Indian Poet Nikhil Parekh

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of tawdrily inconsolable isolation; an infinite times every unfurling instant of resplendently destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of murderously ungainly abuse; an infinite times every unfurling instant of beautifully destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of unforgivably criminal torture; an infinite times every unfurling instant of vivaciously destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of acrimoniously ribald humiliation; an infinite times every unfurling instant of bountifully destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of hedonistically abominable slavery; an infinite times every unfurling instant of symbiotically destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of atrociously cannibalistic vindication; an infinite times every unfurling instant of iridescently destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of baselessly trembling fear; an infinite times every unfurling instant of redolently destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of inexplicably tormenting disease; an infinite times every unfurling instant of celestially destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of cannibalistically sacrilegious uncertainty; an infinite times every unfurling instant of mellifluously destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of horrifically wanton impeachment; an infinite times every unfurling instant of jubilantly destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of horrendously asphyxiating oblivion; an infinite times every unfurling instant of triumphantly destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of unceremoniously treacherous debauchery; an infinite times every unfurling instant of effulgently destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of intolerably filthy stench; an infinite times every unfurling instant of poignantly destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of preposterously pathetic decay; an infinite times every unfurling instant of eclectically destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of inanely meaningless infertility; an infinite times every unfurling instant of compassionately destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of venomously decrepit stagnation; an infinite times every unfurling instant
of effervescently destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of worthlessly demonic prejudice; an infinite times every unfurling instant of sparklingly destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of bawdily worthless manipulation; an infinite times every unfurling instant of majestically destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of truculently lambasted frustration; an infinite times every unfurling instant of beamingly destined life,

It was a countless times better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of indefatigably nonchalant hopelessness; an infinite times every unfurling instant of symbiotically destined life,

And it was a countless better to die this very minute; than to suffer an infinite deaths of perpetually maiming cowardice; an infinite times every unfurling instant
of victoriously destined life.

Enough has been said and appreciated about the Mother of the house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the walls of this dwelling; would never have been able to
bear the onslaught of the vengefully greedy and rigid society,

Enough has been said and admired about the Mother of the house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the children of this dwelling; would never have been able
to sleep all blissful night; in the cozy delights of the opulently silken quilt,

Enough has been said and preached about the Mother of the house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the rooms of this dwelling; would never have been embedded
with luxurious luminosity; which all members profoundly relished all their lifetime,

Enough has been said and saluted about the Mother of the house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the driveways of this dwelling; would never have been deluged with bountiful prosperity; which celestially circulated through the hearts of one and
all; alike,

Enough has been said and patronized about the Mother of the house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the commercial ambitions of all; would never have been so
sumptuously placated; imparting them with a chance to embrace even the most bizarrely remote of their dreams,

Enough has been said and advocated about the Mother of the house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; sagacious knowledge of this Universe; would never have entered this dwelling; with the mantra of ignorance is bliss; being the only jargon till eternity,

Enough has been said and idolized about the Mother of the house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the infants of this dwelling; would never have been able to get the most majestic education; miserably buckling under the whirlwind of poverty and insanity,

Enough has been said and prayed about the Mother of the house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the boundaries of this dwelling; would never have been able to bear; the acrimoniously appalling abuse of the uncouth society outside,

Enough has been said and highlighted about the Mother of the house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the floors of this dwelling; would never have been able to
so handsomely withhold; the unfathomable demands of pampered brats around,

Enough has been said and idolized about the Mother of the house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the winds of this dwelling; would never have been so royally subjected; to an unsurpassable fortress of flamboyantly dynamic exuberance; perennially diffusing from your stride,

Enough has been said and talked about the Mother of the house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the regal grandiloquence of this dwelling; would never have remained so invincible; with the parasitic world outside insatiably longing to devastate each of its brick,

Enough has been said and revered about the Mother of the house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the flowers of this dwelling; would never have bloomed so radiantly; with all inevitably busy in their own conquests; failing to water them so magnificently as you did unflinchingly each day; with the Sun transcending over the rosy horizons,

Enough has been said and symbolized about the Mother of the house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the clothes of this dwelling; would have never been so
immaculately spotless; with the ruthless planet outside fervently waiting to
envelop them in bloodbaths of abhorrent war,

