Indian Poet Nikhil Parekh

Without you; the most tantalizing morsels of robustly sparkling food; seemed to me worse than threadbare chunks of inconspicuously insipid stone; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to wholeheartedly eat,

Without you; the most opulently woven clothes; seemed to me worse than dead leaves loitering invidiously on the morbid corpses; as I relinquished even the tiniest
of desire; to fabulously dress,

Without you; the most grandiloquent of embellished castles; seemed to me worse than miserably dwindling mosquitoes; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to compassionately exist,

Without you; the most rhapsodically crimson clouds; seemed to me worse than pathetically sweltering deserts; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to exuberantly gallop,

Without you; the most ravishingly enchanting crystalline streams; seemed to me worse than uncouthly clattering stones; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to ebulliently bathe,

Without you; the most stupendously ecstatic aircrafts; seemed to me worse than a languid ocean of remorsefully sulking tortoise; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to euphorically fly,

Without you; the most vivaciously resplendent rainbows; seemed to me worse than ludicrously pathetic wisps of distantly disappearing oblivion; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to majestically sight,

Without you; the most enchantingly spell binding literature; seemed to me worse than a rotten tomato being squelched to a ghastly death; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to poignantly read,

Without you; the most wonderfully dancing fairies; seemed to me worse than a dilapidated trench of rotten cowdung plaster; as I relinquished even the tiniest of
desire; to profoundly admire,

Without you; the most passionately thunderous thunderbolts of lightening; seemed to me worse than inconspicuously soggy matchsticks deteriorating on obdurately cold ground; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to perspicaciously discern sound,

Without you; the most overwhelmingly fragrant roses; seemed to me worse than garbage spewed out abundantly from the gory gutters; as I relinquished even the
tiniest of desire; to artistically inhale,

Without you; the most divinely tufts of astonishingly warm wool; seemed to me worse than infinitesimal specks of disastrously shivering ice; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to gregariously relish,

Without you; the most impeccably gallivanting and boisterous children; seemed to me worse than despondently crestfallen chunks of worthless soil; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to uninhibitedly embrace,

Without you; the most handsomely flaming rays of the glorious Sun; seemed to me worse than a capriciously frigid whisker dipped in ridiculous boredom; as I
relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to royally enlighten,

Without you; the most unfathomably overflowing treasuries of glittering gold; seemed to me worse than disdainfully lackluster chalk; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to bountifully posses,

Without you; the most charismatically voluptuous smiles; seemed to me worse than an unimaginably morbid well of deplorable tears; as I relinquished even the
tiniest of desire; to uncontrollably laugh,

Without you; the most mystically ardent forests; seemed to me worse than manipulatively monotonous offices inundated with blood sucking tycoons; as I
relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to ecstatically dream,

Without you; the most fervently cascading and perennial breaths; seemed to me worse than a boundlessly shattered carcass of bones decaying since centuries immemorial beneath soil; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to irrefutably belong,

Without you; the most immortally passionate heartbeats; seemed to me worse than meaningless feathers of spuriously fading fascination; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to unequivocally love,

And without you O! Beloved; the most invincible chapters of vibrant life; seemed to me worse than a countless gruesome deaths; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to blissfully live.

Without waiting for unflinching strength to peerlessly enshroud my arms; if I plunged head-on into the ferociously beheading battlefield; then the aftermath of it would be; ignominiously crippling defeat; instead,

Without waiting for priceless empathy to selflessly encircle the periphery of my eyes; if I galloped on an inexhaustible mission to embrace every echelon of brutally tyrannized humanity; then the aftermath of it would be; hapless disintegration into gruesomely cruel nothingness; instead,

Without waiting for fructifying thoughts to brilliantly spawn in my brain; if I commenced to write the most literary Herculean epic of my time; then the aftermath of it would be; baseless balderdash raunchily perspiring from everywhere; instead,

Without waiting for triumphant melody to fantastically brew up my throat; if I started to perpetuate every cranny of the fathomless Universe with a celestially enchanting song; then the aftermath of it would be; a corpse of indescribably cacophonic ghoulishness; instead,

Without waiting for effulgent smiles to uninhibitedly the contours of my lips; if I chivalrously tried to disseminate the essence of true conviviality amidst every disparagingly beleaguered organism on this planet; then the aftermath of it would be; a cloudburst of tears erupting at every step that I took; instead,

