden rain,
That it unsurpassably hurt you; when they immutably refrained to shower even an evanescent trickle even after drifting centimeters close to soil; metamorphosed every conceivable tuft of exotic green; into a graveyard of bizarrely disparaging sand;
instead.

It was only when you started to rapaciously expect; that the boisterously cavorting bee; would handsomely bless and enlighten the drearily lambasted roses around you,
That it limitlessly hurt you; when it acrimoniously hurtled right towards the whites of your impeccable eye and vengefully stung you; instead.

It was only when you started to endlessly expect; that the neighbor would chivalrously reciprocate your congenital kindness; unflinching standing by you in
your times of horrendously inexplicable and cancerous distress,
That it hedonistically hurt you; when he ghoulishly smattered every speck of preposterous dirt in his dwelling; with lethal disdain on your face; instead.

It was only when you started to unbelievably expect; that every inch of soil that you timelessly transgressed; would seductively tantalize and compassionately greet the haplessly staggering soles of your fatigued feet,
That it intransigently hurt you; when the ground perpetuated you to fretfully bleed and crumble; transforming into a battalion of cadaverously acerbic thorns even before you could alight a single foot; instead.

It was only when you started to tirelessly expect; that the very first rays of brilliantly Omnipotent Sun next morning; would miraculously mitigate you of even the most infinitesimal iota of your torturous agony,
That it tyrannically hurt you; when the mordantly main and viciously livid smog; hazily obfuscated every trace of light; instead.

It was only when you started to passionately expect; that the indomitably intrepid mountains; would perpetually sequester you in their unshakably peerless aura,
That it unimaginably hurt you; when they ignominiously buried you alive under an avalanche of incongruously untamed ice; instead.
It was only when you started to unconquerably expect; that the immaculate woman on the turnstiles; would invincibly treat you like her venerated son,
That it disconsolately hurt you; when she lasciviously crept towards you and tawdrily offered you her profanely sundry body; instead.

It was only when you started to unceasingly expect; that every wave of the undulatingly frosty ocean; would transcend you to above the realms of veritably
blissful paradise,
That it traumatically hurt you; when the waters savagely drowned you to the rock bottom without giving you the tiniest of subtle innuendo; instead.

And it was only when you started to unrelentingly expect; that the girl for which your heart throbbed more everlastingly than the corridors of eternal eternity; would irrefutably become the sole partner ofyour existence,
That it intolerably hurt you; when she came to tantalizingly kiss you every moonlit evening; and then bonded in threads of perennial matrimony with your most dreaded enemy; choosing you for the night and him for life; instead.

We might be two different breaths; but will continue to exist as one; rhapsodically relishing each moment of profoundly mystical life,

We might be two different mouths; but will continue to exist as one; singing till the last chord down our throat got exhausted; basking in the glory of the divinely atmosphere,

We might be two different feet; but will continue to exist as one; transgressing unflinchingly over every barricade of acrimonious existence; surging unabashedly ahead on our path towards righteousness,

We might be two different brains; but will continue to exist as one; evolving the most ingenious ideas on this planet; indefatigably striving to metamorphose God’s beautiful creation once again into a paradise,

We might be two different hands; but will continue to exist as one; facing the mightiest of onslaught with invincible determination; pulverizing the nefarious devil to inconspicuous bits of insipid ash,

We might be two different destinies; but will continue to exist as one; overtoppling all the barbaric odds and spirits that inevitably came our way; with the astounding conviction in our blood,

We might be two different lips; but will continue to exist as one; smiling high and handsome towards the flaming Sun; even though the nights had wholesomely
strangulated our blissful days,

We might be two different eyes; but will continue to exist as one; incarcerating the fathomless beauty of this wonderful planet in our lids; crying tears of blood to enlighten the lives of our compatriots in inexplicable pain,

We might be two different ears; but will continue to exist as one; profusely enjoying the captivating melody in the air; unrelentingly on the lookout for our sacrosanct siblings on this globe,