Enough has been said and cherished about the Mother of the house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the plates of this dwelling; would never have been so aristocratically replenished; with the ungainly famished earth outside unsparingly commencing its vicious atrocity; upon our obliviously innocent blood,

Enough has been said and sung about the Mother of the house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the sweat in this dwelling; would never have glistened in such extraordinarily timeless perseverance; with all invidiously lazing without realizing the actual value of life,

Enough has been said and cheered about the Mother of the house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the enthusiasm in this dwelling; would never have been so ebulliently prolific; with the worthlessness in the air outside; being simply no match for your exhilaratingly vivacious flair; to win over the entire planet,

Enough has been said and celebrated about the Mother of the house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the picturesque timelessness of this dwelling; would never have been so magnificently unassailable; with every lecherous organism who tried to trespass it; sinking only more and more deeper into his ultimate grave,

Enough has been said and embellished about the Mother of the house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the breaths of all those in this dwelling; would never
have flowed so uninhibitedly; feeling perpetually free even against the most mightiest of impediment that came its way,

Enough has been said and immortalized about the Mother of the house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the hearts of all in this dwelling; would never have
throbbed with such unconquerably unending passion; as and when your charismatic voice blazed forever and ever and ever; way above the dormitory of
despairing death.

Dead beyond description are those living eyes; which tirelessly harbor the swords of indiscriminately terrorizing hatred and satanic prejudice,

Dead beyond description are those living ears; which rapaciously yearn to hear the brutally asphyxiated cries of the pricelessly innocent; every unfurling minute of the day as well as in the ingredients of blackened night,

Dead beyond description are those living lips; which remain as frozen as heartlessly white ice; even as enchantingly golden rays of the blazing Sun; compassionately embraced every organism on earth; handsomely alike,

Dead beyond description are those living feet; which ludicrously rot in the corpses of cowardice; even as the earth on which they tread was being unsparingly molested by hedonistically torturous traitors of mankind,

Dead beyond description are those living fingers; which mercilessly strangulate the divinely silhouette of newborn life; in order to reign spuriously supreme for an infinite more non-existent lifetimes,

Dead beyond description are those living teeth; which barbarously pulverize wonderfully evolving life of the womb; on the sadistic pretext of it not belonging to
their vindictively castigating religion,

Dead beyond description are those living veins; which salaciously betray even the most perpetually bonding of relationships; for just an infinitesimally tawdry
bundle of feckless currency notes,

Dead beyond description are those living shoulders; which listlessly while away every blessed moment of their existence; carrying the coffins of unsurpassably massacring lies,

Dead beyond description are those living eyelids; which bat down in due obeisance to the world of anarchically decrepit corruption and the mortuary of wickedly wastrel politics,

Dead beyond description are those living shadows; which devilishly pretend as parasitically delinquent ghosts; scurrilously scaring holistically breathing mankind without any ostensible reason or rhyme,

Dead beyond description are those living nails; which diabolically erase every effulgently mesmerizing destiny line of the palm; with insidiously
traumatizing slavery of the most unprecedented degree,
Dead beyond description are those living cheeks; which metamorphose into fretfully lackadaisical and amorphously decaying skeletons; even when embraced by the most perennially coalescing of camaraderie,

Dead beyond description are those living intestines; which solely feast on other’s happiness; menacingly waiting their moment to devour every trace of unparalleled ebullience into the unforgiving pyre of murderous hell,

Dead beyond description are those living nostrils; which waft venomously pugnacious blood; endlessly wanting to curse even the most mercurial speck of
civilization with worthless insanity and ominously castigated malice,

Dead beyond description are those living tongues; which relentlessly wail for the cause of vituperatively bawdy injustice; egregiously marauding the fabric of eternally resplendent truth from every conceivable side,

Dead beyond description are those living skins; which are unimaginably numb to even the most effusively heart-rendering cries of whipped humanity; celebrating
till fathomless heights above the heavens even as the closest of their kin evaporated,

Dead beyond description are those living souls; which unrelentingly foster the spirit of cannibalistic war and rampant bloodshed; uncouthly baying for their compatriot’s blood; even when the Creator afforded them with a majestic survival to thrive,

Dead beyond description are those living arms; which intransigently dig graves of malevolently treacherous fanaticism all day; instead of gloriously perspiring
under the Omnipotently golden Sun,

And dead beyond description are those living hearts; which throb unceasingly and till the very end of their destined times all right; but from whom culminated
only the beats of savagely slandering betrayal; in whom there resided nothing but vultures of emotionless hell.

