Indian Poet Nikhil Parekh

There was just one voice which could bring me triumphantly bouncing back; even from the dungeons of the most inexplicable desperation—where an infinite scorpions of viciously stabbed till many an eternity,

There was just one voice which could bring me blissfully bouncing back; even from the throes of the most chaotic riots and violent bloodshed-where a boundless innocent like me were baselessly trapped irrespective of religion; cast; color or race,

There was just one voice which could bring me spell-bindingly bouncing back; even from the mortuaries of acrimonious betrayal—where the most benign harbingers of peace were insidiously charred to raw and wanton ash,

There was just one voice which could bring me boisterously bouncing back; even from the most diabolical dungeons of solitariness—where perpetual silence dolorously incarcerated every ounce of activity,

There was just one voice which could bring me sensuously bouncing back; even from the most dreaded fields of subterfuge and slavery—where disdainful manipulation kept inexhaustibly sucking like an unconquerable leech,

There was just one voice which could bring me ecstatically bouncing back; even from the most truculently thwarted anecdotes of maniacal depression—were every step forward led only to the graveyards of bleary nothingness,

There was just one voice which could bring me euphorically bouncing back; even from the most cursedly moonless nights—where there vindictively paraded nothing else but an unceasing fleet of Witches and bemoaning ghosts,

There was just one voice which could bring me jubilantly bouncing back; even from the most perilously closing crocodile jaws—where there lingered nothing else but the coffin robe of wholesome death,

There was just one voice which could bring me unflinchingly bouncing back; even from the most unbearably sadistic gutters of cowardice-where Sunlight was endlessly ostracized and livid blackness fervently worshipped,

There was just one voice which could bring me undauntedly bouncing back; even from the most miserably asphyxiating of nightmares—where proliferation or newness immutably abhorred to survive,

There was just one voice which could bring me mellifluously bouncing back; even from the most irrevocably sinking ship-where ghastly choking to death was the only writing on every innocuous palm,

There was just one voice which could bring me vivaciously bouncing back; even from the most brutally gleaming edges of the devilish knife—where wholesome extinction precariously tottered in-between a single stroke of the sardonically grinning blade,

There was just one voice which could bring me stupendously bouncing back; even from the most torturously lambasting hell’s of the devil—where all that reigned supreme was an unending battalion of abuse and parasitic unrest,

There was just one voice which could bring me bountifully bouncing back; even from the most deplorably stagnant realms of the unsparing past—where there hovered the germs of such negativity- that crucified every instant of the optimistic present and tomorrow,

There was just one voice which could bring me poignantly bouncing back; even from the most irretrievably demonic thorns of poverty-where there existed nothing else but an unfathomably deteriorating atmosphere of devastating haplessness,

There was just one voice which could bring me merrily bouncing back; even from the most sinfully adulterated streets of prejudice—where every organism gallivanting was under a spell of blood-sucking doom,

There was just one voice which could bring me jauntily bouncing back; even from the most despondently excoriating gallows of failure—where the minutest ray of hope had abominably died already a billion years ago,

There was just one voice which could bring me exuberantly bouncing back; even from the most satanic crevices of wretched terrorism-where only the harmoniously impeccable organism had to pay the price of its life,

O! Yes; that voice was of none other but that of my divinely baby daughter ‘Kavya’; calling me ‘Daddy’ more and more passionately with every unveiling instant- till the time there existed the last draught of air in my lungs—and even an infinite centuries after I’d veritably died.

Till the time I didn’t have a dwelling of my own; I indefatigably kept craving for one in my every wish; irretrievably fantasizing about those moments when the roof above my head would be of compassionate wood; instead of the endlessly impersonal and fathomless sky,
But the instant the Omnipotent Almighty Lord gave it to me; I felt it was nothing that special; and immediately commenced to dream of a castle even better; such was the greedily goddamned parasite in me!

Till the time I didn’t have a car of my own; I tirelessly kept craving for that majestically four wheeled monster; that magnanimously blissful comfort
which would save the heels of my feet from getting wholesomely extinct,
But the instant the insuperable Almighty Lord gave it to me; I felt it was nothing that special; and immediately commenced to dream of an aircraft even better; such was the worthlessly goddamned parasite in me!