Without waiting for indispensable hunger to reverberate from the hollow of my stomach; if I devoured every sumptuously succulent delicacy on this boundless earth; then the aftermath of it would be; a vomit with such ghastly rebuke which would horridly desecrate the purest of soils; instead,

Without waiting for sleep to wholesomely relinquish my eyes; if I commenced to segregate the quintessential needle from the fecklessly looming haystack; then the
aftermath of it would be; every trace of holistic sanctity metamorphosing into tawdrily suffocating deliriousness; instead,

Without waiting for blood to ecstatically rush through my veins; if I drifted into the valley of unsurpassably timeless adventure; then the aftermath of it would be; deterioration into a gutter of inanely fatigued meaninglessness; instead,

Without waiting for blazing truth to unrestrictedly permeate my conscience; if I indefatigably proceeded to teach the chapters of symbiotic humanity; then the
aftermath of it would be; being brutally charred to the dungeons of hell; instead,

Without waiting for jubilant virility to consummately bless my persona; if I attempted to procreate the countless of own living kind; then the aftermath of it would be; delinquently choking stagnation forever and ever and ever; instead,

Without waiting for the waves of perennial contentment to endow my soul; if I tried to miraculously mitigate the suffering of every wounded soldier on this globe; then the aftermath of it would be; every bit of benign goodness transforming into sadistically cannibalistic blood; instead,

Without waiting for passion to tower high and handsome into my fingers; if I tried to blissfully sketch every inch of the Lord’s panoramically boundless creation; then the aftermath of it would be; egregiously amorphous skeletons wailing till times immemorial; instead,

Without waiting for a surreal yawn to wonderfully besiege my mouth; if I tried to timelessly snore under my silken nocturnal quilt; then the aftermath of it would be; a night of wretchedly maniacal and diabolical desperation; instead,

Without waiting for the rhythm of marvelous pragmatism to wholesomely drape my senses; if I started to solve the inexplicably carcinogenic riddles of every dwelling in acrimonious despair; then the aftermath of it would be; vanishing like a frigid whisker even before uttering a singleton word; instead,

Without waiting for naturally inevitable pressure pounding on my bowels; if I tried to expurgate in such a way that I would never ever have to go to the lavatory for a lifetime; then the aftermath of it would be; the mortuary of insanity galore dissolving
me into cadaverous emptiness; instead,

Without waiting for hair to extrude from my scalp and skin; if I valiantly subjected myself to the winds of the chilliest of winter; then the aftermath of it would be; forlornly fretting in uncontrollably emaciating pneumonia for the remainder of my life; instead,

Without waiting for inferno’s of seductively untamed passion to royally enslave my silhouette; if I leapt out to ignite desire into every disconsolately decrepit organism on unceasing earth; then the aftermath of it would be; jailhouses of sleazy infertility reigning mockingly supreme; instead,

Without waiting for my lungs to harmoniously sing for quintessential oxygen; if I tried to inhale every bit of synergistically emollient air on the trajectory of this limitless Universe; then the aftermath of it would be; a ludicrously inflated balloon ready to burst into an infinite bits of infinitesimal stupidity; instead,

And without waiting for my heart to compassionately throb within my chest; if I tried to bond every of its beat with the chapters of Immortally insuperable love in this entire world; then the aftermath of it would be; vindictively vituperative
and unbearable betrayal; instead.

Without these three I would have run, but without the slightest power or tenacity in my legs,

Without these three I would have dreamt, but those fantasies would have revolved wholesomely around ghastly death,

Without these three I would have smiled, but that tinkle on my face would have been as morbid as the buried corpse,

Without these three I would have eaten food, but each morsel would have been like a million barrels of poison,

Without these three I would have kissed, but my caress would diffuse cancerous tissues instead of spreading the bond of friendship,

Without these three I would have read, but the letters would have seemed darker than the blackest of clouds,

Without these three I would have cried, but the tears which dribbled down my cheek would be of pure blood,

Without these three I would have earned money, but the currency would have been as infinitesimal as ash for me,

Without these three I would have attended parties, but would have sequestered myself under the table, with a pool of mosquitoes hovering around,

Without these three I would have seen people wandering around, but they would appear to me as lifeless entities,

Without these three I would have heard voices, but would have forgotten to decipher the melody in the sound,

Without these three I would have gulped water, but would have remained thirsty all throughout the day,

Without these three I would have written long letters, but would perceive each word embossed as a rotten abuse,

Without these three I would have driven my vehicle, but would loose complete control of the steering wheel,