The heart had ceased to beat completely,
the eyes didn’t move a fraction of centimeter,
juxtaposed arteries of blood had frozen midway,
twin pairs of lips lay partially open to the filtering Sunlight,
breaths emanating from nostrils had disappeared into oblivion,
there was no sweat formed on sensitive zones of body,
the expurgation of fluids had been completely sealed,
fresh buds of skin vehemently refrained from taking birth,
tender sacs of lungs now lay lifeless,
nut shells of kidney no longer toiled to produce saline water,
glittering contours of teeth showed signs of decay,
robust patches of flesh had transited to a ghastly white,
his body lay lifeless staring altruistically at me, bereft of traces of emotion.

i had loved him more than i could love God,
his scent had mesmerized dormant chambers of my inner being,
alas! he no longer walked on the ripened soil of the lawns,
a brutal mishap had snatched him away from the bloodcurling embrace of my arms,
i had thereafter preserved his dead body in a pool of antiseptic,
the hair still grew in abundance,
his beard had now multiplied to astronomical proportions,
it was almost a month since he had exited for his heavenly abode,
i still didnt feel like burying him, wanting to keep him close to my heart,
for the remainder of my life.

The day swelteringly blazed in the tyranny of
unrelentingly acrimonious heat; disdainfully simmering
with abominably intolerable harshness,
While an unfathomable pearl of majestic enchantment;
was the entrenchment of the fabulously titillating and
frosty night.

The day relentlessly scorched even the most minuscule
of entity that came in the trajectory of its vicious
swirl; charring blissful angels into a pool of
unbearably smoldering perspiration,
While a resplendently melodious festoon of enigmatic
voices; was the fabric of the sensuously enamoring and
voluptuous night.

The day hideously burnt fathomless islands of
poignantly nubile skin; invidiously tanning even the
most impeccably scintillating patches of princely white,
While a maelstrom of unendingly romantic titillation;
a world of eternally tranquil freedom; was the
bedsheet of the miraculously everlasting night.

The day propelled insanely ominous abuse; as the
unsparing heat of the ferociously truculent Sun
brutally asphyxiated priceless reserves of liquid from
the; pathetically staggering body,
While a garland of profoundly heartwarming
graciousness; seductively placating the thirst of one
and all handsomely alike; was the ravishingly queenly
aroma of the marvelously embellished night.

The day was horrendously indescribable; with the
mercury soaring literally out of the thermometer;
barbarically torching boundless kilometers of celestial
land and atmosphere,
While an unsurpassable stream of tantalizing
effervescence; was the wave of the ebulliently dancing
and charismatic night.

The day was ungainly traumatic; with diabolical chains
of gorily boiling heat diabolically jeopardizing the
lives of all those innocuously harmonious,
While a gloriously bountiful cushion of amiable
togetherness; a cistern of spell binding empathy; was
the profusely compassionate inferno of the regale
night.

The day was a stagnantly debilitating pond of sordid
perspiration; as every organism on this planet
inevitably broke into despicable sweat; under the
blistering cauldron of ever-augmenting heat,
While a nimbly obeisant salutation to the Almighty
Lord; an incantation of fascinating timelessness; was
the effusively chirping garden of the vivaciously
phlegmatic night.

The day was an unavoidable nightmare that every entity
on this colossal Universe had to live through;
manipulatively struggling amidst the hostile horde of
bloodsucking wolves to earn their quintessential livelihood,
While a ubiquitous ocean of philanthropic brotherhood;
a magical river in which all uninhibitedly melanged
irrespective of caste; creed or spurious color; was
the mesmerizing intoxication of the wonderfully
moonlit night.

And a derogatorily devilish betrayer was the
unprecedentedly flaming day; insidiously snapping even
the most celestial of relationships; as lambasting
heat triggered tempers to disconcertingly flare,
While an unassailably grandiloquent smile of
friendship; an immortally unshakable bond of divine
love; a harbinger of peace and serenely humanitarian
friendship; was the invincible sky of the gorgeously
heavenly night.