Till the time I didn’t have quintessential currency notes of my own; I irrevocably kept craving for those glorious bundles of paper; which had the power to celestially mollify my uncontrollably reverberating hunger; in the uncouth world today,
But the instant the invincible Almighty Lord gave them to me; I felt they were nothing that special; and immediately commenced to dream of a world treasury
even better; such was the frigidly goddamned parasite in me!

Till the time I didn’t have a watch of my own; I dogmatically kept craving for that exquisite designer dial; which would save me the tyranny of everytime looking at the position of the blistering Sun and ghoulish Moon,
But the instant the inimitable Almighty Lord gave it to me; I felt it was nothing that special; and immediately commenced to dream of a politically domineering clock even better; such was the meaninglessly goddamned parasite in me!

Till the time I didn’t have a bathtub of my own; I immutably kept craving for those superbly antiseptic silken foam baths; those splashes of exotically perfumed water that would save me rolling unrelentingly in the criminally unsolicited gutters,
But the instant the unparalleled Almighty Lord gave it to me; I felt it was nothing that special; and immediately commenced to dream of a limitless ocean even better; such was the insanely goddamned parasite in me!

Till the time I didn’t have a jewel of my own; I inexorably kept craving for those moments when there would an infallible twinkle on my skin; and my disdainfully tottered rags would metamorphose into the aisles of mesmerizing paradise,
But the instant the fathomless Almighty Lord gave it to me; I felt it was nothing that special; and immediately commenced to dream of a boundless rainbow even better; such was the hedonistically goddamned parasite in me!
Till the time I didn’t have an integrity of my own; I unceasingly craved for those priceless times; when I would walk with my head held high; arm in arm with
every conceivable echelon of the conventionally civilized society,
But the instant the Omnipresent Almighty Lord gave it to me; I felt it was nothing that special; and immediately commenced to dream of a perpetual heavenliness even better; such was the bizarrely goddamned parasite in me!

Till the time I didn’t have breath of my own; I intractably craved for those cherished moments; when I would inhale iridescently blessed air from the atmosphere; deluge the impoverished periphery of my strangulated lungs with triumphantly impregnable
breeze,
But the instant the Omniscient Almighty Lord gave it to me; I felt it was nothing that special; and immediately commenced to dream of a countless lives even better; such was the tawdrily goddamned parasite in me!

And Till the time I didn’t have love of my own; I unstoppably craved for those winds of unconquerable ecstasy; those heavens of immortal blessings that would transform me into the most ebullient organism alive; for infinite more births of mine,
But the instant the perennial Almighty Lord gave it to me; it was the very first time in my life when I relinquished every other craving; handsomely contented; miraculously mitigated and forever liberated; O! Yes it was the very first time in my life that the salaciously goddamned parasite in me; forever died!

The very first time in my life when I tried to catapult to the ultimate precipice of the perilously gigantic mountain; my soul uncontrollably trembled; and almost every speck of soil under my feet gave way to a coffin of amorphous nothingness,

The very first time in my life when I tried to plunge headon into the precariously undulating and untamed sea; the hair on my skin nictitated in uncanny fear; although mentally I could very well perceive that the laws of buoyancy would keep me blissfully afloat,

The very first time in my life when I attempted to walk on ground; daggerheads of inexplicably unsolicited fear penetrated me from all sides; although by the grace of God the age was now consummate enough for me to wonderfully stand,

The very first time in my life when I left my house; indescribably sordid graveyards of uncertainty unsparingly pierced my nimble spirit; although the atmosphere outside was enlightened with nothing else but celestially unending peace,

The very first time in my life when I tried to speak; the stub of tongue in my mouth felt unfathomably circumspect about the quality of sound that was about to diffuse; although the thunderous roar of natural instincts in my body; unrelentingly urged me to unfurl my mouth,

The very first time in my life when I tried to eat; the consortium of disheveled intestines in my stomach uneasily fretted and wrenched; although pangs of inevitably crucifying hunger reverberated endlessly throughout my body,

The very first time in my life when I tried to sip; the chords in my throats unceremoniously tightened their grip; although the uncouthly sweltering heat of the afternoon Sun; rendered them grasping for more and more,

The very first time in my life when I tried to defecate; the bowels in my stomach dogmatically refrained to contract and expand; although the call of nature was too heavy upon them to bear,

The very first time in my life when I tried to smile; the contours of my diminutive lips remained haplessly frozen; although the winds of unparalleled happiness indefatigably triggered them to blossom till the aisles of exhilarating eternity,

