Indian Poet Nikhil Parekh

The road appeared to be nervously slithering stretch of non-chalant Black,
Why not paint its surface with sparkling paint of majestic black, perpetuate its haplessly chapped periphery with the goodness of nourishing tar curry and handsome soot.

The chair inexorably creaked at the tiniest of weight straddling it; limping in gruesome disdain as if it would collapse any moment,
Why not reinforce its languidly decrepit body with screws and shiny nails, spray its exteriors and intricate interiors with that much needed coat of lubricant oil.

The computer miserably stuttered; fumbled; squandered and shut down almost immediately after starting it; unable to bear the weight of a battalion of programs and
files installed,
Why not install the most ingenious of anti virus available in the contemporary planet
today; and then witness it bouncing back to life with uninhibited gusto and impeccable charm.

The walls nervously trembled at the tiniest draught of wind; in bizarre circumspection of whether ever would they witness another fresh optimistic dawn,
Why not invincibly strengthen them with handsomely blended cement and mortar, so that they became a bountiful fortress of vitality against the most obnoxious of enemy attack.

The fragment of kite paper flagrantly fretted and fumed as the string attached to it; kept tearing it all the more; every now and again as it tried to gain altitude,
Why not agglutinate its torn ends with wondrously poignant glue, and then let it fly
unabashedly high as you tugged its thread; in misty blue currents of the royally enamoring sky.

The gaudily striped shirt resembled a shabbily attired gutter pipe; with holes of every possible dimension besmirching its innocuous silhouette like a dreadfully salacious
parasite,
Why not make the best use of needle and articulate white thread, stitch every gaping
incongruity to perfection and then wear the same cloth – now befitting to be worn
by an undefeated prince.

The mirror reflected back a distorted heap of remorsefully mangled junk, as its body
was shattered into incongruous recesses of nothingness with passing years of neglect
and street urchins hurling many a stray stone,
Why not replace it with a dazzling new glass of crystal contentment – so that it not only retained its own inimitable integrity but also displayed the candid truth infront of it.
The once upon a time King-sized and plush mahogany table now staggered towards
grotesque ruination – with a layer of incorrigible dust destructively maligning its surface; legs; bottom and sides,
Why not take gargantuan swathes of coarse cloth – profoundly dip the same into a tub of stringent detergent soap – and then use the same to vigorously clean; so that the table was used for royal dinner and meeting up dignitaries from all walks of life.

The quaint scooter broke many a sturdy shoe – as it simply denied to start even after
exerting Herculean pressure and persistence upon its scraggily dilapidated pedal
and engine,
Why not give it for routine servicing and repair – which’d ensure it exuberantly surged forward like a rocket – and spared many impoverished pockets the ignominy of buying new footwear.

The television remote lay sulking in a sultry corner of the household – having just been tagged as an ‘ idiot good for nothing’ – banged out of sight as it refrained from
changing the entertainment channels – which had become such an integral part of
today’s life,
Why not insert a pair of vibrantly fresh batteries into it – and then witness it become the darling of everyone – including the corporate honcho who kept it tucked tightly beside his pillow alongwith his mobile.

The pen vindictively tore almost a sheaf of brand new printer paper; without even
embossing a word – at the end finding itself into the dustbin – which would eventually be emptied into bits of asymmetrical nothingness,
Why not adorn it with a new nib and cap to prevent it from drying when it was needed the most – and then witness it pen down the most astoundingly brilliant lines of love poetry; for lovers and friends, alike.

The blackboard looked abominably dirty and a reproachful mess – with students of all classes and sizes instantaneously shunting it; resorting to the cooler and rejuvenating confines of the canteen instead,
Why not get the duster and some plain water – scrub it thoroughly from all sides – so
that it resembled a freshly laden track – awaiting to be tread.

The matchstick simply didn’t muster the guts to alight into a flame – as it found itself
abusively hurled into the soggiest corner of trashcan by its impatient master,
Why not compassionately pick it up – completely dry the corners of its matchbox whose wetness were preventing it from catching fire – and then watch it setting the frigid darkness ablaze with its charismatically fiery flame.

