Indian Poet Nikhil Parekh

A delightfully rounded ball of wondrous green exterior; that rolled with unparalleled fervor upon any frictionless surface; with the tiniest of thrust,

A shell so spectacularly enamoring and impeccable; that it left even the most charmed of maidens to envy with its smooth periphery and robustly exuberant texture,

Fecund brown seeds adorning it unabashedly in the inside; disseminating fresh hope for existence if they were planted in unassailably bountiful earth,

Royally salubrious aroma drifting from its succulent demeanor; mesmerizing people of all religions, caste, creed and color with the profound charm of a fulfilled existence – which thrilled in myriad proportions,

Sporadically, a rejuvenating substitute for a nonchalantly mundane pillow; as you cuddled it up close to your ears; wrapping it with jagged pieces of cloth asymmetrically strewn around; as if for transient support,

A beautifully convivial ball of smoothness; magnificently illustrated as kids kissed it and nudged it with their chin – then ran around with a squeal of bewilderment as it reached the other corner of the house; rollicking on the floor within lightening seconds of time,

A marvelously tantalizing delicacy served to befit a crowned prince – mollifying you with motley fantasies of good grace as you snuggled in the royal armchair without the tiniest of apprehension on the glorious roof top terrace,

Profoundly ecstatic sponge of majestic red embodied within; incredibly enthralling and bringing about a cheer to the wisps of lackadaisical disenchantment, in the impoverished existence of a human being,

A fantabulously satisfying meal at occasions for the penniless pocket; in the absence of that quintessential platter blended with myriad spices and some of the most charismatic delicacies of the seasonal celebration,

A fabulously intriguing topic of intelligent discussion – as elders of the family expounded upon its plethora of amazing health benefits – for the younger generation to assimilate and incorporate at various stages of their life,

Resembled a big zero; but harmoniously providing the fabric of humanity a wondrous opportunity to relish one of the most sumptuously delicious and gorgeously sweet; fruit on this earth,

The most perfectly robust fruit on mortal earth to be squelched into liquid form; thereby rendering the opulently carved glass with the finesse of ebulliently scarlet juice,

One of the heaviest things to exasperatingly carry under the dynamically triumphant afternoon Sun – but an adorable darling to the taste – as a person absolved even the tiniest trace of his apprehension after consuming its natural richness,

An earnest favorite in the appetizingly varied menu list of the most stellar restaurants and found scribbled with bohemian chalk on the wall of the neighborhood highway cafeteria – with individuals cutting across barriers of caste and color; whilst savoring its ravishingly enchanting flavor,

A proud inhabitant found with predominant contingency in the deeper recesses of the refrigerator; peacefully nestled amongst an array of other vegetable; salad; cream; sauce; pizza and chocolate – but enjoying its its own inimitably imposing presence and preference as the hands affably reached out for it first; after the successful completion of a meal,

Written about with aplomb; in poetry and prose by bestseller authors and those in their nascent stages of penning something substantial; praising its astoundingly simpleton demeanor; which empowers the living race towards unbiased friendship,

A privilege for talented artists to incorporate within their paintings of the unfettered forest, depicting the trajectory of the earth on barren canvas – in its multitudes of hues and color; with one of the largest of princely fruits occupying heroic center stage,

One of the most adulated fruits at the vendor’s imperiously embellished establishment,

Was the relished watermelon.

