Life = Death - volume 4 - Poems on Life , Death

by Nikhil Parekh

  world today,

  Just as the virgin pearl undyingly continues to majestically symbolize every caste; creed; color and race on this earth peacefully and  alike; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the

  mercilessly pulverizing world today,

  Just as the unconquerable sky perpetually continues to be roof to every single organism on this limitlessly ebullient Universe; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the precariously vindictive world today,

  Just as the immortal heart unstoppably continues to throb for the spirit of Omnisciently eternal love; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the manipulatively sneering world today,

  Just as the undefeated conscience forever continues to burn in the flame of the ultimate altruistic truth; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the baselessly asphyxiating world today,

  Similarly you too; eternally continue to inundate every dolorously barren bit of paper; with the words of Omnipresent truth that miraculously drifted from your pen O! blessed writer; irrespective of whether you get or don’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the heartlessly dwindling world today. 

 

  41. PLEASE REMEMBER ALL THE ANSWERS

  Ask the pristinely large eyed child; as to how does it feel after losing both his parents; to the most tragically unfortunate and demonically pulverizing of car crash?

  Ask the century old royal tree; as to how does it feel after being ruthlessly uprooted from its compassionate mother soil; just for viciously illuminating; the politician’s every spurious bonfire night?

  Ask the majestically unabashed ocean; as to how does it feel after cold-bloodedly scurrilous man indiscriminately used it for the most derogatory nuclear experimentation; unstoppably killed its aristocratic fish and life; for his worthlessly

  impotent cuisine?

  Ask the eternally burgeoning mother; as to how does she feel after the most priceless ingredient of her womb; her son; was eventually beheaded by the enemy camp; who’d being diabolically torturing him since times immemorial?

  Ask the unsurpassably towering building; as to how does it feel after the brutally devastating earthquake; which uncompromisingly rattled and shattered the foundations of all races and times?

 

  Ask the adroitly blissful fish; as to how does it feel after being heartlessly placed in the unsparingly simmering oven; after relishing and replenishing each element of its life; as the ultimate queen of the fathomless sea?

  Ask the bounteously spawning soil; as to how does it feel after being barbarously ploughed with the most invidiously carnivorous pickaxes of menacing steel; in

  man’s rapacious thirst to discover and strike gold?

  Ask the vivaciously enamoring rainbow; as to how does it feel after the clouds and rain wholesomely disappeared; with nothing else but the indefatigably blazing Sun evaporating every conceivable thing in the atmosphere?

  Ask the exuberantly ecstatic youngster; as to how does it feel after being subjected to the direct wrath of the atom bomb; being further left alongwith countless more of his generations to crawl without arms and legs; upon salaciously cold ground?

  Ask the fearlessly true soldier; as to how does it feel after being gracefully handed back to his respective country by the opposition; and then being addressed as an infertile traitor for the remainder of his life?

  Ask the redolently unconquerable rose; as to how does it feel after each of its compassionate petal in infinite millions of its kind; were sinfully plucked and then pervertedly flushed down the lavatory hole?

  Ask the tantalizingly moistened dewdrop; as to how does it feel after the acrimoniously unsparing rays of the belligerent summer; evaporated even the most

  infinitesimal ounce of it; till times immemorial?

  Ask the convivially ebullient bird; as to how does it feel after the pugnaciously acid coated kite string; satanically cut the impregnably united mass of its wings; into a worthless two?

  Ask the independently invincible flag; as to how does it feel after being conquered and replaced; by the flag of ominously incarcerating and deplorably ribald dictatorship?

  Ask the unassailably humanitarian blood; as to how does it feel after being amorphously dissected into the devilish boundaries and vindictive differences of

  color/caste/creed and tribe?

  Ask the ecstatically twinkling eye; as to how does it feel after being subjected to infinite billion tears of sheer hopelessness; inflicted by the venomous commercialism of this treacherously manipulative world today?

  Ask the endlessly fantasizing brain; as to how does it feel after being subjected to unendingly sadistic germs of monotony; in order to carry forward the inevitable swirl of pragmatically massacring life?

  Ask the immortally passionate heart; as to how does it feel after being hedonistically poisoned with the inconsolable mortuaries; of demonically asphyxiating betrayal?

  And the next time you ever feel sad; or hopelessly insignificant; or inexplicably depressed for no ostensible reason and rhyme; even after possessing all of God’s impregnably enamoring endowments upon mankind intact; then please for heaven sake do remember all the answers.