As if your doing all of this goodness – mattered even an insouciant trifle to all of these non-living objects such as the – ‘road’, ‘chair’, ‘computer’, ‘walls’, ‘kite-paper’, ‘shirt’, ‘mirror’, ‘table’, ‘scooter’, ‘television remote’, ‘pen’, ‘blackboard’, ‘matchstick’ – described above and several of such other non-living objects that strike your
imagination impromptu, as of now,

For these objects didn’t have the slightest of life – and though it’d be good if you found time to refurbish and resurrect them if they broke – it wouldn’t stir any emotion in them at all – since they were dead and would remain dead,

But what would truly make a difference and would bring about a revolution in mortal
existence – is your being good; kind; lovable, religiously tolerant, truthful and humanitarian in your natural capacity with those humans ‘Living’ around you – to bond in the religion of humanity.

True satisfaction lies in feeding the devastatingly deprived; not in ruthlessly snatching the last morsel of food from their pathetically starved stomachs; just to tantalize your spuriously non-existent buds of baseless taste,

True satisfaction lies in educating the ludicrously illiterate; not in barbarically extricating their last iota of discerning consciousness; just to meaninglessly tingle the soles of your; sordidly treacherous feet,

True satisfaction lies in uplifting the disastrously maimed to the ultimate destination of their choice; not in savagely excoriating the mercurial conglomerate of flesh and bone on their staggering body; just to uselessly placate your skin; with
bombastic warmth,

True satisfaction lies in philanthropically assisting the blind to cross the rambunctious street; not in invidiously climbing over their hapless shoulders; just in order to meet your boss on the other side; before your manipulative colleague could,

True satisfaction lies in becoming the profuse source of sound for the unfathomably deaf; not in ecstatically occupying their horrifically debilitated eardrum; just in order to profoundly mystify your commercial senses; with the carpet of darkness inside,

True satisfaction lies in speaking vociferously for the horrendously dumb; not in insidiously maneuvering their innocence towards the diabolical gallows; just in order to save your murderously stinking life,

True satisfaction lies in rescuing the innocuously orphaned infant drowning uncontrollably in the satanic waters; not in using his impeccable countenance as a lifeboat; just in order to reach invincibly to the other side of the; gloriously shimmering shores,

True satisfaction lies in placating the dreadfully dreary senses of a fatigued traveler; not in perennially resting and parasitically feasting on his wavering shadow; just to pacify the already supremely satisfied elements in his blood,

True satisfaction lies in sowing seeds of invincible peace in resplendent soil; not in mercilessly massacring fathomless forests of beauty with swords of heinous corruption; just in order to embellish your pompous castles; with biscuits of
extra silver,

True satisfaction lies in; marvelously becoming the voice of the tyrannically molested; not in ominously snatching every word before it even crept up their nimble throat; just to be thunderously heard; by all powerhouses and kingdoms in the world; alike,
True satisfaction lies in; benevolently embracing all those old and despondently struggling; not in satanically plucking out the tender hair from their witheringly fragile bodies; just in order to fill in the bald portions of your; inconspicuously frigid wig,

True satisfaction lies in; enveloping all those uncouthly trembling in bizarre cold in blankets of eternally mesmerizing humanity; not in parasitically sucking even the most infinitesimal droplet of poignant blood from their body; just in order to fill in your empty glasses of solitude,

True satisfaction lies in; disseminating unprecedented happiness in all those despicable hutments besieged with inexplicable gloom; not in extinguishing the slim
flames of hope in their interiors; just in order to illuminate your disgustingly sleazy world; of ghastly lechery and crime,

True satisfaction lies in; uninhibitedly freeing all those savagely incarcerated in chains of treachery; not in tumultuously inflicting all your frustration of the day upon their miserably diminutive caricatures; just in order to spuriously relax the surplus tension;
in your overwhelming agitated nerves and bones,