The very first time in my life when I tried to sleep; the dormitories of my
tirelessly discovering brain miserably quavered at the thought of dastardly unconsciousness; although the lids over my eyeball rolled down like a helplessly beleaguered sycophant,
The very first time in my life when I tried to hold; the humble knots on my fingers broke into disparagingly cold sweat; although the mantras of symbiotic existence timelessly coaxed me to bond them with my fellow brethren and kin,

The very first time in my life when I tried to adventure; the framework of synergistic bones in my countenance horribly diminished into mortuaries of dastardly nothingness; although the uninhibitedly effulgent fantasies in my brain inexhaustibly dictated me to flirtatiously philander,

The very first time in my life when I tried to earn my livelihood; every ingredient of my molecular persona repugnantly repelled the proposition as abhorrently bizarre; although I very well knew that every organism alive quintessentially needed to pay his rent for his destined time,

The very first time in my life when I tried to write poetry; the pen in my hands felt like an hedonistically massacring knife; although I inherently knew that it was perfectly allright even if the bountifully resplendent verse would rhyme or not rhyme,

The very first time in my life when I tried to flirt; the intrepidly emollient tenacity in my demeanor crumbled towards the corpses of feckless meaninglessness; although the urge to submerge every cranny of my flesh with innocuous mischief was more unconquerable than the limitless skies,

The very first time in my life when I tried to learn; the intricately sensitive machinery of my mind treacherously betrayed me; in the fear of being unnecessarily inundated; although the desire of philanthropically imbibe radiated regally from the innermost space of my conscience,

The very first time in my life when I tried to preach; my neck felt as if it was going to be hung on the gallows of the truculently marauding devil; although I perfectly knew that was insurmountably adequate room for harmless human error,

The very first time in my life when I tried to breathe; my lungs felt fish slithering lividly without the most capricious droplet of water; although I knew that inhaling a few puffs of air from them was my cardinal birthright for harmonious survival,

But the very first time in my life when I fell in love; I felt the most pricelessly immortal organism alive not only for this birth; but for infinite more births of mine; I could never ever give my heart to any other girl in my life; and the first time forever remained the very first time.

When the Omnipotent Sun first shines brilliantly in fathomless sky; it is infact the very first indication of satanic darkness; inevitably about to usurp every trace of conceivable light on planet divine.

When altruistic Truth first majestically descends upon inscrutable earth; it is infact the very first indication of tawdry evil; inevitably about to settle upon every tangible and intangible leaf of planet divine.

When unlimited Happiness first burgeons in the unconquerable atmosphere; it is infact the very first indication of inexplicable misery; inevitably about to capsize every free space of planet divine.

When the indomitable Lion first roars in the untamed forests; it is infact the very first indication of limitless silence; inevitably about to plummet upon the amazing labyrinth of planet divine.

When Intrepidly blazing Victory first kisses the fabric of the cosmos; it is infact the very first indication of lugubrious defeat; inevitably about to strangulate every perceivable cranny of planet divine.

When Symbiotic Humanity first unites every caste; creed; color on this earth; it is infact the very first indication of sadistic prejudice; inevitably about to divide every holistic parchment of planet divine.

When the most pricelessly inimitable Pearls first glimmer on the trajectory of this earth; it is infact the very first indication of crucifying poverty; inevitably about to dismantle the impregnable crux of planet divine.

When the Righteous Mirror first reflects your truest persona to the entire world; it is infact the very first indication of despondent haziness; inevitably about to disorient the redolent chapters of planet divine.

When the first Virile Leaf royally fructifies from lackadaisically black soil; it is infact the very first indication of hapless decay; inevitably about to quagmire even the most infinitesimal barren space of planet divine.

When the blessed Muscles first radiate into rays of unfettered strength; it is infact the very first indication of cancerous weakness; inevitably about to incarcerate every synergistic turnstile of planet divine.

When the Sensuous Clouds shower their first droplet of golden rain upon ardent earth; it is infact the very first indication of hedonistic drought; inevitably about to gobble every celestial nook & cranny of planet divine.

When the Virile Body first sprouts into unbelievably ecstatic seeds of survival; it is infact the very first indication of jinxed infertility; inevitably about to massacre every palpable speck of planet divine.

When Insuperable Blood first radiates into the unsurpassable fervor of humanity; it is infact the very first indication of amorphous meaninglessness; inevitably about to uproot the complexion of planet divine.

