In The Current Moment Poem by Nikhil Parekh

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 liberating 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.