On the gallows of
On the gallows of blisteringly everlasting patriotism;
hung the unflinchingly venerated; martyr,
On the gallows of disastrously unforgiving hell; hung
the mercilessly massacring and ruthlessly
cold-blooded; tyrant,
On the gallows of brutally delirious insanity; hung
the disdainfully dilapidated and reclusively...
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On the gallows of On the gallows of blisteringly everlasting patriotism; hung the unflinchingly venerated; martyr, On the gallows of disastrously unforgiving hell; hung the mercilessly massacring and ruthlessly cold-blooded; tyrant, On the gallows of brutally delirious insanity; hung the disdainfully dilapidated and reclusively shunting loner, On the gallows of perpetually glistening truth; hung the blissfully iridescent and beautifully blessed; harbinger of humanity, On the gallows of disheveled dastardliness; hung the viciously decrepit and salaciously invidious parasite, On the gallows of eternally fructifying pricelessness; hung the shadows of celestially invincible and euphorically triumphant; simplicity, On the gallows of ominously disappearing non-existence; hung the indiscriminately pulverizing and heartlessly victimizing; murderer, On the gallows of flagrantly orphaned stink; hung the mortuaries of sadistically torturous and debasingly criminal; bigotry, On the gallows of cada
Moins
Par Nikhil Parekh
Microsoft Word
Publiée le 9 Août 2010
Pages: 2
Lectures: 1
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Orphan on the street
I AWOKE WITH an enchanting smile in the morning on a
mattress of painted
silver,
the orphan in the street wiped his face of obnoxious
dirt.
I entered my Spanish lavatory to expurgate my bowels,
the orphan in the street sat down in wild grass
emanating from fields of
paddy.
I brushed my teeth with satiny floss and...
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Orphan on the street I AWOKE WITH an enchanting smile in the morning on a mattress of painted silver, the orphan in the street wiped his face of obnoxious dirt. I entered my Spanish lavatory to expurgate my bowels, the orphan in the street sat down in wild grass emanating from fields of paddy. I brushed my teeth with satiny floss and dental paste, the orphan in the street used a brittle neem stick to polish his worn enamel. I washed my face with perfumed soap and lascivious cream, the orphan on the street used a curry of mud to clean streaks of blotted dirt. I draped my persona with garments of rich denim blended with flocculent thread, the orphan on the street wore a soiled jute sack hanging like a scarecrow on his body. I slipped my dainty toes in cushioned interiors of my velvet shoes, the orphan on the street left his chapped bohemian feet bare. I dedicated gargantuan amounts of time trimming my bushy whiskers, the orphan on the street was obsessed chopping slices of tree lum
Moins
Par Nikhil Parekh
Microsoft Word
Publiée le 9 Août 2010
Pages: 2
Lectures: 0
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Perpetual Privilege
The most irrefutably perpetual privilege for the
mother; was to feed her baby; with gallons of
uninhibitedly sacrosanct milk,
The most irrefutably perpetual privilege for the
flower; was to disseminate its spell binding
fragrance; to those quarters of the earth;
despondently besieged with horrifically despicable...
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Perpetual Privilege The most irrefutably perpetual privilege for the mother; was to feed her baby; with gallons of uninhibitedly sacrosanct milk, The most irrefutably perpetual privilege for the flower; was to disseminate its spell binding fragrance; to those quarters of the earth; despondently besieged with horrifically despicable doom and unsurpassable gloominess, The most irrefutably perpetual privilege for the star; was to inundate the complexion of the drearily exhausted night; with unprecedented whirlwinds of captivating mysticism, The most irrefutably perpetual privilege for the clouds; was to incessantly shower upon its globules of celestial water; upon miserably slithering cocoons of ominously entrenched and overwhelmingly parched soil, The most irrefutably perpetual privilege for the lips; was to trigger maelstroms of invincible passion; in fatigued bodies treacherously engrossed; in digging their very own graves, The most irrefutably perpetual privilege for the singer; was t
Moins
Par Nikhil Parekh
Microsoft Word
Publiée le 9 Août 2010
Pages: 3
Lectures: 1
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Poetry is the reason I live
Poetry is the air that I breathe in every minute;
granting me the tenacity to propel exuberantly
forward; each mundane instant of monotonous life,
Poetry is the rhapsodic wind I trespass through on my
way; engendering me to fantasize to infinite
kilometers beyond the sky,
Poetry is the most proudest...