Without these three I would have worn clothes, but would have people laughing as I had worn my trousers enveloping my neck instead of my shirt,

Without these three I would have sat on the royal chair, but would have tripped head-on on the floor, disdainfully losing my balance,

Without these three I would have gone to the market, but would have spent my entire wallet on a flimsy chunk of spiceless vegetable,

Without these three I would have fought valiantly with my fists, but each punch of mine would have been like frozen ice,

Without these three I would have behaved, but only for the sake of appeasing a bunch of idiots running the family business,

Without these three I would have perhaps have existed, lived for the heck of it, but without my heart actually throbbing in my ribs,

And I know, by now you must be desperately waiting to know their names, And I have not the slightest of hesitation; infact am proud to christen the three immortals in my life as my ‘CREATOR’, my ‘mother” my ‘beloved’.

Before I could even realize that it was “Day”; or relish its brilliantly optimistic light; the dolorously maiming horizons of evening set in; leaving me haplessly wandering in inexplicable gloom,

Before I could even realize that they were “Shores”; or relish their tantalizingly moistened sands; the ferociously devastating waves of the sea set in; disastrously swiping me from my nimble feet; and into the stormy depths of treacherously bewildering nothingness,

Before I could even realize that it was “Night”; or relish its voluptuously enigmatic softness; the horrendous fronds of sleep disdainfully set in; plunging me into a mortuary of unprecedentedly crippling blackness,

Before I could even realize that it was “Sun”; or relish its Omnipotently flaming rays; the ominously pillaging clouds dreadfully set in; rendering me with nothing else but lividly asphyxiating pangs of depression,

Before I could even realize that it was “Candle-light”; or relish its majestically peerless
grandeur; the hedonistically massacring tornadoes set in; blowing me and the flames away into inane wisps of wanton meaninglessness,

Before I could even realize that it was “Mystery”; or relish its uncannily enamoring scent; the monotonously pragmatic riddle set in; metamorphosing every of my
bountifully unbridled fantasy into robotic despair,

Before I could even realize that it was “Child-birth”; or relish its astoundingly pristine mischievousness; the agonizingly bruised cry of accidental death set in; transforming me into an emotionlessly living corpse,

Before I could even realize that it was “Food”; or relish its salubriously succulent jugglery of juices; the insouciantly tawdry stream of feces set in; drifting even the most infinitesimal ounce of my mind; body and soul; into cadaverous emptiness,

Before I could even realize that it was “Ice”; or relish its royally impeccable demeanor; the vindictively unsparing beams of afternoon set in; melting every iota of my unimpeachable integrity into infinite pools of amorphously pathetic liquid,

Before I could even realize that it was “Parenthood”; or relish its compassionately divine belonging; the cannibalistic battlefields of malicious divorce set in; wholesomely shattering every heavenly dream of mine into bizarre salaciousness,
Before I could even realize that it was “Sweat”; or relish its timelessly persevering masculinity; the inevitably tantalizing breeze of laziness set in; perpetuating me to snore like an infidel eunuch; instead of gloriously replenishing with the fruits of
hard work,

Before I could even realize that it was “Humanity”; or relish its unassailably Omnipresent fragrance; the atrociously indiscriminate wail of war set in;
fomenting me to tyrannically bleed till my last breath,

Before I could even realize that it was “Artistry”; or relish its unabashedly glorious sensitivity; the coffins of deplorably sacrilegious manipulation set in; gruesomely burying every ingredient of my righteousness; into the indescribably crucifying
shit-pots of hell,

Before I could even realize that it was “Smile”; or relish its insuperably optimistic flavor; the preposterously languid yawn set in; lecherously dragging me into the most obliviously dilapidated maelstroms of boredom,

Before I could even realize that it was “Honesty”; or relish its unconquerably unflinching mirrors of truth; the fretfully ghoulish winds of parasitic politics set
in; making me rub my nose in inconspicuously worthless dust,

Before I could even realize that it was “Perfection”; or relish its undauntedly ecstatic supremacy; the inconsolably bawdy human errors set in; satanically defeating me in the most quintessential processes of my existence,

Before I could even realize that it was “Virility”; or relish its fantastically untainted atmosphere of celestial triumph; the indiscriminately trampling footsteps of the devil set in; engendering me to crumble beyond holistic degrees of recognition,

Before I could even realize that it was “Breath”; or relish its unassailably fearless exhilaration; the unrelentingly victimizing gallows of death set in; rendering me to nothing else but an invisibly frigid whisker of worthlessness,

But before I could realize or even after I realized it; or whether I actually realized it the tiniest or not; the signature of her immortal love remained perpetually embossed in every beat of my passionate heart; for even an infinite lifetimes after this
destined life of mine; and without the slightest of hindrance setting in.

