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12.0 Clock by Nikhil Parekh

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Nikhil Parekh
(27/08/1977 / Dehradun)
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12.0 Clock
 
  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
I 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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Warren Andersen (3/6/2006 12:27:00 AM)
HEY MAN, awesome stuff.

Have you read any good books lately?
Oh yeah.
Which ones?
Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler (6/10/2005 3:37:00 PM)
i like the part about the owl.

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