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A person eats; because of the insatiable hunger of his
stomach; the unrelenting pangs of famished gluttony;
playing cats and dogs with his impoverished
intestines,
A person sleeps; because of the overwhelming
dreariness circumventing his eyelids; the
insurmountable tiredness enveloping his feet and each
of his exhausted senses,
A person desires; because of his intriguingly restless
mind; wandering in umpteenth number of exotic
directions; in a single complete minute,
A person kills; because of the insane lunatic freely
philandering in some part of his countenance; his
delirious desire to avenge the uncouth massacres that
struck his beloved,
A person gallops; because of the ardent tenacity in
the muscles of his feet; his irrevocable yearning to
achieve the most exuberant targets in life,
A person sings; because of the unfathomable melody
trapped in the agonized chords of his throat; an
eternal yearning lingering in his soul; to blend with
all the ravishingly beautiful on this colossal planet,
A person laughs; because of the ebullient state of
fantasy he rhapsodically enjoys; all the good things
that stir up revolutionary miracles in his life,
A person cries; because of horrendous pain engulfing
his dwindling visage; the inexplicable trauma embedded
in each ingredient of his veins,
A person trusts; because of the innermost voice of his
conscience; incessantly urging him to blossom into
immortal bonds of friendship,
A person hates; because of ghastly circumstances which
compel him to slither miserably on cold ground; while
his fellow compatriots snored in the aisles of opulent
luxury and salacious lechery,
A person embraces; because of the fulminating agony in
his chest; the piece of restlessly inconspicuous
caricature that he was rendered; when he lived life in
realms of disgusting isolation,
A person evolves; because of the mesmerizing mysticism
of this fathomless planet; the intricately ingenious
dormitories of his brain; perpetuating to create
astounding paradise,
A person procreates; because of the inevitable
mechanisms of his fertile persona; his intransigent
urge to leave his mark upon the planet; even after he
died,
A person devastates; because of the things most
cherished to his heart deserting him in his face;
metamorphosing his every ambition of life into
infinitesimal bits of threadbare chowder,
A person angers; because of bizarre provocation to his
impeccable senses; the uncannily miserable feeling of
losing his invincible stranglehold on things which
were his tireless slave,
A person possesses; because of his incomprehensible
feeling to care; his inherently augmenting virtue to
defend his mate in every pain,
A person shares; because of the uninhibited spirit of
freedom encapsulating his demeanor; the irrevocable
longing in each of his veins to benevolently donate
till the time he celestially exists,
A person loves; because of the immortal beating of his
philanthropic heart; the inferno of unsurpassable
attraction; that made him incessantly feel in the land
of the divine,
And a person lives; only because God wants him to;
till the time God wants him to; and for countless more
births till God wants him to take birth again,
Romantically discovering and exploring; more
importantly disseminating the irrefutably sacred
essence of humanity; enlightening each cranny of earth
with the Omnipotent light of life
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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