When I sat under fulminating beams of the Sun; I felt an insatiable urge in my body to leap in untamed exhilaration and dance,

When I sat in front of the scintillating mirror; I felt like candidly analyzing even the most minuscule part of my persona,

When I sat beside the enchantingly serene riverside; I felt like nostalgically reminiscing the innocuous flurry of moments which had wholesomely enveloped my
childhood,

When I sat by the profusely foliated tree; I felt like bouncing up and down like the vivacious squirrels; wistfully awaiting for the succulent fruits to harmoniously pour down; on my famished belly,

When I sat under the conglomerate of voluptuously exotic clouds; I felt like wandering with the heavenly fairies; fantasizing my mind to the most unprecedented
limits,

When I sat eye to eye with the hideously ominous snake; I felt the adrenaline building inevitably in my bowels; a horrendously ghastly sensation encapsulating the whole of my body to puke out my morning breakfast,

When I sat on the stern of the grandiloquent ship; I felt younger than a wailing child; with the exuberant waves of the ocean; impregnating Herculean loads of rejuvenating energy in my dreary bones,

When I sat on a blanket of chilly snow; I felt numbing arrows of death stabbing me from all sides; the scarlet blood running robustly through my veins; freezing into rosy ice-cream,

When I sat on the panthers back; I felt for a moment to be the king of the jungle; although I had my heart in my bootlaces after a while had elapsed; and the beast snarled ferociously to its hearts content,

When I sat abreast a hive of swarming bees; I fantastically felt the cocoons of golden honey sandwiched handsomely in the pockets; however was soon transported several feet beneath my coffin; as the Queen maiden kissed me nimbly on my nose,

When I sat near the dolorously morbid grave; I felt tears of inexplicable agony well up my eyes; an uncanny wave of fear slowly engulf my blissful soul,

When I sat on a battalion of menacing crocodiles; I felt overwhelmingly excruciating pangs of pain; as the monsters ripped me apart till the last bone down my spine,

When I sat on the century old vacant throne; I felt like a majestically embellished royal prince; having been given the supreme reigns in my hands; to rule the township once again,

When I sat amidst an army of pot-bellied tortoise; I felt whirlpools of laziness circumvent my demeanor; an inexorably urge in my body to sleep in contentment
till times immemorial,

When I sat on the splendidly striped dolphins; I felt like swirling in full fervor of boisterous life; rolling my visage in tumultuous frenzy with the splashing water,

When I sat on an island coated with disdainfully slimy oil; I felt like slipping indefatigably towards treacherous nothingness; with my grip on planet earth
slackening miserably as each second unveiled,

When I sat on the summit of the astronomically towering mountain; I felt the entire world was a box of insipid matchsticks; drank air into my lungs like a man inhaling his last breath,

When I sat at whisker lengths from my beloved; I felt infernos of invincible passion entrench my countenance; an irrefutable longing in my lips to caress her rubicund cheeks,

When I sat in front of the Creator’s idol; I felt blessed in every single respect of existing life; emerged victorious from behind my vicious cloudburst of gloom; to spread the true essence of happiness,

While it was only when I sat close to my mother; that I felt I was the strongest man on this earth; divulging to her whatever circulated in the inner most compartments of my heart; and it was here that my world came to an abrupt end; and it was here that I
discovered my true identity; and it was here that I slept immortally without
the slightest of fear.

The Sun outside was flaming; blistering into infinite shades of grandiloquent crimson as the clouds drifted by,
Yet the interiors of my dwelling were engulfed by a perpetual darkness; the most minuscule shimmer irrevocably refusing to enter; without my priceless beloved.

The trees outside swayed exuberantly; as the vivaciously exotic storm descended full throttle upon the dolorously gloomy atmosphere,
Yet the rooms of my dwelling were flooded with satanic globules of blood; and time catapulted back instead of ticking forward; without my priceless beloved.

The stars in the sky outside twinkled to the most unprecedented glow; illuminating every alley of the fathomless planet with profusely enchanting songs of romance,
Yet each wall of my dwelling wept tears of untamed sorrow; a ghastly solitude entrenched the handsome backdrop of furniture; traumatized by the absence of
my priceless beloved.

