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  117.     

Who's Bothered The Tiniest Of Death

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm terribly afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember those divinely eyes of yours; the unparalleled empathy for every fraternity of living kind enshrouding them; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm uncontrollably afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember those magical palms of yours; which forever erased every sorrow from the fathomless fabric of mankind; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm indescribably afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember those benign ears of yours which heard and befriended every voice from the heart on this earth; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm endlessly afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember those Omnipotent footprints of yours which invincibly lead all forms of altruistic goodness; to the ultimate corridors of utopian heaven,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm unfathomably afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember those miraculously ameliorating lips of yours—which metamorphosed every insinuation of disparity into a paradise of oneness; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm limitlessly afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember those Omniscient lines of your forehead; which poignantly depicted the destiny of every palpitating organism on this Universe; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm unceasingly afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember that inimitably unconquerable majesty of your caress—which took all my pains forever and ever and ever; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm terribly afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember that eternally enlightening voice of yours—which silenced the mightiest shriek of the devil forever; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm unthinkably afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember those innumerable miracles that you inexhaustibly spurned out of lifeless air; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm treacherously afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember that divinely nose of yours which mischievously cuddled every child irrespective of caste/creed/or color—thereby giving it a brand new life; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm unexplainably afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember that impregnable freshness that radiated from your countenance; which perpetuated an infinite civilizations of symbiotic togetherness; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm inconsolably afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember your Omnipotence fragrance; which gave a whole new direction to every despairingly flailing element of life; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm intransigently afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember your unparalleled magnetic voice—which quelled every idiosyncratically perverted imagery forever; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm irretrievably afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember your astounding prowess to blend earth with sky-at a singleton swish of your godly thumb; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm maniacally afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember the unassailable silkenness of your persona—which charmed even the most hideous of devils to fall at your feet; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm overwhelmingly afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember that heavenly spontaneity that profusely dribbled from your soul—uninhibitedly embracing one and all on this boundless Universe; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm inescapably afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember that immortal heart of yours; whose each insuperable beat blessed every cranny of this gigantic Universe with the power of truth; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I'm inexorably afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember that unmatched signature of yours—which forever bore the ultimate seal of this entire enchanting planet; after I die,

Who's bothered the tiniest of death; but I'm continuously afraid that I'd never ever be able to remember that eternal sparkle in even the most evanescent of your shadow—which bestowed upon the power to royally survive as the richest organism for an infinite more lifetimes; after I die.
 
Nikhil Parekh

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  118.     

Till Death Do Us Apart

Till death do us apart; we will intransigently continue to harmoniously sing together; deluge every cranny of the gloomily frustrated atmosphere; with ebulliently euphoric sounds,

Till death do us apart; we will indefatigably continue to tantalizingly dance together; resplendently trigger the voluptuousness of the exotic night; with untamed fireballs of augmenting compassion,

Till death do us apart; we will irrevocably continue to wholeheartedly laugh together; endeavoring our bestto ignite the smiles of priceless humanity; on every lecherous face inundated with remorsefully debilitating disease,

Till death do us apart; we will relentlessly continue to uninhibitedly philander together; blissfully frolicking in the aisles of rhapsodic desire and benign happiness; for centuries immemorial,

Till death do us apart; we will unitedly continue to coalesce all mankind together; try our ultimate best to melange all religions; caste; creed and tribe alike; in the sea of glittering humanity,

Till death do us apart; we will sensuously continue to fantasize together; fabulously wander in the lanes of bountifully bequeathing paradise; romancing with every
element of the fathomlessly majestic beauty around,

Till death do us apart; we will immutably continue to discover together; evolving a fantastically new township of vivacious grace and incredulously astounding intrigue; on every step that we holistically tread,

Till death do us apart; we will irrefutably continue to bless together; bestowing an unfathomable whirlpool of philanthropic richness; upon every inexplicably
devastated counterpart of ours; whom we encountered in our way,