When I danced on the ultimate summit of the astronomically colossal mountain; initially I felt waves of stupendously ingratiating exhilaration deluge me from all sides,
Although as time rapidly unleashed; and the Sun austerely gleamed to sweltering radiance; my nimble feet trembled uncontrollably upon the treacherous slopes; and I found the conglomerate of my robust bones metamorphose to inconspicuous chowder; as I yelled my last before smashing against the cold-blooded rocks.

When I danced on the fathomlessly tangy ocean; frolicking in the heart of the marvelously poignant waves; initially I felt the gregariously rhapsodic froth transit me into realms of tantalizing heaven,
Although as the minutes crept by; and the Sun commenced to languidly kiss the horizons; an intransigently vicious pain enveloped my entire countenance; as a malicious battalion of pugnacious sharks dragged me barbarically to blend me
with the rock bottom.

When I danced on the ethereally spell-binding clouds; kissing the mesmerizing mists as they floated past my rubicund cheeks; initially I felt as if I had witnessed every iota of enchanting beauty upon the trajectory of the boundlessly bountiful Universe,
Although as the day unfurled itself into hideous night; and the Moon refrained to creep up in the sky; I found myself taking the greatest plunge of my life; sinking down to find devastated refuge with pertinent worms; infinite kilometers beneath soil.

When I danced on a pile of incomprehensible gold coin; feeling an unfathomable barrage of scintillating silver cascade down my neck; initially I felt as if I was the most flamboyantly opulent man alive,
Although a few seconds later; and as vindictive witches of hell descended down on earth; all celestial empathy vanished uncouthly from my disastrously shriveled persona; to ruthlessly snap the eternal chapter of my romantic life.

When I danced on a shimmering garland of blissful sand; ravishingly tickling my soles with the resplendent granules of enthrallment trapped within; initially I felt as if all sorrow had abnegated forever from my life,
Although a few moments later; and as dusk seemed to advance its ominous stranglehold over brilliant light; I ludicrously slipped worse than nine-pins to lick
worthless dust; with a cluster of irascibly heinous ant playing hide and seek; with my lame ears.

When I danced on an unfathomable horde of crocodiles; intrepidly caressing my big toe nails in exuberant gusto against their majestically serrated skin; initially I felt the bravest man on earth; applauding my Herculean feat by staring mockingly towards the heavens,
Although as the hour changed its dimensions; and the beasts started to belligerently shrug their afternoon siesta; I found no difference between my brain and feet; disappearing into threadbare oblivion for centuries immemorial.

When I danced on royally flaming fires; trespassing intractably across the sizzling embers all day and murderous night; initially I felt winds of supremely uninhibited compassion enshroud my penuriously dithering visage; for countless more births of mine,
Although as the clock fervently ticked; and as the overwhelmingly traumatized agony of heat proliferated multifold; I soon transformed into ashes of insipid nothingness; to coalesce with corridors of lecherously lambasting hell.

When I danced on the land of nostalgically impeccable souls; ebulliently juxtaposing with their timeless essence; initially I felt all richness and endless grace on this planet being showered upon me in unequivocal plenty,
Although as days sped into painstaking fortnights; and as even the most minuscule beam of hope immutably denied to linger in the devastatedly sinister atmosphere; every iota of my invincibly looming persona; soon evaporated into non-existent trails of the satanic ghost.

When I danced in the heart of my divinely beloved; bonding each beat of my miserably palpitating heart with the insurmountably perennial river of her immortal love; initially I felt an Omnipotent endowment to lead a countless more ecstatic lives,
And I can state it with irrefutable pride this time; that as the moments unfolded into a sparkling tomorrow; I was reborn again and again and again; as the most powerful entity on this marvelously enamoring Universe; the power which was none else but the fragrance of her impregnably unceasing love.