True satisfaction lies in; incessantly endeavoring to coalesce all discriminating religions into the immortally impregnable religion of humanity; not in perpetuating malicious feuds in civilizations melanged with symbiotic solidarity; just to snobbishly appease your taste buds; at the sight of viciously raining blood,

True satisfaction lies in; indefatigably marching on the invincible pathways of benign unity; not in maliciously shattering the fortress of mankind; just to impart that baseless bit of extra reinvigoration; to your foundations of non-existent prejudice,

True satisfaction lies in; astoundingly proliferating newness to synergistically continue God’s chapter of priceless existence; not in venomously annihilating the innocuously divine; just in order to pugnaciously survive; for a countless more lifetimes,

True satisfaction lies in; benevolently sacrificing every iota of rhapsodic breath to nourish unequivocally spell binding goodness; not in sinfully burying a robustly sparkling organism infinite kilometers beneath drab soil; just in order to stand
with laughably meticulous precision; upon your own dwindling feet,

And true satisfaction lies in; perpetually bonding broken hearts all across the fabulously fathomless Universe; not in malevolently stealing passionately palpitating beats with gay abandon; just in order to keep your body; pathetically and
forever alive.

True silence is when you; profusely concentrated for hours immemorial on the mystically lingering voice of your righteous conscience,

True adolescence is when you; start feeling that you were no longer that immaculate child frolicking once upon a time; in the sacrosanct lap of your mother,

True perseverance is when you; work unflinchingly under sweltering rays of the Sun; earn your bread at the cost of your blood; amidst a pack of hostile wolves,

True effervescence is when you; voraciously splash both your hands and feet in euphorically swirling and tangy ocean water,

True diligence is when you; remain committed to your mission; even after it was successfully completed,

True obeisance is when you; humbly bow down before the people you revere; wholesomely shrugging all your pompously inflated mountain of pretentions,

True penance is when you; feel really sorry from the inner most realms of the soul; are ready to do anything to rectify your horrifically treacherous sins,

True benevolence is when you; philanthropically donate to your fellow compatriots in inexplicable pain; even you are shivering on the tenterhooks of abrupt extinction,

True disturbance is when you; keep murmuring something irascibly pertinent under your breath; while the other person is trying to profoundly emphasize upon his
point of view,

True pretence is when you; act like an irrefutably unconquerable king; even when you didn’t posses the capacity to hear your own voice,

True reverence is when you; insurmountably cherish the memories of your beloved; even countless centuries after their death,

True cadence is when you; rhythmically measure every beat you sing; to the most astronomical degree of perfection with the melodious wind,

True malevolence is when you; hate a person to the most unprecedented limits; even in your ethereally fading nocturnal dreams,

True vengeance is when you; take infinite births to take revenge from the person who traumatized you; if at all this birth proved futile,
True fragrance is when you; profusely smelt the exotically blossoming lotus; let its redolence altruistically diffuse in every corner of this Universe,

True prudence is when you; contemplated to the fullest capacity of your ingeniously god gifted mind; were able to perceive beyond the most fathomless of times,

True renaissance is when you; intrepidly motivated your entire country to rise against the lecherously evil; annihilate even the most tiniest trace of heinous evil from the belly of mother earth,

True distance is when you; inevitably cant bond with the love of your life; even when you lived just whisker lengths of breath away,

True existence is when you; lead each day of unveiling life to its absolute fullest; instilled the same wave of palpably exuberant life in each of your fellow human beings,

And true romance is when you; could do anything for the person whom you loved on this planet; stand beside her even when she was about to enter her grace and you
still had countless more births destined of precious life.

