Nikhil Parekh (27/08/1977 / Dehradun)

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Cursed Terrorism

The bird of ghastly terrorism might undoubtedly fly all right; but without the most ethereal trace of direction; and miserably collapsing in its non-existent grave; as its decayed wings woefully crumbled mid-air,

The waterfall of indiscriminate terrorism might undoubtedly cascade all right; but it never was able to touch even an inconspicuous iota of pricelessly venerated soil,

The car of crucifying terrorism might undoubtedly chug forward all right; but it soon uncontrollably exploded into such an inferno of indecipherable nothingness; that was impossible to find even in the corpses of obliviously paralytic hell,

The soil of sadistic terrorism might undoubtedly sprout all right; but every fruit which it dared to parsimoniously bear; salaciously sank an infinite feet beneath worthless mud; even before they could kiss the first beams of morning light,

The clouds of unforgivable terrorism might undoubtedly rain all right; but every globule of water that they satanically oozed; was that of venomously cannibalistic and mercilessly slandering blood,

The mountains of slavering terrorism might undoubtedly stand all right; but every epitome of theirs was shamefully and sinfully inverted; like the endlessly outstretched palms of the cadaverously wailing beggar; who never ever witnessed even the most insouciant trifle of wealth all his wretchedly impoverished life,

The eyes of nondescript terrorism might undoubtedly see all right; but every ray that radiated from their whites metamorphosed into the most remorsefully maiming graveyard of deplorable blackness; even in insuperably flaming Sunlight,

The tree of vindictive terrorism might undoubtedly fructify all right; but every of its leaf charred you to the most inconsolably pathetic extinction; instead of mollifying every frazzled nerve of yours with mesmerizing shade,

The sea of unsparing terrorism might undoubtedly swirl all right; but each of its demonically asphyxiating wave; drowned you into a mortuary of wanton meaninglessness; even before you could emanate your first or last breath,

The Sun of frigid terrorism might undoubtedly shine all right; but every of its criminally diabolical ray; could foment nothing else but only tirelessly beheading nightfall; even in the peak of irrefutably blistering day,

The Moon of brutal terrorism might undoubtedly twinkle all right; but every of its deliriously surreptitious beams; metamorphosed even the most impeccably divine child; into an unstoppably marauding dinosaur of perverted crime,

The mirrors of agonizing terrorism might undoubtedly reflect all right; but every image that they lividly portrayed; was that of the vengefully bombarding and bizarrely demented devil,

The sky of ominous terrorism might undoubtedly stretch all right; but even the most transiently feckless ounce of space in it; irretrievably and solely belonged to the coffins of despicably pulverizing hell,

The veins of heartless terrorism might undoubtedly bleed all right; but every droplet of blood that they frenetically oozed; bore the color of carnivorously amorphous and unsurpassably lackadaisical nothingness,

The meadows of tyrannical terrorism might undoubtedly dew all right; but globule of sanctimoniously ironical golden; was the most unconquerably despicable venom that planet earth could ever produce,

The mouth of truculent terrorism might undoubtedly speak all right; but every word that it rambunctiously uttered; was the most ignominiously sinful abuse on the grace of the Omnisciently Almighty Lord,

The shadows of acrimonious terrorism might undoubtedly lurk all right; but timelessly impregnating only germs of baselessly excoriating fear; in one and all; disgustingly alike,

The nostrils of plagued terrorism might undoubtedly breathe all right; but each puff of air that they notoriously inhaled; buried them deeper and deeper into the most horrendously torturous gorges of inveterate death,

And the heart of cursed terrorism might undoubtedly throb all right; but each beat that it penuriously diffused; barbarously incarcerated every single organism on this fathomless planet; into chains of hedonistically assassinating war and limitless hatred….

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Nikhil Parekh
Submitted: Wednesday, June 01, 2005


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