Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


Mannequins of idiosyncratically insipid nothingness; to relentlessly satiate the minds of all  those insanely purposeless and pathetically lunatic, 


 


Mannequins of salaciously unending treachery; to insatiably titillate the appetites of all those; uncouthly besieged in the graveyards of bizarrely unforgivable manipulation, 


 


Mannequins of sordidly lecherous dust; to intransigently appease the gluttony of all those; lackadaisically slithering in the aisles of nonchalantly debilitating boredom, 


 


Mannequins of ludicrously collapsing and frigid matchsticks; to sleazily placate the souls of all those; abhorrently prejudiced in the ruthlessly parasitic shackles of greed, 


 


Mannequins of fecklessly worthless and ungainly insomnia; to intractably titillate the eyes of all those; devilishly slandering and massacring; without the most infinitesimal of purpose in vibrant life, 


 


Mannequins of cheaply glittering corruption; to surreptitiously trigger the bloodstream's of all those; tyrannically beheading to catapult to the zenith of baseless power and prosperity, 


 


Mannequins of forlornly fretful obsolescence; to incorrigibly pamper the footsteps of all those; deliberating inflicting torturous pain on self and everlasting humanity, 


 


Mannequins of satanically decaying blood; to demonishly charm the senses of all those; indiscriminately trampling the trajectory of mother earth; with unsurpassably obnoxious drudgery, 


 


Mannequins of blatantly discordant and heinous lies; to dogmatically pump the silhouettes of all those; regretfully incarcerated in whirlwinds of abominably


abashing cowardice, 


 


Mannequins of egregiously stony silence; to irretrievably pacify the visages of all those; wasting every unfurling moment of their lives; disconcertingly smarting in the gutters of wastrel neglect, 


 


Mannequins of diabolically perverted and pugnacious stink; to irrefutably tranquilize the tongues of all those; barbarically wanting to gobble immaculately truthful skin, 


 


Mannequins of savagely lambasting and cacophonic abuse; to truculently please the skins of all those; drifting the spell bindingly fathomless Universe into the corpse of murderously threadbare politics, 


 


Mannequins of penalizingly mocking laughter; to irrevocably stimulate the cells of all those; trying to invidiously infiltrate into the web of ingratiatingly celestial peace and unflinching solidarity, 


 


Mannequins of traumatically desensitizing death; to disparagingly inebriate the persona's of all those; wholesomely indifferent to the magnanimously blissful


proceedings of this enthralling planet, 


 


Mannequins of disastrously impoverished and gory skeletons; to unrelentingly enlighten the bodies of all those; horrifically unbelieving in the chapters of


vivaciously mesmerizing existence, 


 


Mannequins of inexplicably salacious and unprecedented starvation; to inexorably please the spirits of all those; ghoulishly entangled in webs of insidiousness; 


without a mind; body or soul, 


 


Mannequins of acrimoniously sinister darkness; to indefatigably gratify the ego's of all those; sinking deeper and deeper into the preposterously ghastly crematorium of hideous crime, 


 


Mannequins of lugubriously indolent non-existence; to incessantly cajole the nerves of all those; who cursed even the most bountifully resplendent beauty of God; 


from their very first cry, 


 


But an unassailable garden of love; love and only sensuously timeless love; to perennially immortalize the heartbeats of all those; uninhibitedly wanting to


wander in a world of freedom; uninhibitedly wanting to breathe forever in a world of philanthropically unending togetherness.



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