2 Centimeters Of Brain Poem by Nikhil Parekh

As much as it could stupendously perceive; it had the power to brutally devastate,

As much as it could magnanimously harbor; it had the power to corrupt the
most sagacious of truth,

As much as it could devotionally dedicate; it had the power to conceive the most unprecedentedly lecherous existing on this planet,

As much as it could intriguingly fantasize; it had the power to parasitically drain out every iota of glorious memory,

As much as it could magically evolve; it had the power to swipe traces of blissful civilization; in lightening fractions of seconds,

As much as it could fantastically tantalize; it had the power to disastrously famish the most invincible; for centuries immemorial,

As much as it could unfathomably grasp; it had the power to diabolically relinquish; within a single wink of an eye,

As much as it could reside in perpetual realms of solitude; it had the power to fulminate more treacherously than infinite volcano's trapped beneath the earth,

As much as it could disseminate the fragrance of philanthropic mankind; it had the power to diabolically crush the immaculately impeccable in the swirl of its menacing manipulation,

As much as it could majestically accomplish; it had the power to rampantly deteriorate well beneath the rudiments of its roots,

As much as it could formidably heal; it had the power to gruesomely exacerbate the tiniest of wounds; beyond the corridors of infinite infinity,

As much as it could blossom into an island of enchanting paradise; it had the power to insidiously melt; transcending over boundaries of the most obsolete oblivion,

As much as it could divinely meditate; it had the power to indefatigably swim in torrential sea deluged with preposterously ominous sharks,

As much as it could overwhelmingly pacify; it had the power to trigger malicious fireballs of discrimination; in religions bonding as united on this earth,

As much as it could bask in the grandiloquent splendor; it had the power to recede immortally into its grave; even though it was animatedly alive,

As much as it could aristocratically relax; it had the power to tumultuously inundate benevolent goodness; with insane mad,

As much as it could ravishingly romance; it had the power to sow the seeds of despairing betrayal; in every heart it met,

As much as it could unbelievably dream; it had the power to drown in cloudbursts of cacophonic manipulation,

As much as it could unsurpassably exist; it had the power to vanish like pathetic devil; before even the winds could transgress in azure sky,

And as much as I called it my mind; believe me it had the ubiquitous power to be anybody's 2 centimeters of brain; entrenched well within the skull and shivering
inside.