When the Benign Eye first diffuses into cisterns of invincible empathy; it is infact the very first indication of vicarious heartlessness; inevitably about to puncture the filament of planet divine.

When the Fathomless Brain first commences to timelessly fantasize; it is infact the very first indication of heinous deliriousness; inevitably about to disjoint the astounding articulation of planet divine.

When the Unassailable Peak of the mountain first looms large towards incredulous sky; it is infact the very first indication of mortifying downfall; inevitably about to behead every trifle of success on planet divine.

When the Effulgent Nightingale first sings its most unfathomably mellifluous tune in the crimson evening; it is infact the very first indication of acrimonious malice; inevitably about to gouge every sparkling eye of planet divine.

When the Immortal Heart throbs its first beat of rhapsodically Perpetual love; it is infact the very first indication of invidious betrayal; inevitably about to assassinate every bit of compassion on planet divine.

And when the First form of life bountifully spawns for the first time on this amazingly fragrant globe; it is infact the very first indication of inescapable death;
inevitably about to hopelessly end existence on planet divine.

Never ever 1st at emolliently fructifying artistry; delinquently squandering countless sheets of brilliantly bonded paper; and vibrantly ecstatic paint,

Never ever 1st at blissfully mellifluous whistling; preposterously bellowing like a rabid dog; instead of diffusing into stupendously mesmerizing music,

Never ever 1st at adroitly cunning business; insanely hobbling into mists of utter meaninglessness; at even the very tiniest insinuation of dexterously prejudiced
manipulation,

Never ever 1st at insurmountably rapacious titillation; bizarrely floundering to be even a mercurial iota aroused; even as boundless tawdry seductresses danced in gay abandon all around,

Never 1st at the inter-college competitions; disintegrating into an infinite particles of clammy nothingness; even before alighting a single foot on the star studded stage,

Never ever 1st at ingeniously eclectic mimicry; not even able to remember the cadence of my very own voice; just an evanescent instant after I wholeheartedly spoke,

Never ever 1st at exotically tantalizing dance; penuriously ending up licking deliriously rotten dust on the floor instead; as the entire world beautifully
cavorted and flirted upon the same,

Never ever 1st at fantastically enamoring magic; clumsily erasing every bit of line from my own palm; instead of marvelously portending the future of countless others instead,

Never ever 1st at exuberantly adventurous mountain-climbing; sinking an infinite feet beneath my grave; the moment I tried to clamber up the very first jaggedly ebullient stone,

Never ever 1st at spreading the essence of timeless humanity; as the instant I unfurled my mouth to lecture; indiscriminately communal racialism mercilessly perpetuated every echelon of the unsurpassably sensitive society,

Never ever 1st at engendering people to uninhibitedly laugh; with the entire atmosphere breaking into oceans of hysterical tears; the instant I tried cracking one
of my best mugged jokes,

Never ever 1st at brilliantly outclassing my compatriots; being ruthlessly massacred into worthlessly inane ash; even before I could dream of venturing into intrepidly exhilarating territory,

Never ever 1st at explicit elocutions and debates; egregiously shooing away every speck of audience infront of me; as I disdainfully stuck on the very first alphabet for hours immemorial,

Never ever 1st at punctiliously synchronizing my surroundings; with the ambience around me always resembling a gutter of squalidly abhorrent and disgustingly rotten tomatoes,

Never ever 1st at vociferously cheering my comrades; with even the most thunderously reverberating of my voice miserably stuttering to reach even the chamber of my sordid mouth; as the entire planet around me broke into unequivocally untamed celebration,

Never ever 1st at replenishing my bones with luxury; as even before they holistically stretched themselves for the same; its silken caress was already gobbled in
entirety by a bunch of parasites around,

Never ever 1st at astoundingly memorizing; as unprecedented cloudbursts of impregnable sleep transcended over other conceivable speck in my brain;
making me yawn till even after horizons of infinite infinity,

Never ever 1st at taking quintessentially euphoric breath into my lungs; as I obnoxiously wavered and quavered in the race for ” Survival of the fittest”;
wholesomely devoured by infinite organisms in near vicinity even before I could blow a single whistle,

But the very 1st one in the boundlessly enchanting Universe who unassailably conquered every beat of your heart; the very 1st one on this planet who irrefutably
captured you in the swirl of immortally endless romance; the very 1st one on this earth who took your magnificently philanthropic signature on every blood-drop of mine; was I; was I; and would for infinite more births I pray and by the grace of God; always be I.