If there was water on the surface of dry leaves; they would look superbly mesmerizing; glistening profoundly under the Sun,
If there was water on mud coated wall; there would be a ravishing scent that permeated the adulterated air,
If there was water on vegetables lying sprawled in a forlorn heap; they would bounce back to boisterous life; retrieving the plethora of minerals they had lost in the blistering heat,
If there was water on fossils languidly scattered in obsolete territories of the dormant volcano; they would perspicuously depict the mysteries of the past; besides shimmering magnificently under the moon,
If there was water on wild buds of jungle mushroom; the unruly shoots would sparkle tenaciously; drawing millions of mouths towards them to satiate their famished taste buds,
If there was water on a battalion of acrimonious thorns; their tips would get dramatically softened; making them flounder in their conquest of
mercilessly puncturing soft skin,
If there was water on scalp hair; their bedraggled texture would miraculously transform into immaculately polished,
If there was water on the obdurate foam of bed; there would be an unprecedented cool that besieging the ambience; and I would find it astoundingly easy to fall into a invincible siesta,
If there was water on pairs of chapped lips; they would look irrefutably voluptuous and longing to be kissed,
If there was water on the scorched soil of arid desert; the surrounding wildlife would get substantial reprieve from sweltering storms of heat,
If there was water on rampant flames of fire ominously rising up by the zipping second; the occupants inside would be saved from the tyranny of being burnt alive,
If there was water on the elevation of dusty window panes; they would suddenly
glitter in animation; explicitly exposing the panoramic view outside,
If there was water on the river bed; scores of children would gleefully toss
in it; splashing it frivolously on passing pedestrians,
If there was water on clusters of scarlet rose; they would diffuse a blissful
fragrance penetrating the claustrophobic environment with a reinvigorating aroma,
If there was water on feathers of the majestic peacock; it had the potential to circulate waves of rhapsody even in the veins of a dying man; when the bird unfurled its wings to a complete blossom,
If there was water on soiled cloth; incorrigible stains would be indiscriminately exonerated; and the fabric would now resemble an impeccable white,
If there was water on the serrated skin of chameleon; it would appear more
rubicund while wandering indefatigably through the bushes,
And If there was water on the inverted eyelashes of my beloved; she would look
like a Goddess bathed in exquisite gold,
And let me tell you friends it was very easy for us to unflinchingly achieve
the above mentioned; if only we learnt to save and judiciously preserve water,
As its every droplet is inevitably worth a million; for it is the source of all life beside us; an indispensable fuel to rejuvenate the depleted reservoir of our energy; water is precious.

I consumed a meal consisting of crushed chili with poignant fillings of snake brown pepper,
immediately felt the urge to gulp a can full of water.

i abruptly got up from the vigils of sleep; to eructate my inflated bowels,
instantaneously felt the need for gallons of water.

i noticed corrugated blotches of stain sprawling wildly on my car windshield,
prompting me to spray it clean with refined globules of water.

i jogged incessantly through undulating landscapes of the rocky terrain,
felt appeasingly relaxed after sipping crystal water from the monsoon springs.

i woke with terrified jolts; envisaging a horrendous dream,
recieved instant gratification as i drank colossal pints of flavored water.

i scribbled painstakingly obnoxious pages of the annual exam papers,
reclined back on my rocking chair drowned in colossal pools of coconut water.

i tresspassed through arid regions of the sahara desert,
intermittently wetting my tongue with infinitesimal amounts of water.

i percieved utter desolation enveloping my demeanour,
chivalrously swallowed herculean streams of melon water,
to relinquish the memory of my departed beloved.

i felt epidemic fever circulate through entangled capillaries of my body,
flooded my belly with marathon oceans of water to swipe off the deadly
infection.

i felt stinging pangs of acrimonious heat strike me in the peak of summer,
felt as if floating in paradise; minutes after drinking farm fresh sugarcane water.

i knew deep inside; that i could live without food for days on the trot,
but to remain divested of ground water even for more than an hour was disconcertingly impossible.

Wasn’t it incredibly strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to tawdrily abuse; ghastily desecrate the fabric of impeccability to the most unprecedented limits?

Wasn’t it astoundingly strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to filthily spit; ignominiously taint the spotless cradle of earth; with insouciantly foul saliva?

Wasn’t it unbelievably strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to abhorrently curse; cadaverously meting out your
personal frustration upon another of the Lord’s superior living being?

Wasn’t it inexplicably strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to lugubriously yawn; permeate a civilization of slandering laziness into every conceivable bit of the atmosphere; thereby?

Wasn’t it unsurpassably strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to fervently lick dirt; in order to mollify the insurmountable whirlpool of perverted fantasy that rampantly circulated in your brain?

Wasn’t it limitlessly strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to blurt incoherently fetid balderdash; crippling every form of beauty and ecstatic life with your insanely meaningless talk?

Wasn’t it unceasingly strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to uncouthly gobble the most innocuous of living organisms; augmenting to the ultimate crescendo of sadistic pleasure as you knifed through innocent flesh and bone?

Wasn’t it inexhaustibly strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to deliriously gape at even the most infinitesimal trace of naked skin; at innocent boys and girls; half your age?

Wasn’t it unfathomably strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to indiscriminately scream your lungs out; not perturbed the tiniest by the uncontrollably bleeding eardrums of the newborn infant sleeping right in your arms?

Wasn’t it uncannily strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to proclaim irrefutably ultimate death to a truthful living being; bound by several political constraints when you were the judge?

Wasn’t it interminably strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to mercilessly ridicule all those bereaved old men and
women; blowing them like frigid matchsticks with your profusely alcoholic breath?