Till death do us apart; we will ardently continue to cry together; unequivocally sharing our triumph as well as ghastly sorrows alike; profusely entrenched in bonds of magically Omnipotent empathy,

Till death do us apart; we will relentlessly continue to fight together; assimilating every iota of our surreptitiously entrapped courage and solidarity; to forever drive the ominous traitors; gorily decimating our sacrosanct motherland,

Till death do us apart; we will unsurpassably continue to paint together; delectably capturing the entire beauty of this boundless planet; in the vivacious kaleidoscope of our piquant eyes,

Till death do us apart; we will miraculously continue to procreate together; spawning gloriously immaculate offsprings of our very own crimson blood; contributing
our very best in continuing God's most holy chapter of blooming existence,

Till death do us apart; we will obsessively continue to learn together; celestially imbibing all the stupendously synergistic goodness that lingered bountifully in the atmosphere; and then disseminating its Omniscient essence to every household asphyxiated with gruesome darkness,

Till death do us apart; we will inexorably continue to fly together; exuberantly surge forward with the full fervor of life; to blossom the flower of our benevolently beautiful dreams; into a veritably sparkling reality,

Till death do us apart; we will indefatigably continue to march together; blend our innocuously righteous palms in the walls of unassailable solidarity; unflinchingly ready to tackle any diabolical devil; who dared stop us in our truthful way,

Till death do us apart; we will insatiably continue to err together; inadvertently ommit an unfathomable volley of mistakes; which would timelessly leave our
footprints on this earth as pure humans; every time it was given a chance to be born,

Till death do us apart; we will perennially continue to eat together; relishing the most gorgeously glorious fruits of Mother nature; cupped symbiotically in our palms and under the seductively milky moonlight,

Till death do us apart; we will perpetually continue to breathe together; surviving as a unconquerably single spirit; least bothered about what the acrimoniously tyrannical society; had to spuriously comment on our eternal relationship,

And till death do us apart; we will immortally continue to love together; impregnably bonding the beats of our passionately thundering hearts in flames of fulminating romance; drinking; eating; breathing; discovering; exploring and preaching; only the elixir of mankind; to ecstatically survive.
 
Nikhil Parekh

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  119.     

Towards The Hearbeat Of Omnipotent Life.

There were an infinite violently unstoppable winds; which so demonically lead you; forever towards the wind of ghastily stabbing and hedonistically sadistic death,

There were an infinite menacingly stormy seas; which so unsparingly lead you; forever towards the seas of devastatingly asphyxiating and cold-bloodedly
butchering death,

There were an infinite despairingly acrid deserts; which so aridly lead you; forever towards the deserts of uncouthly barbarous and horridly irrevocable death,

There were an infinite ghoulishly wailing spirits; which so deplorably lead you; forever towards the spirits of waywardly wastrel and salaciously maiming death,

There were an infinite torridly simmering droughts; which so heartlessly lead you; forever towards the drought of parsimoniously febrile and peevishly disoriented death,

There were an infinite belligerently blood-stained thorns; which so mercilessly lead you; forever towards the thorns of diabolically stinging and indescribably venomous death,

There were an infinite sadistically perverted leeches; which so cannibalistically lead you; forever towards the leeches of unbelievably maniacal and torturously morbid death,

There were an infinite misanthropically surreptitious marshes; which so abjectly lead you; forever towards the marshes of inconsolably fetid and vindictively pugnacious death,

There were an infinite anomalously ballistic shards; which so cruelly lead you; forever towards the shards of disdainfully livid and unceremoniously ominous death,

There were an infinite fecklessly prejudiced battlefields; which so emotionlessly lead you; forever towards the battlefields of sordidly crumbling and disastrously silencing death,

There were an infinite worthlessly obsessive manias; which so wretchedly lead you; forever towards the manias of cadaverously decrepit and dolefully naked death,