water levels had dramatically receded,
The liquid had ceased to a mere trickle ceasing to flow,
The blistering sun staring like a devil upon the placid stream,
Truncating the persona of the jungle river to rivulets containing paltry water.
A crow hovering at low levels in the sky had a brilliant brainwave,
He released a cluster of tiny pebbles from his drooping beak,
Was instantly gratified at the inconsequential increase in the level of water.
The fur coated squirrel collected raw biscuit and nuts,
Fed the same in the river; noting it swell by meager fractions.
The serrated skin alligator; accumulated massive slabs of stone in its jaw,
Deposited them diligently blending with the earlier debris coagulated inside.
The wild striped zebra carried quantum loads of sand on its back,
Lowered the same in sparse assemblage of water slithering on the earth.
The long nosed elephant stashed a plethora of twigs and rustic foliage in its trunk,
Unleashing them in the river; witnessing its waters rise stealthily.

The century old tortoise bore thin crumbs of bread on its back,
Tossing its frugal contribution with all its might into the growing territory of water.

The animals selflessly sacrificed their proud possessions,
With even the red ants, spiders, and snakes devoting their perpetual best.

And aftermath’s of the sweat they shed were simply stupendous,
The stingy persona of river now displayed a fresh look,
Barren regions of land were inundated with surplus water,
The level of liquid was far more than at the threadbare beginning,
There was also an obstreperous chorus of voices which flooded the air,
Emanating from the throats of animals; now bathing in their self made river as a united family.

We all must have called someone or the other spuriously as SIR during our lives; in our insatiable desire to reach the zenith of prosperity,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably marvelous Creator; on whose divine fingertips; danced the entire planet towards the path of unflinching righteousness.
We all must have called someone or the other lackadaisically as SIR during our lives; in our mission to shrug inexplicable poverty and be the stupendous best,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably majestic Creator; who evolved every bit of mesmerizing beauty; wandering bountifully on this colossal Universe.

We all must have called someone or the other abhorrently as SIR during our lives; in our yearning to catapult to overwhelming stardom and glitterati,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably perennial Creator; on whose sacrosanct decisions; revolved the inevitable chapters of celestial life and death.

We all must have called someone or the other malevolently as SIR during our lives; in our greed to holistically survive; extract the optimum from the corridors of the hideously manipulative society,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably immortal Creator; on whose revered shoulders rested the weight of this entire planet; blended with love; compassion
and mystically blooming forest.

We all must have called someone or the other pompously as SIR during our lives; in our relentless struggle to grant the most opulently tantalizing food to our impoverished stomachs,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably invincible Creator; who spawned countless civilizations deluged with brilliant sunlight; within the single wink of his eye.

We all must have called someone or the other sinfully as SIR during our lives; in our unrelenting conquest of attaining astronomical power and fame,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably unconquerable Creator; who gave infinite organisms a chance to exist in symbiotic harmony; with every single of his supremely everlasting breath.

We all must have called someone or the other worthlessly as SIR during our lives; in our intransigently augmenting search for pleasure; seduction and alluring happiness,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably Omnipotent Creator; melanged land with unsurpassably towering mountains as well as tantalizingly tangy sea bed soil.

We all must have called someone or the other viciously as SIR during our lives; in our endless march forward to metamorphose each of our wishes into an absolute reality,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably Omniscient Creator; who created man as the most ingenious being on this enamoring planet; showered stringent thunderbolts of lightening from the sky when the earth headed towards devastating malice.

We all must have called someone or the other baselessly as SIR during our lives; in our never ending aspiration of stuffing our pockets with glittering gold coin,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably impregnable Creator; who instilled the beats of heavenly love in every heart alive; merged every religion named his inconspicuous molecules; into the religion of impeccable humanity.

And we must have called someone or the other lecherously as SIR during our lives; in our irrevocable urge to sail above the abundantly sparkling skies,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably Omnipresent Creator; who magnificently articulated the destinies of boundless alive; saw to it that the planet perpetually maintained its equilibrium of good and evil; with truth and mankind eventually and forever outnumbering the bad.