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Poetry is the reason I live Poetry is the air that I breathe in every minute; granting me the tenacity to propel exuberantly forward; each mundane instant of monotonous life, Poetry is the rhapsodic wind I trespass through on my way; engendering me to fantasize to infinite kilometers beyond the sky, Poetry is the most proudest possession I have ever acquired; making me feel more privileged than the gloriously majestic kings, Poetry is the smile that perennially encapsulated my lips; granting me the magical prowess of evolving a mystical paradise; out of sheer nothingness and bizarre wilderness, Poetry is my reason to contentedly sleep; blissfully conceiving the entire beauty of this fathomless planet in each of my dreams, Poetry is the royally grandiloquent dwelling which I inhabit; harboring me like a divinely angel against the most acrimonious of storm, Poetry is the perpetual conglomerate of roses which blossomed in my garden; blending my aboriginal rudiments more emphatically with
Moins
Par Nikhil Parekh
Microsoft Word
Publiée le 9 Août 2010
Pages: 2
Lectures: 6
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Reborn to love
She was 100 years old; yet the blood that flowed
through her intricate veins; insatiably yearned to a
frolic like a teenaged damsel; once again,
She was 100 years old; yet the expressions on her
shriveled chin; could captivate even the most remotely
alien; in a spell of exotically never ending
enchantment,
She was 100...
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Reborn to love She was 100 years old; yet the blood that flowed through her intricate veins; insatiably yearned to a frolic like a teenaged damsel; once again, She was 100 years old; yet the expressions on her shriveled chin; could captivate even the most remotely alien; in a spell of exotically never ending enchantment, She was 100 years old; yet the impeccable whites of her fading eyes; unraveled a tale of poignant nostalgia; and resplendently unprecedented charm, She was 100 years old; yet the melody in her bountifully wavering voice; unsurpassably enshrouded traumatized hearts; with perennially rhapsodic happiness, She was 100 years old; yet the emphatically embossed lines on her palm; celestially depicted a tale of sheer majesty to; bloomingly unfurl, She was 100 years old; yet the tenacity in her diminutively feeble footsteps; was enough to face the acrimoniously advancing army; beautifully singlehanded, She was 100 years old; yet the magical smile on her divinely lips; still enl
Moins
Par Nikhil Parekh
Microsoft Word
Publiée le 9 Août 2010
Pages: 2
Lectures: 1
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Ruling over every beat of my heart
It might be throbbing unrelentingly in pain; after witnessing the
pathetically dwindling state of mother nature; the infinite invidious
atrocities inflicted upon her belly; by salaciously robotic man,
It might be throbbing indefatigably in ecstasy; after witnessing the
pristinely untamed roar of the...
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Ruling over every beat of my heart It might be throbbing unrelentingly in pain; after witnessing the pathetically dwindling state of mother nature; the infinite invidious atrocities inflicted upon her belly; by salaciously robotic man, It might be throbbing indefatigably in ecstasy; after witnessing the pristinely untamed roar of the ocean; as magical tangy froth swirled in unison; to the first cry of exuberant dawn, It might be throbbing unabatedly in remorse; after witnessing the lifelessly decrepit skeleton of a human; brutally suspended in the center of the street; by insane powerhouses of corruption and wealth, It might be throbbing untiringly in desire; after witnessing the sensuously vivacious woman step unclothed out of the waterfall; and into the inscrutable wilderness of the moonless night, It might be throbbing unstoppably in contempt; after witnessing the indescribably humiliation still suffered by those infirm and deprived women; at the mercilessly marauding feet of the ri
Moins
Par Nikhil Parekh
Microsoft Word
Publiée le 9 Août 2010
Pages: 3
Lectures: 2
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Simply not enough
When I held a fat slab of wax in blistering fire; it
painstakingly melted as the passionate flames kissed
its dainty periphery; eventually reducing to a pool of
solitary liquid, ’
When I held a trunk of seasoned wood in blazing waves
of orange fire; the timber mercilessly charred into
embers of raw ash; as the...