The wind outside titillated itself to the most unfathomable horizons of heaven; as cloudbursts of sparkling rain tumbled rhapsodically from the sky,
Yet the windows of my dwelling intransigently refrained from opening; sulking in the realms of profound boredom; without my priceless beloved.

The peacocks outside on the grass danced to their ultimate hearts content; blossoming their feathers into an incredulous festoon of gorgeously vivid color,
Yet there was unsurpassable boredom in my dwelling; with an eerie wave of silence cascading till the last bone down my spine; without my priceless beloved.

The panthers outside in the jungle gallivanted majestically up the hills; with a crown of marvelous glittering royally on their heads,
Yet there was a cloud of barbaric death loitering in every corner of my dwelling; my tongue abdicated to speak even my very own name; without my priceless beloved.

The planet outside brimmed with overwhelming activity; as the wails of boundless newly born stole the hearts of the most treacherously diabolical wandering around,
Yet the floors of my dwelling culminated into a horrendously pugnacious fragrance; with even the parasitic fleet of mosquitoes not interested in sucking blood; as they inevitably missed my priceless beloved.

The battalion of soldiers outside marched invincibly forward for their country; with an immortal spirit of glorious matrydom poignantly diffusing from their eyes,
Yet the shadows inside my dwelling immutably refused to subside; lengthening their sinister cover even under the most dazzling of daylight; as they waited in
anticipation for my priceless beloved.
And the world outside spawned into a new beginning as each day transcended over the resplendent night; with the prolific winds of change taking an optimistic
stranglehold on the brutality of the previous day,

Yet the oligarchic space of my dwelling kept crawling towards an inevitable blackness; kept dying the most heinous death in a mist of fading oblivion; without my priceless beloved.

Every wall of this house stabbed me like a million scorpions; venomously crippling each fountain of my exquisitely bountiful thought,

Every stair of this house made me stagger like a boundless matchsticks; uncouthly pulverizing me at every step; for ostensibly no fault of mine,

Every nail of this house pierced me brutally like the corridors of hell; unrelentingly permeating deeper and deeper into my satiny flesh; playing a sadistically gory game with my disastrously wailing nerves,

Every space of this house devilishly stared at me for times immemorial; savagely lambasting every cranny of my drearily wasting persona; with remorsefully satanic
morbidity,

Every picture of this house thrashed me unsparingly like a salaciously ghoulish ghost; vindictively scaring even the most infinitesimal wisps of daylight; from every bone
of my shivering countenance,

Every web of this house gruesomely diseased me; lethally incarcerating even the most blissful of my energies; in a corpse of forlorn oblivion and nothingness,

Every window of this house abhorrently spewed shards of vengeful glass into my eyes; profusely staining even the most inconspicuous element of my persona; with unfathomable oceans of savage blood,

Every mirror of this house reflected a billion witches to me; ghastily inundating my impeccable soul with the; traumatically tyrannized cry of the insidious devil,

Every dust particle of this house lecherously tainted my visage forever; ominously drowning each speck of benign goodness embedded in my conscience; in the
sea of coldblooded murder,

Every droplet of water in this house demonically blinded my eyes; metamorphosed me into a pool of sardonically fulminating acid; the very instant that I consumed even a fraction of it,

Every dungeon of this house barbarically imprisoned me for countless more births to unveil; murderously slashing my wrists and fingers; of their magnificently spell binding artistry,

Every tap of this house barked a volley of incoherently mortifying abuse at my righteous flesh; incessantly drifting me towards the world of bawdy raunchiness; a prison of preposterously empty skeletons and parasitic mice,

Every brick of this house horrendously squelched my innocent toes; viciously raining like a thunderbolt of endless anguish upon my senses; on every step that I trespassed ahead,

Every watch of this house vengefully threatened me with its deafening sound; as its series of tick-tocks devilishly augmented by the unfurling minute; to acridly blast even the most sensitively immaculate arenas of my eardrums,

Every curtain of this house perniciously asphyxiated me in the heart of the precariously ungainly midnight; choking even the remotest traces of humility from my
demeanor; to eventually sleep with the naked crabs,

Every echo of this house indiscriminately stripped me of all my robust flesh; feasting on my gorily barren skeleton; with its teeth of dolorously debilitating doom,

Every rail of this house perennially whipped me on my silken backside; tormenting even the most holistic ingredients in my blood; to ultimately surrender to the commands of the lecherously gleaming devil,

Every thread of this house slit my throat into a countless strands of mangled flesh and bone; even before I could utter my last prayer; whisper the slightest of passionate sound,

Every currency coin in this house slit me apart into an infinite pieces of worthless shit; making it hard for the commoner to discern; between my grotesque carcass and the meat of the stinking pigs,

And believe me; this was the same house in which I had lived all my life like a priceless prince innocuously blending my soul with God and the panoramic winds of
Mother nature; while today the same haunted me worse than my veritable corpse; as it lay empty without my beloved.