Wasn’t it incomprehensibly strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to disgustingly challenge every form of
spell binding righteousness; spin unstoppable webs of maliciously manipulative drudgery?

Wasn’t it indefatigably strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to command the haplessly infirm to deplorably slave for you; forever remain crushed under your unabashedly bohemian foot; whilst you
sky-rocketed to the epitome of Everest?

Wasn’t it stupendously strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to doggedly rebuke your very own invincibly venerated
parents; squandering every bit of their hard earned riches; on your idiosyncratic desires; vixen and bawdy wine?

Wasn’t it tirelessly strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to wretchedly exploit the honest with your glib tongue; and then spuriously proclaim that as the spirit of “Survival of the Fittest”?

Wasn’t it intolerably strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to inhale severely contaminated prejudice; whilst ominously roaming through the lanes of robotically lame commercialism?

Wasn’t it unspeakably strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to spell; announce and expatiate upon the meaning of
worthless “Death”; wherein the true essence of existence lay profoundly perpetual in sensuous breath?

Wasn’t it unlimitedly strange; that you used the same mouth; perhaps an infinite times in a single lifetime; to wholesomely crucify the Sun of optimism in every righteous eyeball; with your words of wantonly opprobrious negativity?

Yes; that very same pristine orifice of pink; that very same beautiful mouth; which you didn’t perhaps; but definitely used an infinite times in a single lifetime; whilst awake as well as sleeping; to speak; idolize; worship; the name of your unassailably
Omnipresent Creator.

Wasn’t it better to give those left over chunks of dough to the stray dogs on the street; rather than pugnaciously stuffing them into the heart of the dolorously fetid dustbin?

Wasn’t it better to use those extravagantly superfluous ingredients of your wealth to enlighten the lives of all those inexplicably impoverished; rather than spuriously abandoning them to increase the weight of gold in your bathroom chair?

Wasn’t it better to mold those pieces of sordid rubber to cushion some destitute scalp; rather than winding them pretentiously to make them your pompous pet cat’s string?

Wasn’t it better to marvelously share the bountiful beauty of your garden with the tyrannically famished Universe outside; rather than ruthlessly incarcerate
the flowers to be your sanctimonious bedroom delights?

Wasn’t it better to philanthropically donate your blood to all those gruesomely debilitated; rather than indiscriminately burning it in a world of satanically
manipulative lechery?

Wasn’t it better to uninhibitedly about all gorgeously ebullient beauty of this colossal planet; rather than insipidly wasting the dormitories of your fertile
brain to the web of insanely cold-blooded drudgery?

Wasn’t it better to enchantingly deluge the lives of countless disastrously orphaned with the melody in your heavenly voice; rather than uncouthly expurgating it only for irate abuse?

Wasn’t it better to Omnisciently donate your eyes after you relinquished your last iota of breath; rather than allowing them to horrendously decay infinite feet beneath your veritable grave?

Wasn’t it better to embrace uncontrollably shivering organisms in the swirl of your compassionately invincible chest; rather than diabolically pulverizing
innocent bones with its Herculean strength?

Wasn’t it better to sagaciously utilize your knowledge to blissfully enlighten the haplessly illiterate; rather than malignantly drifting it to evolve bombs; which could mercilessly devastate the entire living kind?

Wasn’t it better to allow your enchantingly shimmering shadow to celestially rejuvenate bizarrely frazzled human kind; rather than lugubriously blending with the realms of meaningless hell?

Wasn’t it better to tirelessly admire the astronomically aristocratic beauty of this
unsurpassably regale Universe with each of your senses; rather satanically dictating them to parasitically suck immaculate blood?
Wasn’t it better to admirably use your robust shoulders to hoist unfortunate urchins and make them ecstatically fly; rather than disgustingly shrug them
towards the very entities; who gave you miraculous birth?

Wasn’t it better to amiably spend your spare moments in the company of those penuriously bereaved who needed you the most; rather than drain them like a
lackluster skeleton in the corpse of sleazily adulterated wine?

Wasn’t it better to speak the irrefutably unconquerable just once; rather than indefatigably hide your ludicrously trembling skin; under the curtain of a boundless derogatory lies?

Wasn’t it better to eternally use your lips to kiss the fragrance of everlasting humanity; rather than criminally bite all with abominably proliferating hatred?

Wasn’t it better to impart all your short clothes to those existing beneath the preposterously mortifying poverty line; rather than torch them in a bonfire to
worthlessly tingle; your already opulent night?