Until and Unless you don’t open your agglutinated eyes; you just wont be
able to sight even an infinitesimal iota of Nature’s panoramically fathomless beauty; the mists of bewitching enchantment profusely inundating the atmosphere all around,

Until and Unless you don’t open your Spartan lips; you just wont be able to
utter even the most ethereally nonchalant of sound; flood the dolorously morbid ambience around; with unbelievably spell-binding melody,

Until and Unless you don’t open your dogmatic stomach; you just wont be able to accommodate even the most obsoletely feckless ingredient of food; stupendously relish the unsurpassably pristine fruits of Nature divine,

Until and Unless you don’t open your clenched fists; you just wont be able to profoundly enjoy the exuberantly drifting breeze; feel the untamed exhilaration of fantastically rhapsodic air upon your lines of inevitable destiny,

Until and Unless you don’t open your incorrigble hips; you just wont be able
to symbiotically defecate even a fugitive iota of the unfathomable trash; miserably asphyxiating and rotting in the walls of your holistic intestine,

Until and Unless you don’t open your stony ears; you just wont be able to decipher even the most transiently conspicuous of voice; wholesomely shunting yourself from the fabulously blessed decibels of synergistic worldliness,

Until and Unless you don’t open your intransigent cheeks; you just wont be able to blow the bountifully stupefying whistle; permeate every cranny of mother earth with incredulously ebullient sound,

Until and Unless you don’t open your vindictive conscience; you just wont be
able to assimilate even a globule of irrefutably infallible truth; holistically imbibe the unconquerably emollient principles of humanity,

Until and Unless you don’t open your quagmire brain; you just wont be able to fantasize beyond the monotonously ordinary; uninhibitedly dance in the wisps of unbelievably ecstatic and silken paradise,

Until and Unless you don’t open your indignant toes; you just wont be able to astoundingly relax; let even the most vespered of your senses blend with the winds of fantastically rejuvenating tranquility,

Until and Unless you don’t open your incarcerated inhibitions; you just wont
be able to perennially evolve; unassailably coalesce even the most the dwindling of your nerves with the heavens of miraculously ameliorating artistry,

Until and Unless you don’t open your irrevocable veins; you just wont be able to ubiquitously mélange every droplet of your blessed blood; with every caste; creed; tribe and race effulgently alive,

Until and Unless you don’t open your mechanized hair; you just wont be able
to intrepidly adventure; let even the most forlornly livid of your wishes become an eternal petal of the exhilarating atmosphere,

Until and Unless you don’t open your thwarted throat; you just wont be able to tantalizingly sip the most exotically ravishing sips of water; serenade the devastated crannies of your neck with the most vivacious elixir of life,

Until and Unless you don’t open your entrapped muscles; you just wont be unflinchingly defend your diminutively impoverished persona; blossom into a
wall of righteously fortified self-defense,

Until and Unless you don’t open your robotic shoulders; you just wont be able to wonderfully reach out to every echelon of humanity; timelessly mitigate and altruistically hoist countless deprived orphans towards their ultimate destination in life,

Until and Unless you don’t open your strangulated armpits; you just wont be
able to feel the redolent trail of perseverance dribble down your body; golden globules of your hard-earned sweat make you feel more invincibly closer to the most humanitarianly blessed mission in life,

Until and Unless you don’t open your imprisoned nostrils; you just wont be
able to lead even an obfuscated trifle of enigmatic life; eternally rejoice in the Omnipotent supremacy of undefeatably charismatic creation,

But irrespective of whether you opened your heart the slightest in your chest or not; the true love of your destiny inevitably comes searching for you from even the most dying realms of infinite infinity; to unabashedly and immortally bond with every beat of your Omnipresently blessed existence.