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Simply not enough When I held a fat slab of wax in blistering fire; it painstakingly melted as the passionate flames kissed its dainty periphery; eventually reducing to a pool of solitary liquid, ’ When I held a trunk of seasoned wood in blazing waves of orange fire; the timber mercilessly charred into embers of raw ash; as the seconds unveiled by and the heat augmented to tumultuous proportions, When I held a mountain of blank paper in the menacing swirl of the pugnacious fire; all that was left of them was profoundly black soot; inconspicuous threads of fluff as the vicious plumes licked them from all sides, When I held a field of silky cotton in the sweltering ball of fire; the magnificent cloth evaporated into a thick cloud of white smoke; blended with the open sky as the fire galloped at the fire galloped at fierce pace, When I held a dungeon of gold biscuits and jewels in the belligerent hell of fire; all that remained after a few seconds; was a golden stream of orphaned pale yel
Moins
Par Nikhil Parekh
Microsoft Word
Publiée le 9 Août 2010
Pages: 3
Lectures: 0
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SOLELY ARDENT WINNERS
Hatred Vs Hatred.
Both of them deliriously lost; apart from them being the most
haplessly growling failures in their very own individual selves.
And to top that; those
who dared compare them; unrelentingly roamed in the lavatories of the hideously
asphyxiating devil.
Prejudice Vs Prejudice.
Both of them...
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SOLELY ARDENT WINNERS Hatred Vs Hatred. Both of them deliriously lost; apart from them being the most haplessly growling failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; unrelentingly roamed in the lavatories of the hideously asphyxiating devil. Prejudice Vs Prejudice. Both of them flagrantly lost; apart from them being the most vindictively gruesome failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; barbarously tortured every conceivable pore of their bodies with the sword of the salacious devil. War Vs War. Both of them devastatingly lost; apart from them being the most truculently ghoulish failures in their very own individual selves. And to top that; those who dared compare them; licked the boots of the atrociously cannibalistic devil; clean of the last iota of grime. Lies Vs Lies. Both of them pathetically lost; apart from them being the most derogatorily tyrannical failures in their ve
Moins
Par Nikhil Parekh
Microsoft Word
Publiée le 9 Août 2010
Pages: 3
Lectures: 0
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Straight Answers
Where do we get succulent fruit from; scores of raspberry attached to fresh green leaves,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the tall and finely corrugated tree.
Where do we get flocculent wool from; clusters of fur curled up in bountiful heaps,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other...
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Straight Answers Where do we get succulent fruit from; scores of raspberry attached to fresh green leaves, The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the tall and finely corrugated tree. Where do we get flocculent wool from; clusters of fur curled up in bountiful heaps, The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the rotund and blissful mountain sheep. Where do we get salt from; tones of white powder to impregnate favor to our meals, The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the magnanimous and turbulently swirling ocean. Where do we get milk from; immaculate curd dribbling to consume; for blissfully commencing every morning, The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the sacrosanct and robust cow. Where do we get glistening leather from; sleazy chunks of cloth to make our pocket purses, The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the slithering and tantalizing reptile. Where do we get scintillating pearls from; impec
Moins
Par Nikhil Parekh
Microsoft Word
Publiée le 9 Août 2010
Pages: 2
Lectures: 0
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Sky of pious peace
The waves emanating from it were astronomically spell
binding; tranquilly pacifying even the most
diabolically traumatized; with the spirit of
Omnipotent humanity,
The colors diffusing from it were vivaciously
resplendent; gregariously embellishing even the most
brutally impoverished of entities; with the magic of...
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Sky of pious peace The waves emanating from it were astronomically spell binding; tranquilly pacifying even the most diabolically traumatized; with the spirit of Omnipotent humanity, The colors diffusing from it were vivaciously resplendent; gregariously embellishing even the most brutally impoverished of entities; with the magic of eternally compassionate timelessness, The tunes wafting from it were enchantingly mesmerizing; blissfully placating even the most inexplicable of miseries of truculently bereaved human kind, The rays wafting from it were Omnipotently uniting; celestially melanging all religion and tribe; into the invincible fortress of pricelessly symbiotic sharing, The winds disseminating from it were bountifully benevolent; philanthropically endowing the sacred essence of existence to every dwelling; that they triumphantly gushed into, The droplets cascading from it were Omnisciently healing; regally soothing even the most tyrannically macabre of pain; with townships of e
Moins
Par Nikhil Parekh
Microsoft Word
Publiée le 9 Août 2010
Pages: 3
Lectures: 0
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The Blue Ocean
The vast turbulent waters have a shade of cloud blue,
Possessing strong and high rising waves,
That gives a nice and hearty feeling,
And are unable to touch the highest nail on the ceiling.
