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Even though I was in the heart of a crucial business
meeting; I still couldn’t fantasize about anything
else; except her immaculately ravishing eyes; the glow
that immortalized their stupendous glory; beyond the
corridors of eternity,
Even though I was in the center of the acrimonious
battlefield; with arrows and bullets venomously
ricocheting from all sides; I still couldn’t fantasize
about anything else; except her voluptuously smiling
lips,
Even though I was eating my meal after a thousand
days; desperately trying to rejuvenate my drearily
dried intestines; I still couldn’t fantasize about
anything else; except her celestially tinkling and
inscrutable feet,
Even though I was trespassing over a dungeon of
hideously lethal reptiles; I still couldn’t fantasize
about anything else; except the compassionate warmth
which diffused poignantly from her philanthropic
palms,
Even though I was being brutally thrashed with
barbaric glass; each pore of my skin bleeding towards
submission; I still couldn’t fantasize about anything
else; except her tantalizingly slender neck; which
made me insatiably wild,
Even though I was thrown uncouthly from the aircraft;
without a parachute strapped on my back; I still
couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except her
charismatically alluring eyelashes,
Even though I was given poison to drink; with each
iota of the diabolical liquid treacherously forced
into my tiny throat; I still couldn’t fantasize about
anything else; except the insurmountable titillation
of her majestic belly,
Even though I was scorching miserably; orphaned till
times beyond infinity in the midst of the heinously
sweltering desert; I still couldn’t fantasize about
anything else; except her mystically enchanting and
incredulously enthralling shadow,
Even though I had a few seconds left before being
pulverized by the satanic dinosaur; as his
preposterously pernicious form closed upon my chest; I
still couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except
her voluptuously rubicund cheeks,
Even though I was tossed like a matchstick in the sky;
after a deadly juggernaut of trucks collided head on
with my ribs; I still couldn’t fantasize about
anything else; except her magnanimously benevolent
stride,
Even though I was indiscriminately tyrannized as a
slave; lecherously forced to lick the saliva of my
master as he vomited pools of it with every sneeze; I
still couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except
her ingratiatingly melodious voice,
Even though I was ripped apart into a countless halves
by the savagely speeding tornado; I still couldn’t
fantasize about anything else; except her tumultuously
rhapsodic freedom; the supreme enchantment in her
eyes,
Even though I was whipped with waves of despicable
desolation; with all the richness of this planet
kicking me like a piece of adulterated shit; I still
couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except her
vivaciously bouncing hair,
Even though I was gruesomely burnt alive; with the
conventionally murderous society hurling every ounce of
petrol in their dwellings upon my impoverished form; I
still couldn’t fantasize about anything else except
her unbelievably rosy and delectable tongue; the
gorgeous cadence that wafted from her voice,
Even though I was sinking to the bottom of the
gargantuan ocean; with a fleet of rebellious shark
darting at whisker lengths from my body; I still
couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except her
seductively charming adams apple,
Even though I was being absorbed by the island of
flagrantly devastating hell; I still couldn’t
fantasize about anything else; except her exquisitely
embellished and artistic fingers,
Even though I was being ruthlessly asphyxiated with
threadbare rope; a horde of criminals trying their
best to slit every portion of my throat; I still
couldn’t fantasize about anything else; except her
astoundingly dangling and surreally fantastic
earlobes,
Even though I was staggering on each path of life;
licking dust even before I could alight a single foot
of mine; I still couldn’t fantasize about anything
else; except the tumultuously fiery breath that
cascaded beautifully from your nostrils,
And even though I had died centuries ago; without a
single trace of me or my rudiments now to be found on
this boundlessly majestic Universe; I still couldn’t
fantasize about anything else except her passionately
immortal heartbeats; her immortal love that had kept
me ebullient and alive; even as an insipid ghost…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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