It was sweeter than the supremely sweet chocolate candy,
It was more pungent than fresh slices of green chili,
It was shriller than the mesmerizing chirping of jungle nightingale,
It was more captivating than a thoroughly animated game of cricket,
It was darker than the most opalescent of pastel color,
Its sting was infinite times more than austerely venomous beetle,
It was more obdurate than the strongest piece of rotund stone,
It was denser than the bountiful bunch of hair riveted to scalp,
It was more transparent than the most scintillating of pellucid glass,
It was thornier than the bushiest of desert cactus,
It was more sparkling than the most polished of marble floor,
It was cooler; than the most efficacious of air-conditioner,
It was saltier than the saline waves radiating from the persona of colossal ocean,
It was crisper than the most poignant of edible biscuit,
It was brighter than the golden rays of the brilliantly dazzling Sun,
It was more fragrant than the tantalizingly aromatic crimson rose,
It was more picturesque than sprawling mountain ranges embossed with perennial
foliage,
It was more flexible than the most malleable of tree rubber,
It was whiter than the purest of pearly cow milk,
It was more vociferous than the thunderous waterfall colliding with jagged rock,
It was more stringent than the teacher slashing an innocuous student with a leather cane,
It was softer than the satiny quilt stuffed with loads of flocculent cotton,
It was more sharp than the acerbic edges of broken glass,
It was sleeker than the articulately moulded race sedan,
It was more salubrious than the tastiest of consumable food,
It was more tenacious than sporadic currents of electricity traversing through
cable wires,
It was more handsome than a scrupulously embellished; pampered prince,
It was more volatile than the most radioactive of atom bomb,
It was more enigmatic than the most mystical of historical scripture,
It was more profound than the accepted axioms of contemporary science,
It was more prolific than the athlete with the most number of football goals,
It was more immaculate than the palpable heart of a life rendering mother,
It was more enticing than the most ravishing of malt whisky and Caribbean rum,
It was faster than the speed at which the aircraft sped through placid carpets of
cool air,
It was more intricate than the most coherently synchronized poetic verse,
It was more supple than the most succulent of ripened water melon,
It was more effusive than a stream of tears cascading down tender cheek,
It was more intense than scarlet blood trickling down raw wounds,
And it was more omnipotent than any offering made to the All-Mighty,
O! yes the thing; that has made me scribble infinite lines to describe,
Was none other than incorrigibly imprisoning true love

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even in the midst of the most ferociously untamed battlefield; where a zillion unflinchingly brave soldiers; were ready to shed their lives anytime for their motherland,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even in the midst of the tumultuously rattling earthquakes; which wholesomely changed the topography of this earth; with mountains and ferocious seas suddenly arising out of sheer nothingness,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even in the midst of the most revolutionary charged elections; which promised to dramatize the abysmally dwindling political scenario,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even at the ultimate summit of Mount Everest; with living bodies entirely naked; infallibly greeting the very first rays of royal dawn,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as your past; present and future were foretold; as accurately as the god’s had written it; by someone whom you were meeting for the first time in your impoverished life,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as paradise engulfed every cranny of this devastated earth today; with even the most infinitesimal monument of misery transforming itself into a sky of eternal happiness,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even in the midst of romantically stormy sea; wherein each wave carried the innermost fantasy of your soul; to perennially unite with the seductively enamoring moonlight,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as it torrentially rained for endless number of nights and days; when there was just nothing else but water; to eat; breathe; sleep and exist for every organism alive,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as unparalleled gigantic Dinosaurs ruled this earth; irrefutably perpetuating their supremacy to every perceivable cranny on the globe; nonchalantly pulverizing whosoever who dared came their way; to insipid fragments of ash,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as man reached every existing planet in the cosmos; making full and judicious use of technology; and thereby spuriously feeling as if he were just next to God,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as spiritual leaders unstoppably recited the sacrosanct religious books of every religion on earth; sermonizing the verses of God to fathomless living and dead on the planet,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as every single tree on this earth was ruthlessly felled by bawdily corrupt man; to erect unceasing jungles of corporate concrete upon the foundations of innocent natural life,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even in the midst of the most apocalyptic volcanoes; when countless territories of land and innocent man; evaporated into ludicrous oblivion; under the fury of vindictively unabashed lava,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as devilishly nomadic man; beheaded innumerable live children; sacrilegiously placing their impeccable scalps infront of the deity; in order to immortalize himself with the fabric of life,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as every mirror on the trajectory of this Universe shattered into a billion pieces; as soon as you held it infront of your face; lividly demonstrating yourself to be the most venerated superpower on planet divine,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as man sadistically sold even the carcasses of his century old and dead ancestors; digging their tombs to feed their bones and skull to the monstrously growling; witches and pigs,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as countless women unthinkably plunged themselves into burning pyres soon after their husbands; embracing voluntarily barbarous death in honor of their soul mates who were no longer alive,

No. It wasn’t created the slightest. Even as human being articulately maneuvered the nexus of almost everything in this commercial planet; on a singleton minuscule computer microchip,

Sadly, whereas it miserably failed to create the slightest in any of the above. True History was; is and shall forever be created everytime you gave the tiniest beat of your heart to others; everytime you melanged with the humanitarian spirit to survive; everytime you tried to altruistically unite the entire planet into the religion of
oneness; everytime you fell in love.

