Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


You might have consumed the most overwhelmingly delectable food today; but who knows the very next day it might perhaps expurgate out entirely with unprecedented fervor from your impoverished body, 


 


You might have worn the most pricelessly impeccable of clothes today; but who knows the very next day they might perhaps become indescribably sordid; with


particles of malicious dust and preposterously worthless grime floating in the atmosphere, 


 


You might have adorned the most tantalizingly profound mascara today; but who knows the very next day it might perhaps resemble amorphous nothingness; 


obnoxiously blended with remorsefully decrepit sweat from all sides, 


 


You might have sprinkled the most exquisitely designer and redolent perfume today; but who knows the very next day it might perhaps dissolve into vapid oblivion; being entirely massacred by the whirlpool of irascible smoke and adulteration in the malevolently prejudiced society, 


 


You might have ardently inflated the most exuberantly robust balloons today; but who knows the very next day they might perhaps reduce to grotesquely ludicrous


peas of their original selves; being iconoclastically subjugated by the whiplash of storm; wind and rain, 


 


You might have smoked the most aristocratically opulent cigars today; but who knows the very next day they might perhaps be nothing but tawdry specks 


of infinitesimally horrendous ash, 


 


You might have driven the most insurmountably luxurious cars today; but who knows very next day they might perhaps become an acrimoniously indiscernible


wreckage; suffering the aftermath of gory accident on their polished fronts, 


 


You might have written on the most exotically white paper today; but who knows the very next day it might perhaps metamorphose into baseless guttural shit; brutally lambasted by heinously hedonistic dust; blowing from all sides, 


 


You might have philandered on the most pristinely embellished slopes of grass today; but who knows the very next day they might perhaps transit into slained battlefields of vindictive blood; with countless laying down their lives in their quest to save the


planet, 


 


You might have slurped wine from the most royally sculptured glasses today; but who knows the very next day they might perhaps gruesomely disorient themselves into fretfully shattered bits of meaninglessness; egregiously dropping on the obdurate floors, 


 


You might intransigently scrubbed your body with the most efficaciously effusive antiseptic today; but who knows the very next day it might perhaps stink more


insidiously than a pigstalk; innocuously tripping into the inadvertently open farm gutter, 


 


You might have relished the most contemporarily swanky watches on your wrist today; but who knows the very next day they might perhaps cease to function even an


evanescent tick; as the bewitching battery conked and miserably stuttered without regrets, 


 


You might have brandished the most eternally scintillating swords today; but who knows the very next day they might perhaps develop flagrantly hapless innuendo's of rust; as an appalling gloom of forlorn moisture unexpectedly set in, 


 


You might have slept on the most handsomely expensive sheets of silk today; but who knows the very next day they might perhaps become dreadfully tottered and


ominous rags; with moths and rats salaciously devouring them from every construable end, 


 


You might have bathed under the most ravishingly effulgent waterfalls today; but who knows the very next day they might perhaps evaporate into wisps of


disparagingly decaying nothingness; under the unendingly truculent tenacity of the ferocious Sun, 


 


You might have miraculously memorized every perceivable scripture of medieval past today; but who knows the very next day it might perhaps desert you like light deserting the night; as you suffered from inexplicably delirious aphasia of the highest degree, 


 


You might have irrefutably cleansed your conscience of all its cannibalistic guilt today; but who knows the very next day it might be perhaps irretrievably seduced once again; by bawdy vixens lasciviously exposing their flesh, 


 


You might have breathed the most extraordinarily puristic and holistic air today; but who knows the very next day the fangs of uncannily barbarous death; might perhaps irrevocably asphyxiate your existence without the tiniest of forewarning, 


 


But if you earnestly dedicated every beat of your heart to the paradise of immortal love today; then not only me but God knows it for sure; that you would


continue to exist as the most blessed organism forever and ever and ever; without any question of "Perhaps" intervening in between.



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