Wasn’t it better to Omnipresently utilize those extra puffs of your breath to revive the morbidly dying; rather than trying to impossibly store them in your
lungs; in the baseless hope of surviving a countless more lives?

And wasn’t it better to uninhibitedly free the beats of your heart to bond with their immortal soul mate; rather than clinically imprisoning them in the center
of your chest; in the feckless fear that you might lose them?

Crisp cotton shirt had developed stains of spilled coffee,
parallel velvet tie was coated with grease,
white spun vests resembled coal tar dustcloth,
flower embossed handkerchief smelt like rotten fish,
massive piles of square bedsheet showed blotches of saffron oil,
a heap of bandages contained liquefied yellow pus,
wrinkle free trousers had fresh traces of sea mud,
infinite pair of woolen socks lay like decayed brown,
triangular head caps were submerged in streaks of violet sweat,
plush upholstery covers showed smudges of wet muddy feet,
the colossal mansion was in a complete mess,
with dirt converging in animosity on every visible piece of clean cloth.

i took bulky amounts of carbolic powder,
several tablets of rough textured soap,
compact biscuits of chemically charged detergent,
blended the concoction of soap and powder granule,
in a deep tank containing crystal ground water,
stirred elastic walls of the solvent with a wooden bat,
creating gargantuan amount of pungent soapy froth,
dissolved the tonnes of soiled dirt cloth,
way down in the dark slimy interiors of my ever reliable hexagonal washing tank

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every droplet of my euphorically mesmerizing sweat; and she on the other hand torturously evaporated every ounce of happiness from my life; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my celestially euphoric smiles; and she on the other hand made me unjustly cry
a countless tears of murderous hell; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every stream of my quintessentially life-bestowing blood; and she on the other hand in humanitarianly buried me under a fathomless graveyard of her meaningless deliriousness; even an
infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every triumphantly rhapsodic fantasy of mine; and she on the other hand metamorphosed every treasured moment of mine into the most diabolically asphyxiating of nightmare; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every ingredient of my untamed sensuality; and she on the other hand heartlessly castrated me of all my virility and vitality; right in the center of the boisterous street; even an infinite
years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my pricelessly untainted adventure; and she on the other hand devilishly incarcerated me in the prisons of her hedonistic sadism; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my inimitably seductive whisper; and she on the other hand yelled a boundless
volley of abuses at me for no ostensible reason or rhyme; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every element of my altruistically infallible philanthropism; and she on the other hand criminally cremated the last bone of my spine alive; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my royally resplendent destiny line; and she on the other hand made me sacrilegiously beg on the sordidly deplorable and orphaned streets; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every line of my perennially compassionate poetry; and she on the other hand blew me away like an obliviously fictitious speck in her spuriously lecherous cigar smoke; even an infinite
years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every poignantly enthralling sound that I heard; and she on the other hand truculently numbed each of my senses with her unrelentingly tyrannical wickedness; even an infinite years after we
got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every benevolent word that I uttered; and she on the other hand venomously snapped my tongue
into an innumerable halves as I was solely praising her; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every molecule of my peerlessly invincible strength; and she on the other hand guffawed her heart out after insouciantly excoriating my hide and feeding it to stray pigs; even an infinite
years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every timelessly reinvigorated goose-bump on my flesh; and she on the other hand maniacally dumped me under the most robotically fetid of junkyards; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every artistic fragrance that radiated from my nerves; and she on the other hand ruthlessly
trounced and kicked me through the corpses of devastating prejudice; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every ray of my truthfully emollient soul; and she on the other hand mercilessly torched every pore of my body with the disparaging hell of lies; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every vein of my pricelessly undefeated life; and she on the other hand left me to cadaverously shudder and die; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my unconquerably iridescent breath; and she on the other hand gave me the most
worthlessly despicable death at her very own hands; even an infinite years after we got married?

And was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every beat of my passionately immortal heart; and she on the other hand smooched and mated
for times immemorial with another man right infront of my own eyes; even an infinite years after we got married?

Was it his fault; that he was born horrendously blind; witnessing nothing but remorsefully crippling darkness; since the very first cry of innocuous birth?

Was it his fault; that he was born gruesomely maimed; deplorably staggering into a valley of insipid nothingness; never able to confront the Sun face-on?

Was it his fault; that he was born preposterously deaf; unknowingly smiling towards the graveyards of extinction; while his tortured kin shouted their voices hoarse; for instantaneous help?

