Life = Death - volume 2 - Poems on Life , Death

by Nikhil Parekh

  testaments of painstaking perseverance,

  At times an ultimate harbinger of celestial peace; while at times marauding your brain with a boundless mountain of; compulsively crippling thoughts and prejudice,

  At times a waterfall of voluptuously seductive glory titillating you till times beyond eternity; while at times an ominous maelstrom of intractable difficulty; penalizing you from every ostensible side,

  At times a thunderbolt of ingenious innovation; while at times a disastrously insane wastrel; infiltrating you with daggerheads of insipidly debilitating nothingness,

  At times a garden of stupendously enthralling vivaciousness; while at times an unsparingly acrid blade that menacingly greeted you; at every step that you transgressed,

  At times a gorgeously enthralling paradise of bestowing scent; while at times an assiduously testing examination of the severest of odds; making you wither into a penurious shadow of disdainful remorse and neglect,

  At times an ecstatic whirlpool of rejuvenating freshness entirely metamorphosing the complexion of your abominably bedraggled life; while at times a corpse of baseless tensions; depriving you of even the most infinitesimal wink of sleep,

  At times an irrefutably triumphant medallion of blazing victory; while at times insidiously lambasting you with swords of monotonously mundane

  commercialism and abhorrent malice,

  At times the most candidly blissful reflection of your impeccable soul; while at times tumultuously besieging your entire countenance; with heinously incarcerating

  beads of impeding sweat,

  At times the tantalizingly exotic carpet of the gregariously twinkling night; while at times a vociferously crumbling sea of disparaging despair; viciously hurtling you from your most unequivocally consolidated place in pragmatic existence,

  At times a mountain of unconquerably Herculean strength safeguarding you against the most treacherously salacious evil; while at times an inscrutable cistern of black magic; invidiously transforming your every wish into a mirage of meaninglessness,

  At times an unassailable inferno of divine righteousness transcending you above the most immaculate angels in fathomless sky; while at times a savagely tyrannical panther; instilling in you an insatiably unending flame of lecherous greed,

  At times the most priceless elixir to ebulliently bounce in every instant of rhapsodic survival; while at times vengefully slapping you with whirlwinds of defeat; staring with uncouth barbarism in your innocent eyes,

  At times a resplendently robust fruit culminating into rays of revitalizingly Omnipotent hope; while at times more slippery than the surreptitiously perilous eel;

  triggering you to plummet headon on a snake of slithering nonchalance,

  And at times an immortal bonding of existence bountifully coalescing you with all those whom you pricelessly loved; while at times more sardonically bitter than venom could ever have tasted; such was the vacillating chapter of vibrant life.

  27. 12.0 CLOCK?

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  12.0 Clock. A moment when the voluptuous seduction of ingratiating blackness; enshrouded each frazzled nerve of mine with silken sensuousness,

  12.0 Clock. A moment when overwhelmingly enchanting melody; whispered a tale of profound mysticism in my frantically insane and bereaved ears,

  12.0 Clock. A moment when a carpet of rejuvenating serenity blissfully infiltrated into my lunatically manipulative life; celestially placating every inexplicably traumatic thought of mine,

  12.0 Clock. A moment when the entire Universe outside seemed to be a mesmerizing paradise; with an unfathomable ocean of benign goodness; profusely encapsulating every ingredient of my tyrannically lambasted blood,

  12.0 Clock. A moment when the resplendently milky light of the charismatic Moon titillated me till times immemorial; bathing me in a cistern of wonderfully enamoring beauty,

  12.0 Clock. A moment when an unsurpassable garden of reinvigorating scent encompassed my disastrously staggering stride; triumphantly urging me to embed the

  flag of philanthropic victory; on the path of righteous mankind,

  12.0 Clock. A moment when tantalizingly cool breeze exuberantly brushed through my dolorously dwindling eyes; transpiring me to fantastically erupt in an unrelenting cocoon of; spell binding fantasy,

  12.0 Clock. A moment of unbelievably rapturous delight; when the rustling of the vivacious trees; seemed like the eternal heavens had bountifully descended down,

  12.0 Clock. A moment which metamorphosed the complexion of my beleaguered lips to a poignant crimson; triggering in me the insatiable urge to blend with all sensuously exotic beauty around,

  12.0 Clock. A moment when aristocratic waves of tranquility; miraculously changed the definition of my haplessly shattering life; to a civilization of perennially blossoming freshness,

  12.0 Clock. A moment that blissfully redefined every aspect of my monotonously mundane survival; enlightening each of my hopelessly crippling footsteps; with a reservoir of unconquerably heavenly newness,

  12.0 Clock. A moment which regally painted the impoverished kaleidoscope of my dithering existence with an incomprehensible valley of vibrant color; making me wholesomely believe in the harmoniously benevolent principles of; priceless humanity,

  12.0 Clock. A moment when the relentless stare of the vividly striped owl; tumultuously evoked me to conceive beyond the realms of the sparklingly

  extraordinary; diffuse into a flower of innovative freshness; every unfurling minute of my existence,