Without him I was indeed a Sun; but without my fiery set of flamboyant rays,

Without him I was indeed a tree; but without my entire conglomerate of green leaves and resplendent petals,

Without him I was indeed a panther; but without my ferociously deafening roar,

Without him I was indeed a mammoth book; but without my grandiloquent set
of alphabets and words,

Without him I was indeed a fire; but without my dynamically sizzling repertoire of golden flames,

Without him I was indeed a lock; but without my power and invincible grace to protect the blissful dwelling,

Without him I was indeed a mountain; but without my handsome summit; which once upon a time used to tower handsomely towards the open sky,

Without him I was indeed a bar of chocolate; but without my sweetness and delectable charisma; rotting fetidly in an obsolete heap,

Without him I was indeed a pair of rubicund lips; but without my voluptuously seductive and congenial smiles,

Without him I was indeed an ocean; but without my flurry of ravishingly mesmerizing and supremely salty waves,

Without him I was indeed a cloud; but without my globules of life yielding and sparkling rain,

Without him I was indeed a house; but without my inevitable network of fortified doors and transparent windows,

Without him I was indeed a rose; but without my stupendously alluring perfume and Kingly redolence which I used to waft every second across this boundless Universe,

Without him I was indeed a car; but without my steering wheel; maneuvering wildly towards the valley of death as each moment unfurled by,

Without him I was indeed a butterfly; but without my hinges of opalescent wings; lying dilapidated in a remote heap; well cloistered away from blatant sight,
Without him I was indeed a desert; but without my glistening fleet of unsurpassable sands and the long line of ambling camels; which used to mark my existence,

Without him I was indeed a road; but without any direction; slithering helplessly on the ground; trying to search for my mooring under the devil’s breath,

Without him I was indeed a diamond; but without my scintillating radiance
and tenaciously omnipotent shine,

Without him I was indeed a mouth; but without my speech and decaying in mute oblivion for the remainder of my tyrannized life,

Without him I was indeed an eye; but without my tears; staring lifelessly and for times greater than eternity into satanic space,

Without him I was indeed a stone; but without my ability to produce thunderous noise,

Without him I was indeed a clown; but without any ability to make people leap in ecstatic melody and leap,

Without him I was indeed a sleep; but without my dreams and unprecedented
realms of tantalizing fantasy,

Without him I was indeed a palm; but without my battalion of profoundly embossed and divinely destiny lines,

Without him I was indeed a heart; but without my overwhelming reservoir
of passionately palpitating beats,

Without him I was indeed a soul; but without my conscience or knowing the slightest about the spirit of my existence,

And without God I was simply a Man; who although appeared to be normally breathing on the streets; but was irrefutably shivering and without life.

In order to erase my name from the soil; all I did was kick the loose sands with my feet; and it blended almost magically with the mundane mud,

In order to erase my name from my skin; all I did was wash it with stringent antiseptic; to swipe out the most minuscule trace that might be incorrigibly remaining,

In order to erase my name from my lips; all I did was to purse them passionately with my tongue; then see for myself how handsomely did the ink coalesce in entirety with my saliva,

In order to erase my name from the walls; all I did was to paint them afresh with loads of scintillating whitewash and poignant color,

In order to erase my name from the tree trunk; all I did was slice off that chunk of guilty wood; with effortless ease and incoherent strokes of my lanky pocket knife,

In order to erase my name from the birthday cake; all I did was to gobble it with an insatiable frenzy; guzzle down the most inconspicuous of ingredients adhering to my throat; over a glass of cool water,

In order to erase my name from a bonded sheet of white paper; all I did was to use a gargantuan rubber; caressing it arduously across the squalid sheet; to make the stain vanish into thin oblivion,

In order to erase my name from the transparently sparkling mirror; I applied few pints of stale liquid; got rid off the same with incredulous ease; rubbing it with a soft blanket of sponge,