My brain could perhaps ruthlessly expurgate you out; but what about its every unimaginably tantalizing fantasy; of which you were the most pricelessly ultimate queen,

My fingers could perhaps mercilessly shrug you out; but what about the most
resplendently royal meadow of shapes that they sketched; which constituted
of nothing else but your Omnisciently enchanting grace; which constituted of
nothing else but only you,

My eyes could perhaps disdainfully kick you out; but what about each droplet
of empathy that dribbled from them; of which you were the most Omnisciently
ameliorating messiah,

My blood could perhaps obnoxiously discard you out; but what about what about its invincibly fearless fragrance; which had bonded with each perpetual element of your humanitarian soul,

My shadow could perhaps acrimoniously rule you out; but what about its unparalleled ocean of gloriously untamed seduction; on which you peerlessly danced
every redolently enrapturing night,

My signature could perhaps atrociously delete you out; but what about its
inimitable waves of impeccable integrity; which maneuvered solely to your
sky of sacrosanct commands,

My voice could perhaps abominably erase you out; but what about its fervently unceasing cadence; which timelessly reverberated only to the tinkling of
your beautifully Omnipresent feet,

My ears could perhaps endlessly shun you out; but what about their astoundingly undefeatable sensitivity; which perpetuated into a garden of insuperable loveliness an infinite spaces above heaven; at the tiniest insinuation of your sound,

My shoulders could perhaps treacherously discard you out; but what about
their unflinchingly triumphant strength; which tirelessly followed only the strings of your unassailably divine righteousness,

My feet could perhaps mercilessly pulverize you out; but what about their every magnanimous imprint; which was nothing but a manifestation of your miraculously ameliorating selflessness,

My tongue could perhaps salaciously spit you out; but what about its unceasing plethora of tastebuds; which indefatigably breathed only to relish the flavor of your celestially empowering existence,

My skin could perhaps diabolically slander you out; but what about its every ardently aroused pore; which rested in perennially heavenly contentment only after
your magically mitigating caress,

My nails could perhaps perniciously scratch you out; but what about their
supreme uninhibitedness; which was solely a ramification of your undauntedly
liberated persona,

My hair could perhaps perfidiously dismantle you out; but what about their incredulously mesmerizing vivaciousness; in which reflected solely your exuberantly unfettered stride,

My bones could perhaps satanically trash you out; but what about their Herculean strength; which possessed only your pristine elixir of unconquerable truthfulness to survive,

My legs could perhaps ignominiously squelch you out; but what about their
tremendously unhindered exhilaration; their ecstatic gallop towards the victory line which was forever sublimed by your Omnipresent smiles,

My conscience could perhaps scurrilously scavenge you out; but what about
its mirror of Omnisciently brilliant truth; in which was profoundly embedded yours and only your immaculately unprejudiced image of life,

My nostrils could perhaps hideously squirm you out; but what about their unlimited gorge of fantastically life-yielding breath; which had perpetually coalesced with every step that you alighted in the chapter of inscrutable life,

And my heart could perhaps unsparingly excoriate you out; but what about its
sky of immortally ubiquitous beats; everyone of them on which you ruled as the ultimate princess for times even beyond an infinite more lifetimes.

My eyes were a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this gargantuan planet could read them; could explicitly decipher the emotions in their impeccable whites,
But the ultimate impression on their moistened periphery; was the immortal image of your Omnipotently blessed life.

My lips were a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this fathomless planet could read them; could fecklessly frolic and insurmountably tantalize them,
But the ultimate kiss on their rubicund contours; was the unconquerably truthful imprint of your altruistically peerless life.

My palms were a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this gigantic planet could read them; could joyously trace the sensuous folds of succulent skin curled delectably within,
But the ultimate destiny on their humble trajectory; was every perennially fructifying moment of your philanthropically symbiotic life.

My shoulders were a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this limitless planet could read them; could uninhibitedly perch upon them to give holistic reprieve to their pathetically exhausted legs,
But the ultimate strength on their obeisant bones; was the unequivocally blazing tenacity of your righteously emollient life.

My perspiration was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this tireless planet could read it; could joyously splash it towards the regale curtains of emerald sky,
But the ultimate fragrance in its gregarious sparkle; was the benevolently persevering energy of your inexhaustibly proliferating life.

My face was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this insuperable planet could read it; could embellish it with the jewels and paraphernalia of their choice,
But the ultimate smile on its innocuously unfettered exteriors; was the victoriously effulgent stride of your timelessly endowing life.