The sky laughs at the waves,
Greets them with a lop-sided grin,
Advising them to keep fit and trim.
The advancing waters kiss the...
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The Blue Ocean The vast turbulent waters have a shade of cloud blue, Possessing strong and high rising waves, That gives a nice and hearty feeling, And are unable to touch the highest nail on the ceiling. The sky laughs at the waves, Greets them with a lop-sided grin, Advising them to keep fit and trim. The advancing waters kiss the shore line, They want to be near the sand, To get far and distant from the obstreperous ferry band. The waters move with the tune of the air, Creating loud and stringent blares. The sand seeps gallons of water at the shore, Acting as a good and natural utility bore, The colossal sea waters eventually evaporate into a dark cloud, That gives the sound of loud rumbling thunder, Pelting down sheets of much awaited torrential rain, To enrich and develop the oncoming food grain. © nikhilparekh
Moins
Par Nikhil Parekh
Microsoft Word
Publiée le 9 Août 2010
Pages: 1
Lectures: 0
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The first thing that flooded my mind
When they said fruits; the first thing that flooded my
mind was the succulent clusters of scarlet apple
suspended in harmony from the tree,
When they said salt; the first thing that flooded my
mind was the colossal expanse of sea leaping
magnificently and without restraint towards the sky,
When they...
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The first thing that flooded my mind When they said fruits; the first thing that flooded my mind was the succulent clusters of scarlet apple suspended in harmony from the tree, When they said salt; the first thing that flooded my mind was the colossal expanse of sea leaping magnificently and without restraint towards the sky, When they said animal; the first thing that flooded my mind was the majestic and dense furred lion; sprinting towards me at electric pace with fire in its eyes, When they said light; the first thing that flooded my mind was the belligerent fireball of Sun; blazing a stream of unprecedented beauty; through every deserted spot on this earth, When they said sedation; the first thing that flooded my mind was the spell binding light of the moon; the conglomerate of its pearly rays enchanting my every night, When they said melody; the first thing that flooded my mind was the voluptuous nightingale; tingling the most dreariest of my senses with reinvigorating sound, When
Moins
Par Nikhil Parekh
Microsoft Word
Publiée le 9 Août 2010
Pages: 3
Lectures: 0
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The human mind is unbelievable
Delving infinite kilometers even above the satiny
clouds; rhapsodically exploring blue bits of mystical
atmosphere,
Dancing beneath silvery beams of moon light; with an
overwhelmingly uncanny urge to probe into paths never
transgressed on,
Envisaging beyond ordinary anecdotes of mundane life;
fervently...
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The human mind is unbelievable Delving infinite kilometers even above the satiny clouds; rhapsodically exploring blue bits of mystical atmosphere, Dancing beneath silvery beams of moon light; with an overwhelmingly uncanny urge to probe into paths never transgressed on, Envisaging beyond ordinary anecdotes of mundane life; fervently wanting to sky rocket to the absolute edge of the whirling tornado, Intriguingly cracking infinite enigmas of existence; yet insatiably desiring to lay its hands on countless more puzzles loitering in sinister doom, O! yes the body might wholesomely collapse into a bedraggled heap; but the human mind is unbelievable; simply refraining to cease…. Ardently desiring to slip into a fantasy which never ends; witnessing a cloudburst of mesmerizing dreams even under the most stringently sweltering rays of sunshine, Galloping at a speed faster than that of dazzling light; chasing the shadows which lingered even in the most obsoletely dilapidated corners of free sp
Moins
Par Nikhil Parekh
Microsoft Word
Publiée le 9 Août 2010
Pages: 3
Lectures: 0
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The most priceless thing
The most priceless thing that my mother could ever have bequeathed upon
me;
was her unconditional support and compassion; even in my times of
acrimoniously devastating survival,
The most priceless thing that my sister could ever have bequeathed upon
me;
was a kaleidoscope of astoundingly intriguing mischief;...