In order to erase my name from the greasy kitchen table; all I did was to nonchalantly dismiss off the pool of oil; languidly towards the hollow sink,

In order to erase my name from my diabolically bald scalp; all I did was to grow a new mass of hair; which beautifully camouflaged it and shimmered magnificently
under the river of pearly moonlight,

In order to erase my name from the artificially embossed pencil tip; all I did was to chew it phlegmatically; and at the same time triggered the dormant cells of my brain to imagine till unprecedented limits,

In order to erase my name from the passionate sea shores; all I did was wait for the waves to swirl ecstatically; joyfully slap the sands and brutally dismantle the synchronized alphabets,

In order to erase my name from the swanky car windshield; all I did was to switch on the long wipers; which swiped off even the most diminutive trace of dirt; metamorphosing its demeanor as if I had just purchased it from the showroom,

In order to erase my name from my eye; all I did was to simply wink; see for myself as to how insipidly it disappeared along with my volatile film of emphatic tears,

In order to erase my name from the regional town map; all I did was to substitute it with the initials of an entity more proficient than me; more versatile than me in all respects,

In order to erase my name from the records of heinous crime; all I did was drift my life away from the most obsolete shadow of evil; spend the remainder of my breath left in philanthropically serving all mankind,

In order to erase my name from the cheque; all I did was adroitly replicate it with the profound seal of my bohemian thumb,

In order to erase my name from my friends heart; all I did was neglected him a trifle in his times of unsurpassably hopeless distress,

In order to erase my name from the robust bone; all I did was to offer it to the famished stray dog; who pulverized it within seconds into raw chowder; with the insurmountable tenacity in his teeth,

But when I tried to erase my name from hers; that very instant I transformed into worthless streams of condemnable ash; left for my heavenly abode; brutally
penalized by the Almighty; and this time without her hands in mine.

Not even the most voluptuously sensuous of clouds; surreally wandering till eternity in fathomless cosmotic space; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most tantalizingly nubile of dewdrops; profoundly shimmering in nocturnal moonlight like the ultimate queen’s garland of exotic pearls; had the
slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most invincibly Herculean mountaintops; unflinchingly towering towards the heavens in the face of the mightiest of attack; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most royally undulating seas; timelessly blessing the pristine shores with gloriously unassailable froth; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most perennially overflowing of treasuries; from which rained solely a torrentially unstoppable cascade of mystically resplendent silver and gold; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most mellifluously rejuvenating of nightingales; perpetuating the unlimitedly dreary atmosphere with miraculously ameliorating sounds; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most boundlessly burgeoning of skies; celestially reflecting an ocean of bounteously virile crystalline blue; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most vivaciously cascading droplets of rain; metamorphosing every tawdrily sinister patch of aridness on earth into a paradise of mesmerizing beauty; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most ubiquitously silken strands of the inscrutable spider’s web; aristocratically glimmering in opulently milky moonlight; had the slightest of
inspiration,

Not even the most amazingly vivid of rainbows; filtering fresh rays of optimism and hope in the forlornly dreary sky; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most redolently proliferating of soil; the magical virility which unfathomably multiplied in lightening seconds of time; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most beautifully poignant of roses; synergistically radiating their handsomely scarlet personality to every conceivable cranny of this boundless Universe; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most triumphantly blazing of Sunshine; blistering a path of irrefutably fearless righteousness in the most bashful face of blemishing defeat; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most victoriously iridescent of moonlight; unceasingly enlightening the sordidly hedonistic fabric of the wretchedly incarcerating night; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most effulgently undefeated of blood; indefatigably diffusing the spirit of intrepidly exhilarating camaraderie; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most boundlessly unfettered of deserts; the flamingly impregnable expanse of poignant golden granules; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most tranquilly bewitching of shadows; the uncannily titillating tinge of timeless mystery that they incessantly emanated; had the slightest of inspiration,

Not even the most fierily magnetic of breath; the endlessly insuperable cavern of seduction that it ignited in every tangible and intangible open space which it wholesomely enshrouded; had the slightest of inspiration,

Whilst with every beat of my heart; there unlimitedly triggered unconquerably sparkling fantasy in even the most obsolete dormitory of my brain; and I inevitably
and inspiringly wrote an infinite lines of Immortal Love Poetry; till even beyond the definitions of veritably ultimate and hopelessly silencing death.