My skin was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this endless planet could read it; could salaciously make it a nimble prey of their rapaciously uncontrollable desire,
But the ultimate sensation on its diminutively wrinkled persona; was the indomitably untamed enchantment of your spell bindingly artistic and surreally titillating life.

My shadow was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this ever-pervading planet could read it; could feast in its gloriously mollifying tranquility to shield the blistering rays of the unsparing afternoon Sun,
But the ultimate euphoria on its inscrutably elongated silhouette; were the infinite shades of tirelessly benign freshness of your marvelously aristocratic life.
My conscience and breath were a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this unstoppable planet could read them; could bask in the glory of their divinely
unadulterated exhilaration for an infinite more lifetimes,
But the ultimate signature on their quintessential fabric; was the symbiotically humanitarian bonding of your pristinely unassailable life.

And my heart was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this countless planet could read it; could surreptitiously pilfer its passion to delightfully ignite their every salaciously impoverished night,
But the ultimate love on each of its unnervingly ardent beats; was the impregnably Godly breath of your panoramically perpetual life.

Like an infinite brutal knives inexorably stabbing every tangible space of happiness; devastating every single aspect of my existence beyond the threshold of
sagacious repair,

Like infinite maelstroms of inexplicable despair; thwarting even the most infidel of my desire; to die the most excruciatingly gory death within the realms of my wailing soul,

Like an infinite nights of haplessly strangulating nightmares; each of which metamorphosed me into the ghosts of jinxed oblivion; even though I was
jubilantly alive,

Like an infinite thorns of truculently beheading disease; snapping every holistic fang of my existence; with the mortuaries of unparalleled misfortune and invidious blackness,

Like an infinite skeletons of tawdrily cursing nothingness; ghastily rendering every ounce of my poignant blood; to worthlessly debilitating and infinitesimal ash,

Like an infinite oceans of deplorably slandering blood; which intransigently drowned every dimension of my skull; to the acrimoniously unsparing rock bottom,

Like an infinite gallows of deliriously inexplicable depression; which morbidly injected the vials of lecherous helplessness; into each of my veins at a speed more vicious than the most uncontrolled thunderbolts of lightening,

Like an infinite devilish snakes slithering into vindictive wilderness; maiming even the most iridescently robust of my senses; with hedonistically penalizing venom,

Like an infinite ferociously undulating waves; which made me inevitably crumble on my very own feet like a pack of lugubriously impotent matchsticks; without the
tiniest of insinuation or prior warning,

Like infinite atrociously non-existent parasites; which cannibalistically devoured even the last ounce of enthusiasm from my impoverished demeanor; hopelessly discarding me to beg on the irascibly rambunctious roads,

Like an infinite germs of indispensably asphyxiating cancer; which slowly and slowly incarcerated even the most oblivious granule of triumph; in my bountifully celestial body,

Like an infinite murderously silent dungeons of imperiling boredom; stigmatizing each victoriously jostling nerve of mine; with unstoppable whirlpools
of carnivorously delinquent lechery,

Like infinite icicles of lecherously weeping lifelessness; which diabolically froze the very lastounce of virility in my blood; rendering me lividly castrated in the center of the beautifully bustling street,

Like an infinite wails of salaciously massacring meaninglessness; which ripped apart through even the most invisible fabric of my felicity; like an endless desert of maniacal victimization,

Like an infinite footsteps of unforgivably plundering crime; forever robbing every single element of my body; of its stupendously bewitching versatility,

Like an infinite cold-blooded cauldrons of esoteric perversions; subjugating my nimble form; to the coffins of the ominously marauding and sadistically torturous devil,

Like an infinite wails of the impiously strangulating witch; which gruesomely transformed even the most harmoniously spell binding of my fantasy; into the
ultimate apogees of pugnacious mayhem,

Like an infinite unfaithfully barren deserts; which wholesomely evaporated even the most mercurial trace of optimism from the chapters of my priceless life; without the slightest of my fault; reason or ostensible rhyme,

Like an infinite signatures of the horrifically prejudiced demon; which ruthlessly crucified even the most insouciant trace of my masculine identity; with the alphabets of unprecedented devastation,

Was the sorrow lingering deep in the dormitories of my innocent heart and soul; was the sorrow inhabiting every stream of blood that flowed through my veins; was the sorrow unmistakably reflecting from every quarter of my eye; was the sorrow that unabashedly cursed every righteously forward footstep of mine; was the sorrow that converted each of my golden breath into the ultimate hiss of death.