Was it his fault; that he was born with abhorrent mental disorders; remaining as stoical as a decaying leaf; even though the planet abreast him unfurled into an unfathomable entrenchment of panoramically blissful newness?

Was it his fault; that he was born disdainfully dumb; not able to express even the most poignantly fulminating of his desires; as unsurpassable rivers of priceless blood rolled down his nimble cheeks?

Was it his fault; that he was born treacherously orphaned; with the most fantastic days of his childhood being evolved in the realms of the fetidly threadbare dustbin; while children of his age floated through castles of celestial honey?

Was it his fault; that he was born ludicrously jointed at the skull with his twin brother; with every minute of resplendent life feeling more lecherously sordid than the coffins of death; as he winced every moment in agonizingly traumatized pain?

Was it his fault; that he was born with disastrously proliferating tumor in his head; an untamed volcano of misery that kept augmenting more thunderously than white lightening in sky; even as toddlers of his age relentlessly embraced the clouds of uncontrollable euphoria?

Was it his fault; that he was born in the gutters of abominable poverty; with all that he ever got to devour being infinitesimal left overs of bread; that the dogs of the rich had abysmally abandoned?

Was it his fault; that he was born to a bawdily adulterated father; who fed him insurmountable waterfalls of venomous wine; everytime that he demanded for immaculately sacrosanct milk?

Was it his fault; that he was born ridiculously stammering; pathetically stuttering at each word he attempted to speak; while others of his age; melodiously blended with all spell-bindingly enchanting rhyme?
Was it his fault; that the was born worthlessly lynched; being enshrouded by a ghastly incapability of not procreating his progeny; while the planet astoundingly culminated into a boundless shades of colors outside?

Was it his fault; that he was born inconspicuously midget; mushrooming into only size of a pea at adulthood; while infinite of his compatriots stood as tall as the invincible mountain chimes?

Was it his fault; that he was born as black as feckless charcoal; with even the most flamboyantly scintillating mirrors; gorily shattering into invisible ash; at even the most capricious of his reflection?

Was it his fault; that he was born with the voice of cacophonic crow; with even the most tenaciously Herculean of entities preferring to die; rather than listen to the tunes which emanated form his incongruous throat?

Was it his fault; that he was born dolorously hunchbacked; assiduously struggling with the weight of his lackadaisically doubled body; while even the criminally blood sucking vultures had been endowed a right to uninhibitedly fly in the fathomless sky?

O! Yes; But it was certainly his fault to be born amidst you all; because you were the ones who made him tirelessly realize that he was brutally deprived; although you possessed all of the above;

You were the ones who not only languished in the aisles of catigatingly castrated malice; who not only cribbed and cried even after being gifted with such a
wonderful birth; who not only jeered at the inevitabilities of mesmerizing creation; but sardonically ensured that there cropped countless more of his kind.

He held me solidly in his egalitarian palms; sometimes making me almost strangulate for mouthfuls of inevitable breath,

He caressed me every now and then on the cold ground; let beads of his passionate sweat dribble down my persona with nonchalant ease,

He raised me in exuberance towards the glittering blanket of stars; incessantly narrating mystical tales of this Universe to the flurry of innocuous children,

He dug inconspicuous holes with my mouth trudging soft soil; embossing intriguing shapes in the mud to amuse the dormant compartments of his weary mind,

He danced with tears of euphoria pouring down his cheeks; waving me in placid sheets of air; as he nostalgically reminisced the days when he was a cheeky child,

He banged me boundless number of times in ghastly darkness; endeavoring his best to gain an upper hand over the diabolically satanic night,

He flamboyantly marched clutching me with authority to his wrinkled fingers; attending to the battalion of alien delegates with astronomically stoical ease and
inherent charm,

He polished me ardently with the most stupendous quality of wax; painted me in a festoon of vivaciously gaudy color to match his every dress,

He starved me to unprecedented limits; with the only meal that I saliently cherished being the compassionate bellow of warmth imparted by his magical hands,

He swung me violently in all directions when attacked; defending his divinely countenance with the formidable tenacity in my body,

He fidgeted indefatigably with my nose; cuddling and scratching me rampantly when confronted with disdainful bouts of perpetual boredom,

He kept me bereft of the tiniest of cloth; left me shivering with the austere winds slapping me ruthlessly at all quarters; as he silently snored in his afternoon nap,

He occasionally placed me over his colossal ocean of personal belongings; which had taken an entire lifetime for him to perseveringly amass,