  12.0 Clock. A moment which impregnated my lackadaisically nonchalant life with astronomically unending spice; as the magnificently eclectic frequency of the atmosphere; lit a lantern of love through every vein of my persona,

  12.0 Clock. A moment fabulously relieving me of even the most infinitesimal of tensions; deluging the canvas of my beautifully scintillating breath; with ubiquitously untamed euphoria,

  12.0 Clock. A moment which royally catapulted me beyond all sinful apprehensions of pragmatic life; as majestically coalesced with the aisles of unending desire; for infinite more births yet to come,

  12.0 Clock. A moment when there seemed nothing but the ravishing scent of the unassailably princely rose; as the petals of my lugubriously despairing life; bloomed

  full throttle towards the pathways of insurmountable excitement,

  12.0 Clock. A moment when the breath that nondescriptly diffused from my nostrils; suddenly incinerated an invincible cloudburst of romantic passion; in the pathetically fading atmosphere,

  O! Yes. 12.0 Clock. A moment when the stringently conventional society outside snored ludicrously; incarcerated well within the asphyxiating agony of quilts and spurious air-conditioner; while my heart had just commenced to sing the beats of love and life; as it was now fascinating midnight.?

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  28. MONEY??

  You could metamorphose into an impeccable saint; and then incessantly castigate it; for its salaciously treacherous and hideously ungainly intent,

  You could step into the shoes of an immaculate angel; and then indefatigably rebuke it; for corrupting the fabric of the celestially blissful atmosphere,

  You could transform into a bountifully blessing cloud; and then irascibly condemn it; for its baseless proportions of abhorrently stinking malice,

  You could wholesomely blend with harmonious goodness; and then unrelentingly pulverize it; for its heinously malicious waves of insidious remorsefulness,

  You could uplift your soul to the bountifully everlasting heavens; and then relentlessly ostracize it; for its lecherously vindictive swirl; that perfidiously infiltrated the fabric of innocuous humanity,

  You could catapult to the summit of patriotically blazing freedom; and then unrelentingly abuse it; for its spell of disdainfully abominable commercialism and

  horrifically ghastly captivity,

  You could blissfully traverse on a blanket of unequivocally scintillating pearls; and then unstoppably slander it; for being a pertinently perilous i
nsect; satanically sucking blood from all living beings,

  You could embellish yourself with flames of stupendously unassailable honesty; and then timelessly decimate it; for its waves of discordantly unwarranted prejudice,

  You could reach the? corridors of rhapsodically eternal paradise; and then intractably slash at it; for it being an intolerable impediment; that traumatically poisoned one and all; in their way to holistic righteousness,

  You could drown yourself in the winds of enchantingly sensuous melody; and then ruthlessly crucify it; for its nonchalantly monotonous caress of the; radiantly blooming society,

  You could become a fulminating ray of dazzling Sunshine; and then tirelessly exonerate it with your candid voice; for not functioning according to the principles

  of the; Almighty divine,

  You could transcend beyond the realms of benign goodness; and then unsparingly whip it; for diffusing a path of murderous war; all across God's most ravishingly splendid continent,

  You could dance in the aisles of marvelous empathy; and then savagely shoot it; for lethally disobeying the ideals of symbiotic existence; diffusing vindictive hatred in the hearts of one and all; alike,

  You could chant the most sacred mantras on this Universe; and then unflinchingly squelch upon it; for its merciless ways of leading life; for the sinister darkness of ill will that it instilled in passionately palpitating hearts,

  You could synergistically epitomize all resplendently beautiful on this colossal planet; and then tyrannically distort it; for being so brutal on all those innocuously wandering; under the carpet of heavenly life,

  You could bask ingratiatingly in the glory of profoundly impeccable moonlight; and then intransigently demolish it; for its icicles of cowardliness; that degraded the existence of every organism alive,

  You could intrepidly clamber up the slopes of exhilarating adventure; and then fearlessly bang it; for its stench of surreptitious badness; acridly pilfering into the lives of innocuous mankind,

  And do what you could; rebuke it; perennially annihilate it; diabolically spit on its cacophonically bereaved soul; excoriate it apart into an infinite pieces,

  But you knew as much as I did today; that it was the cardinal reason of our existence; with the rest of the planet following us unequivocally on the same footsteps,

  For all those who proclaimed that they were fathomless miles away from it; still indispensably needed it; as every speck of luxuriously opulent cloth on their

  bodies; every bit of resplendently replenishing meal in their famished stomachs; every bit of bullet proof roof sequestering their heads; was partly due to it; such was the power of hateful; yet pacifying money.