You entered my disastrously impoverished veins; which were staggering on the brink of lame extinction; like the poignantly priceless and ultimate bloodstream; of my solitary existence,

You entered my gruesomely empty palms; which were quavering towards the realms of horrendous oblivion; like the invincibly unflinching and ultimate destiny; of my bedraggled existence,

You entered my haplessly diminishing eyes; which were painstakingly wailing towards the midnight of irrevocable blackness; like the victoriously undefeated and ultimate vision; of my floundering existence,

You entered my devastatingly collapsing shoulders; which were prejudiced by the castrated onslaught of the manipulative society; like the compassionately unshakable and ultimate fortitude; of my deteriorating existence,

You entered my pathetically distorted fingers; which were maimed by brutal plagiarism all around; like the triumphantly insuperable and ultimate artistry; of my invisible existence,

You entered my ghoulishly parched throat; which was dismally stuttering like a hoarsely dying frog; like the unconquerably blissful and ultimate voice; of my dwindling existence,

You entered my deliriously estranged brain; which was ruthlessly imprisoned by nothing else but a corpse of livid meaninglessness; like the beautifully silken and ultimate fantasy; of my preposterous existence,

You entered my inexplicably thwarted ears; which were fecklessly bombarded by solely the sounds of hopelessness; like the infallibly symbiotic and ultimate sounds; of my truncated existence,

You entered my drearily beleaguered feet; which were aimlessly squandering towards the mortuaries of asphyxiating hell; like the unassailably philanthropic and ultimate mission; of my evaporating existence,

You entered my penuriously trembling chest; which was barbarously orphaned by every speck of this commercially treacherous planet; like the inimitably bountiful and ultimate savior; of my incarcerated existence,

You entered my lackadaisically amorphous lips; which were divested of the tiniest affinity since decades immemorial; like the miraculously ameliorating and ultimate smile; of my waywardly existence,

You entered my severely lambasted cheeks; which were bludgeoned left; right and unsparing center by the infinite kicks of mundane society; like the wondrously enamoring and ultimate blush; of my victimized existence,

You entered my agonizingly holocaustic soul; which was cancerously enslaved by the non-existent spirit of the rampaging devil; like the ubiquitously bounteous and ultimate divinity; of my disappearing existence,

You entered my inexplicably emaciated skin; which was horrendously frozen to the last bone of the ludicrous spine; like the magically proliferating and ultimate virility; of my condensed existence,

You entered my lugubriously flailing chin; which was wantonly leaning infront of the coffins of utterly penalizing despondency; like the unshakably brilliant and ultimate hope; of my indecipherable existence,

You entered my nervously fluttering shadow; which was the most glaring exemplification of failure on this fathomless Universe; like the brilliantly unfettered and ultimate Sun; of my ragamuffin existence,

You entered my uncannily slavering tongue; which was being rapaciously coerced to slaver for all that is sinful on this parasitic globe; like the undauntedly celestial and ultimate conviction; of my minuscule existence,

You entered my maniacally gasping nostril; which inhaled nothing else but unbearably despicable corruption on this cold-blooded earth; like the perennially blossoming and ultimate freshness; of my gaunt existence,

You entered my traumatically directionless heart; which had become wholesomely oblivious to the palpitation of unceasing desire; like the resplendently Omnipotent and ultimate friendship; of my thinning existence,

And after entering each conceivable pore and cranny of my existence;
made me yours and only yours forever; true and Immortal Lover.

I might have skittishly tossed and turned an unfathomable number of times in my impoverished life; fantastically replenishing every pore of my skin with the most majestically ingratiating of silk,
But it was only in the Omnisciently sacrosanct lap of my mother; that I blissfully closed my eyes to even the most remotest trace of obnoxious alien light; transited into eternally royal sleep.