Whether it be as inconspicuous as an invisibly dissolute ant; or whether it be as towering as the highest apogee of the invincibly towering mountain; upon which fell the very first rays of the brilliant Sun,

Whether it be as overpoweringly black as the color of unearthly midnight; or whether it be blazing towards an infinite new civilizations of tomorrow—like the profusely ameliorating beams of empowering dawn,

Whether it be as evanescent as the parsimoniously deteriorating horizons; or whether it be as veritably fathomless as the gigantically swirling oceans and the endless chain of black rocks,

Whether it be as infantile as the nimble squeak of the freshly born baby rat; or whether it be as impregnably majestic as the inimitably unparalleled roar of the unflinching lion,

Whether it be as frivolous as the sporadically changing winds; or whether it be as undefeatedly passionate as the shades of insuperably humanitarian and united blood,

Whether it be as light veined as the inane balderdash of the limpid clown; or whether it be as redolently immortalizing as a boundless lines of ecstatically bountiful poetry,

Whether it be as acrimoniously arid as the blistering sands; or whether it be as torrentially sumptuous and everlastingly life-yielding as the unabashedly tumbling droplets of golden rain,

Whether it be as nonchalant as the ephemerally livid whisper; or whether it be as royally unassailable as the indefatigably euphoric and vociferous lightening of the crimson sky,

Whether it be as ludicrously feeble as the abnormally rickety pack of cards; or whether it be as insuperably fortified as the magical Universe whose foundations rested on eternally unified love,

Whether it be as excruciatingly tantalizing as the betraying mirage; or whether it be as inevitably definite as the perennially nurturing complexion of the soil; which was
a princely dark brown,

Whether it be as nervously tottering like the abysmally old man stumbling towards his grave; or whether it be perpetually bouncing in the victorious vigor and ardor
of wondrously youthful life,

Whether it be as dismally oblivious as the full cry of the non-existent mosquito; or whether it be full; eternal and ravishingly triumphant as the entire Universe of philanthropic justice,

Whether it be as disdainfully terrestrial as the transient blade of pulverized green grass; or whether it uninhibitedly flapped its wings like a surreally adorned queen through fathomless bits of azure sky,

Whether it be as cunningly slippery as the bewilderingly groping eel; or whether it be as infallibly faithful as the girl of your every dream; who fearlessly stood abreast you to rejoice and smilingly accept the ghastliest of death,

Whether it be as uncannily eccentric as the croaking witch’s anointed broomstick; or whether it be as enthrallingly pragmatic as the unnervingly ticking -centuries old town clock,

Whether it be as deplorably jinxed as the fetidly disgruntled graveyard; or whether it be as miraculously blessed as every synergistically palpitating creation of
the Omnipotent Almighty Lord,

Whether it be as treacherously cheating like the feckless shadow which came and disappeared with each shade of the light; or whether it be as timelessly befriending as the breath in the lungs; which only left you after your veritable death,

Whether it be as pathetically ungraspable as the stream of widowed water; or whether it be like all those people around you who unstoppably embraced you for solely what you were and what you were destined to be,

And I really don’t care; be it in whatever shape; form; color or intensity; but as long as its for the betterment of humanity and my very own self; and the very instant it comes my way; I’d definitely and wholesomely dance upon every chance.

Dance. And you’ll uninhibitedly release even the most infinitesimal iota of mercilessly trapped frustration; disdainfully entrapped in your bones.

Dance. And you’ll metamorphose every droplet of your brutally estranged sweat; into a paradise of intriguingly unparalleled and triumphant newness.

Dance. And you’ll feel like the most pricelessly blessed artist on this fathomless Universe; efficaciously expressing even the most obsoletely defecating of your emotions; like the blazingly unfettered Sunlight.

Dance. And you’ll feel an unsurpassably overwhelming urge to lead a countless more lives; as if every of your inadvertently committed sin is forever erased into the wisps of worthlessly wanton nothingness.

Dance. And you’ll feel the innermost dormitories of your soul profoundly blending with every ounce of the celestial atmosphere; galloping as God’s most endowed organism alive.

Dance. And you’ll feel the inferno of unconquerable desire tower to the most ultimate crescendo in your crimson blood; with every pristinely untamed pore
of your skin insatiably yearning to be timelessly kissed.

Dance. And you’ll feel that the tantalizing mists of infinite infinity were invincibly captured in your magical palms; with every bone in your gallantly bountiful persona rhythmically swaying to the beats of the divine.