We might be two different tongues; but will continue to exist as one; eloquently speaking and emanating God’s wonderful voice; conversing in the dialect of ubiquitous humanity,

We might be two different skins; but will continue to exist as one; merrily frolicking in an enchanting paradise of our own; far away from the obnoxious vagaries of Black
and white,

We might be two different shadows; but will continue to exist as one; not relinquishing our entities even a diminutive trifle in the blistering day; as well as the satanically devil ridden night,

We might be two different signatures; but will continue to exist as one; evolving a script which is the most unshakeable of them all; a jargon which none in this vast world could ever conceive to emulate,

We might be two different bloods; but will continue to exist as one; decimating every disease from its very non-existent roots; perennially bouncing towards the sky with a tumultuous euphoria to grasp for life,

We might be two different desires; but will continue to exist as one; insurmountably superceding every beautiful dream that lingered in the air; mating in the perpetual flame of belonging,

We might be two different heights; but will continue to exist as one; caressing the incredulously shimmering stars as we philandered; nestling contentedly in the belly of the milky moon in the lap of silken sleep,

We might two different enigmas; but will continue to exist as one; enthralling monotonously struggling identities in this Universe; with the ravishing tinkle in
our stride,

We might be two different souls; but will continue to exist as one; coalescing as an inseparable spirit to withstand each acrid chapter of indispensable survival,

And we might be two different hearts; but will continue to exist as one; even after our mortal deaths; for infinite more births to come.

The eyes exploded into a flurry of tears; sometimes of celestial bliss; sometimes reeling under the onslaught of hysterical agony,

The nose exploded into a stream of gruesomely sticky mucus; succeeded by violent draughts of passionate air,

The legs exploded into an inevitable fast run; as the striped panther furtively following them came at whisker lengths of snapping distance,

The fingers exploded into a mountain of voracious writing; transforming the sheer magic embedded in them into exquisite calligraphy,

The stars in the cosmos exploded into a fountain of resplendent light; illuminating the ghastly darkness prevailing in all quarters with ravishing light,

The gutter exploded into a whirlpool of gruesomely stinking sewage; diffusing an obnoxiously horrendous stench for boundless kilometers in vicinity,

The Sun exploded into a vicious fireball of flames; charring every evil to minuscule ash in the wrath of its sweltering heat,

The volcano exploded into fulminating lava; diffusing tumultuous heat and agony as it gushed out of the earth’s belly like an electric paced rocket,

The tongue exploded into a volley of supremely melodious sounds; engulfing the dolorously morose ambience around with enthralling music,

The mouth exploded into a thunderously loud yawn; languidly expressing its immortal desire to exotically dream and sleep,

The rose exploded into an ocean of scent every dawn; permeating every entity that trespassed in surrounding; with the essence of its mystically alluring aroma,

The fire cracker exploded into a festoon of brilliantly pugnacious sparks; puncturing the
voluptuous carpet of night with unparalleled boisterous fervor,

The photograph exploded into a cavalcade of hidden emotions; putting up a blatantly stoical look in front of its master; sulking within as it was thoroughly incapable of taking birth again,

The ripe and rotten tomato exploded into a shower of fetidly red curry; fomenting all those around to relinquish the last bit of taste they had in their mouths,

The assembly of exorbitantly costly diamonds exploded into a corridor of intransigent shine; made people ogle at their impeccably splendid demeanor for centuries unprecedented,

The indefatigably tired arms exploded into a pool of seductive sweat; trickling down slowly to blend with scorched mud,

The fathomless deep gorge encompassing the entire spell binding mountain range; exploded into an ensemble of eerie echoes; granting Godly status to an inconspicuously tiny sound,

The turbulently rising waves of the colossal ocean exploded into a blanket of tantalizing froth; flooding the life of impoverished entities with tangy spice and the ardor to survive,

The heart imprisoned in the chest exploded into a series of passionate palpitations; profoundly blending with the ultimate love its life,

And every life born on this planet; exploded into newness and energy; exploded into fascinating enchantment and enigma; exploded into the unending battle called
and worshipped as existence.