12.0 Clock Poem by Nikhil Parekh

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 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.