I might have restlessly fidgeted and simmered an incomprehensible number of times in my destitute life; gloriously finding my way beneath a mountain of rhapsodic raspberry,
But it was only in the perpetually invincible lap of my mother; that I became oblivious to all unbearably manipulative drudgery of this satanic world; found the
most blessedly heavenly of sleep.

I might have uncannily groped and wandered an endless number of times in my diminutive life; engulfing my nimble persona with the most euphorically vibrant of
melody,
But it was only in the aristocratically scintillating lap of my mother; that I irrevocably shut my eardrums to all abhorrently pugnacious hostility around me; fed my soul with the bountifully benign mantra of celestial sleep.

I might have irascibly choked and meandered a countless number of times in my feckless life; entrenching my intricate countenance with the finest of spell binding artistry,
But it was only in the effulgently priceless lap of my mother; that I huddled like an unconquerably handsome prince; slept like an angel having descended from
crimson sky; for times immemorial.

I might have preposterously stumbled and trembled an insurmountable number of times in my spurious life; overwhelming every rickety bone of my body with
untamed exuberance,
But it was only in the resplendently Omnipotent lap of my mother; that I wholesomely shrugged even the most ethereal insinuation of disdainful uncertainty;
embraced the cisterns of divine sleep for centuries unprecedented.

I might have inexorably wavered and quavered an indefatigable number of times in my minuscule life; feasting even the most inconspicuous bit of my flesh in the aisles of gorgeously unprecedented luxury,
But it was only in the indomitably pristine lap of my mother; that I uninhibitedly rejoiced far away from the salacious vagaries of this estranged planet; celestially surrendered all my dreariness to mellifluously enchanting sleep.

I might have perniciously sighed and grunted a limitless number of times in my insipid life; submerging all my sinister lacklusterness in the most poignantly undulating sea,
But it was only in the vividly fascinating lap of my mother; that I felt all priceless compassion on this Universe become my unassailable reflection; and my eyes forever rolled in the cradle of unhindered sleep.

I might have miserably simpered and sulked an inconceivable number of times in my mercurial life; inundating my truculently emaciated nostrils with the most divinely rose scent,
But it was only in the sacredly Omnipresent lap of my mother; that I felt reprieve from all traumatized pain and agony; catapulted towards the skies of unendingly
gratifying sleep.

And I might have relentlessly floundered and squatted an unimaginable number of times in my fugitive life; exquisitely designing the most luxurious hammock in
the world to placate my baseless nervousness,
But it was only in the triumphantly godly lap of my mother; that I became a refreshingly discovering child once again; snuggling close to her inimitably
mesmerizing redolence and timelessly slept

truly adored its innocuous silhouette as it beautifully floated in near vicinity in the majestically cemented tub; without the tiniest of apprehension or disdainful malice,

was fantastically touched by its magnanimous and efficacious cost free service; as it befriended people of all religion; caste; creed; tribe with altruistically unparalleled aplomb,

admired its inimitably uncelebrated identity amidst a plethora of myriad contraptions; gaudy towel; aristocratically embroidered cloth; ravishing shampoo; fanciful broom; opulent jewelry strewn haphazardly around – as it overtook them in terms of its quintessential and astounding utility,

praised its rustically simpleton yet unbelievably tenacious demeanor; as it fearlessly served its master to cleanse the most sordidly fetid pores of his body – irrespective of the abominably dirty gutter pipe that deposited its decayed garbage just alongside,

tried my earnest best to grandiloquently beautify its ingredients of simplicity and impeccable charisma via poetry; so that it relished its handsomely cherished position at the world centerstage and adulatory celebrityhood,

veritably enamored; when the ecstatically versatile artist filled it with gargantuan proportions of paint and triumphant color – and then dipped paintbrush into its wonderfully replenishing interiors – to glorify the barrenness of the canvas with the colors of unfettered optimism,