There were an infinite lethally gobbling earthquakes; which so satanically lead you; forever towards the earthquakes of hideously cantankerous and brutally squelching death,
There were an infinite criminally salacious screams; which so murderously lead you; forever towards the screams of bizarrely penalizing and treacherously obnoxious death,

There were an infinite gorily demented gutters; which so stealthily lead you; forever towards the gutters of insanely decrepit and indefatigably terrorizing death,

There were an infinite sacrilegiously gleaming knives; which so licentiously lead you; forever towards the knives of perilously strangulating and poisonously atrocious death,

There were an infinite truculently lambasting nights; which so unjustly lead you; forever towards the nights of horrifically blackened and unsurpassably devilish
death,

There were an infinite nefariously indigent nooses; which so horribly lead you; forever towards the nooses of perpetually stony and intolerably beheading death,

There were an infinite malevolently diseased curses; which so despondently lead you; forever towards the curses of unfathomably blighted and lecherously evaporating death,

And then there was just a single beat of her immortally throbbing heart; which so miraculously leads you; far away from the most bludgeoning gorges of death; and forever and ever and ever towards the heartbeat of Omnipotent life; even after you'd
veritably surrendered your physical form and died.
 
Nikhil Parekh

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  120.     

Give Me Death Instead

Give me death instead; the most gloriously charismatic venom wholesomely snapping the fangs of my torturously truncated existence,

Give me death instead; the most handsomely spotless fabric of amorphous white; wholesomely sealing the outlet of my bizarrely decrepit existence,

Give me death instead; the most royally fantastic of reprieve; wholesomely demolishing even the most diminutive speck of exhilaration from my insipidly
lackadaisical existence,

Give me death instead; the most fascinatingly silent seduction; wholesomely making me abjure even the most capricious trace of my disgustingly perfidious worldly
existence,

Give me death instead; the most blissfully permanent rest; wholesomely extinguishing even the sinful chapter of my ghoulishly bedraggled existence,

Give me death instead; the most celestially everlasting comfort; wholesomely diminishing my form forever and ever and ever from the textbooks of my egregiously manipulative existence,

Give me death instead; the most unbelievably mute fading; wholesomely swiping the reigns of my idiosyncratically insane existence,

Give me death instead; the most fragrantly ultimate standstill; wholesomely massacring the remorsefully fleeting wind of my existence,

Give me death instead; the most eventually deciding signature on life; wholesomely decimating the ominous crux of my forlornly lambasting existence,

Give me death instead; the most finally submissive consequence; wholesomely vanquishing even the most ethereally mercurial trace of prejudiced pain dreadfully circumscribing my cadaverous existence,

Give me death instead; the most ubiquitously final closure; wholesomely annihilating even the most infidel iota of my penuriously blood-sucking existence,

Give me death instead; the most unavoidably unalterable authority; wholesomely conquering even the most parsimoniously depraving wind of my parasitically besmirched existence,

Give me death instead; the most concluding connotation of life; wholesomely devastating even the most whimsical knot of my nonchalantly pugnacious and
sadistically crucifying existence,

Give me death instead; the most irrefutable sign of extinction; wholesomely snatching even the most frigid whisker of my uxoriously sodomizing and vindictively ballistic existence,

Give me death instead; the most ingratiatingly dreamless sleep; wholesomely finishing even the most fecklessly stingy desire of my worthlessly malevolence
and debilitatingly dastardly existence,

Give me death instead; the most explicitly truthful desecration of life; wholesomely assassinating the dungeons of my cannibalistically distraught and murderously sinful existence,

Give me death instead; the most miraculously astounding way to reach heaven/hell; wholesomely trampling even my inconspicuously disoriented and politically maiming existence,

And it is my humble request to you O! Almighty Lord to give me a death more invidiously gory than the most treacherously punitive of death instead; but please
don't give me salaciously abysmal betrayal; please don't give me the most immortal love of my life for just an instant; and then betrayal for the remainder of my destined time.
 
Nikhil Parekh

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