Dance. And you’ll feel that there was no bath ever which was better than the bath of mesmerizing golden sweat; as it resplendently trickled like the most sensuously blessing waterfall over every patch of your fantastically glistening and naked skin.

Dance. And you’ll feel that exhaustion never ever existed on the trajectory of this boundless earth; with even the most ethereal trace of disease forever transforming into the heaven of unprecedented excitement.

Dance. And you’ll want every second to consist of a countless more seconds;
every pathway of ebulliently rhapsodic life to be endlessly eternal till the time planet earth holistically survived.

Dance. And you’ll feel that even the most deliriously robotic structure around you was silken fluffs of enamoring candy; inevitably culminating into a limitless forest of desire in every cranny of your impoverished caricature.

Dance. And you’ll feel an inimitable fountain of heart-rendering empathy arise in the whites of your eyes; putting even the most disastrously frazzled dormitory of your brain to a perpetually glorifying rest.

Dance. And you’ll learn to fly without wings even in the most fathomlessly unlimited of sky; indefatigably adventuring and proliferating into astounding newness; even as the entire earth around you brutally fought and died.

Dance. And you’ll feel even the most treacherously obstinate of impediments beneath your feet convert into the oceans of unbridled prosperity; victoriously enveloping every of your nerve with undefeatable rhapsody.

Dance. And you’ll feel like a freshly adorned bride; inexhaustibly tossing and turning on the bedsheets of Immortal friendship; waiting for the prince of her life to kiss her to an infinite billion lives.

Dance. And you’ll feel as if you were the ultimate messiah of humanity; enlightening boundless orphans and deprived; with the miraculously subliming optimism in your vividly gleeful stride.

Dance. And you’ll discover the most fragrantly invincible meaning of life; symbiotically coalesce every element of your majestic form with the insuperably panoramic cradle of Mother Nature.

Dance. And you’ll feel as if your heart was the most pricelessly infallible creation on this gregariously impregnable Universe; with each of its Immortal beats forever bonding with the Omnipresent light of the Creator Divine.

Dance. And you’ll feel as if the chapter of victoriously Omniscient life could never ever end; and with every joyously unhindered leap that you took into the atmosphere you were reborn again and again and again; for an infinite more lives and lifetimes.

The foliage of leaves embossed on the maple tree; danced to turbulent currents
of air,

The intricate hands of timepiece; danced coherently with the unwinding of
machinery,

The crisp sheets of bonded paper; danced frivolously to the scribbling with
writing pen,

The placid demeanor of river water; danced sumptuously to vociferous inputs from floating ships,

The rusty grey persona of the innocuous donkey; danced in indignation when deliberately kissed by cigarette butt,

The succulent fruits high up in the tree; danced in passionate zeal when struck with torrential draughts of rain,

The obnoxiously slimy body of tadpole; danced nimbly in fresh ponds of
monsoon water,

A plethora of cold blooded criminals victimized common man; danced unrelentingly to fat pads of printed currency,

Scores of fragrant roses on the sprawling landscapes; danced when visited upon
by the humming bee,

The abhorrent caricature of the wall lizard; danced tantalizingly when it witnessed helpless insects in close proximity,

The translucent fountains of water; danced in enchantment when struck with a myriad of opalescent color,

The network of cable wires dangling at unprecedented heights in the air; danced in
submission when fed with sumptuous amounts of white electricity,

The crystal shard of transparent glass; danced with exuberance when shown illusions
of ravishing beauty,

A group of youngsters at the ostentatious disco; danced with boisterous energy after
consuming barrels of intoxicating liquor,

The battalion of soldiers clad in neat uniform, danced in organized synchrony as patronizing rhymes diffused from the loud speaker,

Infinite souls; danced in solitary confinement even years after the person was buried,

The fleet of birds danced tenaciously; high up in the clouds; when granted impetus
by vibrant pouches of breeze,

The prisoner held captive in jail; danced with spurts of anguish when whipped by a belt dipped in onion curry,

The animate and inanimate existing; danced onerously in front of God; to get reprieve from tumultuous sorrow,

And I danced sporadically to tunes emanating from my heart; with mesmerizing impressions of the girl I loved at close quarters from my face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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