  29. GREATEST ART

  The greatest art was not in clambering unsurpassably coldblooded mountains; with overwhelmingly poignant and adroit precision; barefoot,

  The greatest art was not in stupendously encapsulating the beauty of the fathomless cosmos; in threadbare sheets of barren paper; singlehandedly,

  The greatest art was not in racing swanky cars on avalanches of heartless ice; dexterously swerving an indefatigable number of times to degrees of extraordinarily beautiful precision; naked bodied,

  The greatest art was not in flying umpteenth kites at a single time; celestially maneuvering countless strings of infinitesimal thread in gusty sky; towering

  on the tip of your big toe,

  The greatest art was not in erecting majestically palatial edifices in lightening seconds of time; inundating boundless kilometers of arid landscape with indomitable concrete jungles; in just a single breath,

  The greatest art was not in astoundingly memorizing limitless jargons of patriotically blazing literature; tirelessly reciting them to the entire planet; in just a single

  flash of an eye,

  The greatest art was not in adventurously diving to the rock bottom of the truculently stormy ocean; sustain life amidst the satanic battalion of sharks and crabs beneath; for times immemorial,

  The greatest art was not in impeccably prognosticating the destiny of one and all on this endless earth; astonishingly chronicling even the most minuscule of event to yet unfurl; in bleary eyed dawn,

  The greatest art was not in eclectically controlling an unfathomable horde of rampant serpents; fearlessly entwining them all around your scarlet cheeks; without the

  tiniest bead of sweat,

  The greatest art was not in staring relentlessly at the profoundly blistering Sun; dazzling into a patriotic saga of Herculean bravery; handsomely unfettered,

  The greatest art was not in emulating every conceivable voice on this enamoring Universe; with unconquerably marvelous artistry in the innermost chords of your throat; like supreme Omnipotence sweeping all evil,

  The greatest art was not in grazing insurmountable flocks of innocuous sheep in a harmoniously single row; to the enigmatically magical movements of your nimble fingers; in blissfully unassailable unison,

  The greatest art was not in weaving countless lines of gloriously imperial literature; fulminating even the most infidel ingredient of your blood; for the rhapsodically untamed ocean of your versatility,

  The greatest art was not in devouring even the most sordidly acrimonious stones; digesting even the most hedonistically salacious of impediments; without a single burp,

  The greatest art was not in inhaling every speck of exhilarating breeze on this invincible globe; inundating the cushion of your lungs with enchanting sensuousness; for infinite more births yet to unravel,

  The greatest art was not in brilliantly standing first at every cranny of existence; Omnipresently solemnizing your diminutive countenance as the very best; till centuries even beyond your veritable time,

  The greatest art was not in flamboyantly embellishing your dreary countenance with the most exquisitely fantastic satin on this planet; diffusing into a wave of indefatigably priceless color on every step that you intricately tread,

  The greatest art was not in infectiously triggering everyone around you into whirlpools of insatiably hilarious laughter; metamorphosing every globule of

  sullenness into an impregnable mountain of humanitarian smiles,

  For as long as this exotically fructifying earth has existed; as long as God has chosen organism to diffuse into an unendingly exuberant sea of tangy breath; as long as symbiotically immortal love has blossomed in every holistic heart; the greatest art has always been and will forever be; leading each moment of survival to the absolute fullest; wholeheartedly accepting every shade of inexplicably fabulous life; just as it

  unabashedly comes.

  30. A DEATH MORE HORRIFIC THAN WHAT DEATH COULD EVER BE?

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  I didn't know whether to plunge into the well of treacherously vindictive scorpions; or whether to hang myself insanely upside down from the cadaverously gleaming gallows,

  I didn't know whether to chop my skull into an infinite fragments with the merciless butcher knife; or whether to let every conceivable parasite on this boundless planet to uninhibitedly suck blood from my derogatorily diminishing veins,

  I didn't know whether to stand bare-chested in the way of the unrelentingly unsparing avalanches; or whether to lecherously drown to the rock bottom of the deep ocean; with an unsurpassable battalion of sinister crabs in my mouth,

  I didn't know whether to torch my skin alive in a gutter of insidiously adulterated kerosene; or whether to ruthlessly excoriate every iota of my nimble skin; from the top of my brutally emaciated bones,

  I didn't know whether to lethally gouge my eyes with ghoulishly blood coated thorns; or whether to shatter my entire countenance into a countless fragments; sadistically banging my body against the venomously cold-blooded rocks,

  I didn't know whether to bury myself alive infinite feet beneath sinking soil; or whether to surrender myself to every construable bit of disparagingly convoluted badness; on the trajectory of this gigantic planet,

  I didn't know whether to indefatigably sip vials of hedonistically
ghastly poison; or whether to get gored full throttle; by the acrimoniously piercing thorns of the savagely marauding bull,

  I didn't know whether to barbarously slash the trembling veins of my palm with perfidiously criminal blades; or whether to make a ludicrously grotesque barbecue of myself for the unscrupulously wandering termites,

  I didn't know whether to lividly wither like a despondently crackled leaf; or whether to leap naked fleshed from the pinnacle of the sky; to crunch my every bone with stray pebbles and rocks on earth beneath,

  I didn't know whether to let the demons crucify me on the sacrificing altar torturously sucking every speck of my exuberance under the acridly sweltering Sun; or whether to raunchily take every pistol bullet that hurtled pugnaciously in serene air; right in the center of my head,