honored – as its mere presence was a compassionately comforting factor amidst the bizarre solitariness of the forlorn walls; with not a person around in vicinity as the night exuberantly galloped towards early dawn,

saluted its altruistically victorious streak – wherein it so gorgeously nourished the recipient using it; and irrefutably ensured a profoundly fresh start to withstand the devastatingly torrid rat race for survival,

joyfully caressed its fabulously roughened exteriors which delectably lead the way to a protuberant handle – that I took the liberty of efficaciously placing upon the artistically extruding nail from the door,

positively deliberated upon its superbly reinvigorating benefits; silencing critics who wanted it dismissed from the abode instantaneously; on the spurious pretext of it dirtying the otherwise lavishly contemporary and royal ambiance,

unabashedly attracted towards its immaculately white and pearly complexion; which triggered me to rush from my seat and uninhibitedly embrace its philanthropic form; accept it in the wonderful fabric of camaraderie; as my friend,

used it as a robustly firm support to stand up to my full and humble height; after I had collapsed in a dismally disheveled heap; accidentally treading upon the stealthily orphaned banana skin strewn on the floor,

acquired it from the pallidly stagnating marketshelf and then pampered and scrubbed it with sensuously soft sponge; before it pompously adorned the tantalizingly dainty ledge beside the lavatory seat,

put my fists deep into its unpretentiously cozy recesses amidst the frozen chill that had descended around; impromptu – that gave me solace and meaningful substance to fantasize; dance; gallop and philosophize for goodness,

informally stored paraphernalia of various sizes and proportions in its robustly glorious hollowness; where they were safe and handsomely protected from the acrimoniously venomous pollution that vehicles were responsible for; outside,

consumed my juice; milk; lunch and dinner in it – when pugnaciously terrorizing war lambasted the fabric of truthfully inspired existence and the savage missiles fired didn’t provide an opportunity for mesmerizing family meal,

savored its incredulous use – when the man on the street spontaneously penned his myriad of righteous thoughts upon its jaggedly princely periphery; in absence of that sheet of paper that was obviously thrown into wilderness,

but I fell in love with the Tumbler when I dipped into the pail – filled it with water and then let the jubilantly exhilarating and mortal elixir cascade down my impoverished and unkempt form – making me wholesomely oblivious to the delinquently stabbing loneliness; around.

The tributaries of horrendous starvation; culminate into despairing sadness,

The tributaries of heinous malice; culminate into perpetual hatred,

The tributaries of irrefutable muteness; culminate into baseless introspection,

The tributaries of nonchalant perceptions; culminate into an island of mocking nothingness,

The tributaries of manipulatively salacious lechery; culminate into a tunnel of ghastly darkness,

The tributaries of mesmerizing fragrance; culminate into a paradise of enchanting beauty,

The tributaries of abhorrent stench; culminate into ignominiously rotting dungeons of solitude,

The tributaries of insatiable desire; culminate into a fountain of rejuvenating ecstasy,

The tributaries of intransigent conviction; culminate into the invincible summit of sweet success,

The tributaries of unrelenting fantasy; culminate into a trail of overwhelmingly ravishing seduction,

The tributaries of blissful satisfaction; culminate into fireballs of immutably exultating victory,

The tributaries of passionate art; culminate into a valley of unparalleled grandeur and stupendous enthrallment,

The tributaries of malicious discrimination; culminate into incomprehensibly deplorable corridors of satanic hell,

The tributaries of immortal unity; culminate into an impregnable fortress towering infinite kilometers above the cotton clouds,

The tributaries of retreating cowardice; culminate into the dormitories of perilously gleaming corpse; even since the first cry of fresh life,

The tributaries of blatant illiteracy; culminate into distortedly dilapidated shells of maimed existence,

The tributaries of treacherous slavery; culminate into a diabolical curse lingering for unsurpassable more births to yet unveil,

The tributaries of impeccable innocence; culminate into the ultimate heaven on the trajectory of pragmatically functioning planet,

And the tributaries of perpetual love; culminate into an everlasting relationship; to which even the greatest of Gods in the sky; bowed down too and forever blessed.