He inverted my body every now and again; mischievously smiling with his lips outstretched; as I insatiably cried to once again come back up,
He sometimes inadvertently forgot to carry me; but soon realized my overwhelming importance; as fate made him stumble down on every unveiling step,

He carried me on his head time and again to replicate a circus clown; propel all in vicinity to thunderously laugh till they fell in dreary exhaustion,

He many a moment called me by the names he adored; kissing me gently on my nape as people around him had long gone,

He grasped me the first thing as he awoke at the crack of ethereal dawn; even before he advanced on his journey to the rustic lavatory,

My master was a complete hundred years of age; and for him I wasn’t just a mere walking stick; but a thing he kept close to his dwindling chest all day and night; an object he considered the most cherished to his everlastingly youthful heart; a sword that would protect him from the uncouth world; just as he was
about to utter his last shout.

When I sighted her from the absolute summit of the densely foliated tree; initially she appeared like the most magnificent fruit of Almighty’s creation; nimbly swishing her arms under the gloriously fading light,
Although the ungainly distance subdued her brilliantly royal features an inconspicuous trifle; and her divinely contours; soon faded from my vision into an
alluring mirage; as she disappeared in entirety behind the ethereal horizons.

When I sighted her from the resplendently milky island of moon; initially she appeared to be a tantalizing seductress; dancing uninhibitedly under the mystically
gorgeous shine,
Although the murky light obfuscated her perpetual imagery an inconspicuous trifle; and her magnanimous visage; soon faded from my vision into a seductive shadow; as she inscrutably vanished in the wilderness of the rampant night.

When I sighted her from the flamboyantly scintillating mountaintop; initially she appeared to be a blazing fireball of magnetism; inevitably attracting even the
most remotely alien in her spell binding swirl,
Although the austerely stringent glare overshadowed her marvelous trajectory an inconspicuous trifle; and her marvelous march towards triumph; soon faded from
my vision into a languid siesta; as the sun transiently went behind the crimson clouds.

When I sighted her from the fabulously sandy whirlpools; initially she appeared to be a princess freshly descended from the heavens; aristocratically inundating the pathetic atmosphere around with the insatiable artistry in her voluptuous eyes,
Although the dust surpassed her piquantly poignant body an inconspicuous trifle; and her stupendously invincible aura; soon faded from my vision into a rapidly fleeting image; as winds of murkiness overtook the fiery light.

When I sighted her from the heart of the ravishing ocean; initially she appeared to be the most boisterous tangy soul on this Universe; gyrating in untamed ecstasy under a cloud cover of exuberant happiness,
Although the surreptitious froth camouflaged her charming smiles an inconspicuous trifle; and her celestially delectable aura; soon faded from my vision into a frigid layer of nothingness; as the tumblers of water crashed against the coldblooded rocks.

When I sighted her from the fathomless expanse of rhapsodic sky; initially she appeared to float like an overwhelmingly charismatic fairy; enchanting even the
most dreariest of dying life; with the supreme Omnipotence in her benign stride,
Although the pertinently hovering mists obliterated her philanthropic goodness an inconspicuous trifle; and her formidably relentless fantasy; soon faded from my vision into a hazy fog; as cloudbursts of rain started to ferociously pelt down.
When I sighted her from beneath an avalanche of scintillating ice; initially she appeared to be an intricately alluring doll; harmoniously singing the most melodious tunes of holistic survival,
Although the enshrouding whiteness sequestered her wholesome beauty an inconspicuous trifle; and her captivatingly compassionate embrace; soon faded from
my vision into a whirlwind of inscrutable baselessness; as snow melted in sweltering afternoon sunshine.

When I sighted her from amidst the garden of incredulously titillating roses; initially she appeared to disseminate the fragrance of humanity; peace and impregnable brotherhood; to the most fathomless quarter of this boundlessly unending
Universe,
Although the blanket of invidiously extruding thorns shielded her ingratiating charm an inconspicuous trifle; and her immaculately divine destiny; soon faded from my vision into an ephemerally tingling memory; as the winds of intransigently unrelenting
autumn tumultuously took over; with their excoriating toll.

But eventually when I sighted her from the inner most dormitories of my heart; initially she appeared to be the sole queen of my impoverishedly devastated heart,
And this time she remained immortally blended as my breath; my body; my conscience; my soul; even as I indefatigably kept walking an infinite times between
corridors of blissful life; and diabolically ghastly death.