  42. IN THE CURRENT MOMENT 

  Whatever bountifully good and resplendent; or the most hideously torturous chambers of unforgivably carcinogenic disaster; on the trajectory of this timelessly enthralling Universe,

  Whatever unconquerably righteous and truthful; or the most sinfully perverted anecdotes of brutally sanctimonious lies; on the map of this boundlessly bewitching Universe,

  Whatever peerlessly blazing and optimistic; or the most satanically unbearable lanes of deliriously inconsolable dastardliness; on the firmament of this eternally rhapsodic Universe,

  Whatever philanthropically symbiotic and victorious; or the most sadistically malevolent gutters of shamefully uxorious defeat; on the ladder of this unabashedly magnetic Universe,

  Whatever magically potent and proliferating; or the most tautologically destructive battlefields of egregiously evaporating infertility; on the mist of this gigantically undefeated Universe,

  Whatever miraculously altruistic and benevolent; or the most criminally unforgivable wars of demonically excoriating terrorism; on the notebook of this fathomlessly mesmerizing Universe,

  Whatever enchantingly synergistic and beautiful; or the most dementedly disgusting form of venomously prejudiced ugliness; on the wall of this fantastically bestowing Universe,

  Whatever charismatically blessed and humanitarian; or the most sacrilegiously condemnable hollows of diabolically parasitic inhumanity; on the playground of this interminably fecund Universe,

  Whatever effulgently boisterous and youthful; or the most deplorably shriveled skins of deplorably extinguishing old age; on the cradle of this unbelievably ameliorating Universe,

  Whatever unconquerably sparkling and virgin; or the most parasitically  bigoted thrones of manipulatively adulterated politics; on the canvas of this incredulously magnanimous Universe,

  Whatever brilliantly honest and persevering; or the most abysmally distorted mortuaries of haplessly asphyxiating laziness; on the filament of this regally

  sacred Universe,

  Whatever perspicaciously virtuous and candid; or the most disdainfully circumlocuted routes of hedonistically disoriented deceit; on the periphery of this vividly placating Universe,

  Whatever blessedly innocuous and peaceful; or the most vociferously cadaverous graveyards of indiscriminately impoverished war; on the roof of this spell-bindingly

  euphoric Universe,

  Whatever dedicatedly benign and godly; or the most worthlessly stagnating carcasses of the unforgivably wailing agnostic; on the territories of this aristocratically unlimited Universe,

  Whatever victoriously liber
ating and fragrant; or the most lividly decaying stench of maniacally lambasting slavery; on the apogees of this perennially spawning Universe,

  Whatever beautifully unparalleled and replenishing; or the most inexhaustibly imbecile pangs of demonically uncurbed hunger; on the shores of this unlimitedly

  fertile Universe,

  Whatever immortally compassionate and faithful; or the most unsavorily gory winds of heinously paralyzing infidelity; on the pores of this supremely panoramic Universe,

  Whatever unshakably Omnipresent and lively; or the most excruciatingly crucifying cries of intolerably maiming death; on the strings of this unimaginably versatile Universe,

  Every conceivable shade of life exists not in the obliviously sluggish past; and neither in the inexplicably unknown future; but infact and irrefutably in the unconquerable Now; in this very current moment.

  43. AFTER BATHING IN THE FIRST SHOWERS OF PRICELESS RAIN 

  The most haplessly swishing of arid hair; suddenly metamorphosed into the most ravishingly titillating fronds of supreme ecstasy; after bathing in the first showers of golden rain; that so celestially tumbled from fathomless sky,

  The most abjectly chapped lips; suddenly metamorphosed into the most lusciously pink lotus’s of voluptuous glory; after bathing in the first showers of priceless rain; that so unabashedly tumbled from enchanting sky,

  The most drearily pulverized soles suddenly metamorphosed into the most exhilarating pathways of an intrepidly optimistic tomorrow; after bathing in the first showers of inimitable rain; that so peerlessly tumbled from ebullient sky,

  The most deliriously thwarted of brains suddenly metamorphosed into the most spell bindingly intriguing civilizations of sparkling newness; after bathing in the first showers of voluptuous rain; that so majestically tumbled from triumphant sky,

  The most exhaustedly flustered of palms suddenly metamorphosed into the most invincibly philanthropic pillars of united strength; after bathing in the first showers of exultating rain; that so uninhibitedly tumbled from infallible sky,

  The most demonically constipated of bellies suddenly metamorphosed into the most vivaciously dancing fairies of the tantalizing night; after bathing in the first showers of inscrutable rain; that so poignantly tumbled from ubiquitous sky,

  The most morosely sulking eyes suddenly metamorphosed into the most eternally fructifying cisterns of benign happiness; after bathing in the first showers of astounding rain; that so unwontedly tumbled from limitless sky,

  The most dismally febrile and shivering teeth suddenly metamorphosed into the most immaculately amazing pearls of exuberance; after bathing in the first showers of royal rain; that so spectacularly tumbled from charismatic sky,

  The most lividly deteriorating of pallid skins suddenly metamorphosed into the most miraculously proliferating nests of freshness; after bathing in the first showers of replenishing rain; that so magically tumbled from passionate sky,

  The most discriminatingly bigoted of blood suddenly metamorphosed into the most unassailable waterfall of unshakably glorious humanity; after bathing in the first showers of effulgent rain; that so sensuously tumbled from undefeatable sky,

  The most meaninglessly yawning of mouths suddenly metamorphosed into the most insuperably emollient heavens of creative energy; after bathing in the first showers of mesmerizing rain; that so seductively tumbled from resplendent sky,

  The most disastrously flabbergasted of bones suddenly metamorphosed into the most handsomely unconquerable apogees of patriotism; after bathing in the first showers of virile rain; that so unrelentingly tumbled from unimpeachable sky,

  The most despondently squelched of spines suddenly metamorphosed into the most compassionately electrifying beanstalks of sensitivity; after bathing in the first showers of fecund rain; that so indefatigably tumbled from vibrant sky,

  The most barbarously robotic of fingers suddenly metamorphosed into the most invincibly burgeoning lanes of ubiquitous artistry; after bathing in the first showers of gregarious rain; that so unbelievably tumbled from azure sky,

  The most pugnaciously commercial of destinies suddenly metamorphosed into the most unfathomably bewildering meadows of salivating desire; after bathing in the first showers of vivid rain; that so copiously tumbled from unending sky,

  The most vindictively asphyxiated of ears suddenly metamorphosed into the most serenading labyrinths of intricate intimacy; after bathing in the first showers of ameliorating rain; that so fantastically tumbled from egalitarian sky,

  The most dejectedly flailing of necks suddenly metamorphosed into the most excitedly reverberating summits of Everest; after bathing in the first showers of adventurous rain; that so effeminately tumbled from aristocratic sky,

  The most pervertedly impotent of personalities suddenly metamorphosed into the most incessantly evolving oceans of godly fertility; after bathing in the first showers of Omnipotent rain; that so uncompromisingly tumbled from erudite sky,

  And the most satanically betraying of hearts suddenly metamorphosed into the most perpetually blessing calendars of all-time immortal love; after bathing in the first showers of holistic rain; that so everlastingly tumbled from bountiful sky.

  44. WHO SAYS THAT THE PHOTOGRAPH WAS LIFELESS ? 

  Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unlimitedly ignited passion when we rolled on profusely rain soaked grass; as marvelously as its peerlessly infallible contours,

  Nonone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unconquerably divinely embrace under the optimistically rising Sun; as majestically as its flawlessly twinkling contours,

  Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unassailably ardent emotion as we uninhibitedly divulged the innermost arenas of our heart; as aristocratically as its victoriously unimpeachable contours,

  Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; fervently tracing each pore of our skins like the greatest of artists; as its triumphantly benign contours,

  Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; endlessly humming an infinite unabashed tunes of freshly found happiness; as its poignantly enthralling contours,

  Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; insuperably glorious unity; when we clung to each other like never before in the profoundly tangy waves of the undulating ocean; as its inimitably undefeated contours,

  Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; eternally unfettered playfulness when we poked each other in the ribs with our bohemian toe; as its regally unshakable contours,

  Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; insatiably magnetic arousal; when every conceivable hair on our skin stood up till the ultimate peak of Everest; as its peerlessly innocuous contours,

  Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unwontedly exhilarating nakedness; when we tantalizingly chased each other in the rapturously moonless night; as its gregariously unbiased contours,

  Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; everlastingly voluptuous intimacy; when the most luscious tinge of our lips blended with the fabric of the entire Universe; as its earnestly sparkling contours,

  Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; bewitchingly unparalleled ecstasy; when we fearlessly intermingled each of our breaths in the broadest of daylight; as its affably immaculate contours,

  Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; innocently unconquerable passion; when we timelessly stared into the inscrutable whites of our eyes; as its marvelously endowed contours,

  Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; intrepidly emancipating adventure; when we tirelessly explored every seductively enrapturing pathway of mother nature; as its amiably mesmerizing contours,

  Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; pricelessly humanitarian bonding; when we forever and ardently coalesced each finger of our palms irrespective
of caste/creed/color or tribe; as its splendidly replenishing contours,

  Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; triumphantly unceasing exultation; when we’d eaten the first meal of our life together in the same altruistic leaf; as its handsomely befitting contours,

  Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; extraordinarily reverberating sensuousness; when we traced even the most inconspicuous bone of our shivering spines with our tongues; as its iridescently blessed contours,

  Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; symbiotically redolent proliferation; when we held our new born baby daughter in our delightedly effervescent palms; as its adroitly chiseled contours,