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The most priceless thing The most priceless thing that my mother could ever have bequeathed upon me; was her unconditional support and compassion; even in my times of acrimoniously devastating survival, The most priceless thing that my sister could ever have bequeathed upon me; was a kaleidoscope of astoundingly intriguing mischief; making me perennially feel that I was that; unscrupulous child once again, The most priceless thing that my father could ever have bequeathed upon me; was an unrelenting dynamism to propel forward come what may; blaze more ferociously than the midday Sun; even in the heart of the perniciously insidious midnight, The most priceless thing that my grandmother could ever have bequeathed upon me; was a fabulously ingratiating tale of my sparklingly revered ancestors; an unparalleled urge in me to trace back my aboriginal rudiments; till the last breath I that I inhaled, The most priceless thing that my neighbors could ever have bequeathed upon me; was an ecstati
Moins
Par Nikhil Parekh
Microsoft Word
Publiée le 9 Août 2010
Pages: 3
Lectures: 1
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The Punch
When I punched a bag replete with mud; overflowing to the brim with bountiful food grain,
There flew tones of dust in the still air; of which some settled in my nose; partially
obscuring my vision.
When I punched an inflated balloon in its midriff; infinite molecules of gas escaped in fury,
There was an obstreperous sound...
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The Punch When I punched a bag replete with mud; overflowing to the brim with bountiful food grain, There flew tones of dust in the still air; of which some settled in my nose; partially obscuring my vision. When I punched an inflated balloon in its midriff; infinite molecules of gas escaped in fury, There was an obstreperous sound produced; which almost ripped apart intricate arenas of my eardrum. When I punched the colossal sized melon with my fists; the shell broke open into incommensurate halves, A myriad of fleshy splinters flew everywhere in the air; and the slimy juice languidly cascaded down my immaculate face. When I punched the solid baked brick; exerting tumultuous pressure against its navel, Shards of disdainful concrete entered my crystalline eye; alongwith a series of fracture that enveloped my knuckle. When I punched the heavyweight champion in the solar plexus; there was a conglomerate of fetid sweat droplets that stung me with alacrity, His esteem got thoroughly pr
Moins
Par Nikhil Parekh
Microsoft Word
Publiée le 9 Août 2010
Pages: 4
Lectures: 0
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The tenacious moonlight
The vivid moonlight amidst the vast expanse of black, ’
Mesmerizing with tranquil tunes,
Whispers its sanity below,
To dark and moisture laden sultry air,
Intruding upon the blissful silence.
The spiritual harmony in whitish tinge,
Scrapes away ghastly black petals of malice,
Glistening in quiet contentment,...
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The tenacious moonlight The vivid moonlight amidst the vast expanse of black, ’ Mesmerizing with tranquil tunes, Whispers its sanity below, To dark and moisture laden sultry air, Intruding upon the blissful silence. The spiritual harmony in whitish tinge, Scrapes away ghastly black petals of malice, Glistening in quiet contentment, Revealing non violent signs of complete triumph, Sprinkling crystalline dew drops of everlasting love. It invades upon the softness of the night, Giving rise to springs of spontaneous affinity, Dreary to a host of artificial emotions, Blazing its entrance into the world, With strong mists of belief in self as its lone saviour.
Moins
Par Nikhil Parekh
Microsoft Word
Publiée le 9 Août 2010
Pages: 1
Lectures: 0
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The world outside
When I was just born; freshly emanating the first cry
of my life,
The world outside seemed an obsolete haze to my eyes;
which searched frantically amidst all alien; for my
place in this vast globe….
When I grew up a trifle; the bones impregnated in my
persona now molding their way beneath my skin,
The world outside...
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The world outside When I was just born; freshly emanating the first cry of my life, The world outside seemed an obsolete haze to my eyes; which searched frantically amidst all alien; for my place in this vast globe…. When I grew up a trifle; the bones impregnated in my persona now molding their way beneath my skin, The world outside seemed to be as raw as the ethereal rays of vespered dawn; and my eyes were lost in profusely absorbing the magnificent beauty of this enchanting Universe… When I bounced and frolicked in the lawns of kindergarten; just learning to converse with my elders, The world outside seemed to be stupendously blossoming to my eyes; and I inadvertently stumbled upon more than a million things every unfurling minute…. When I catapulted into my teens; the crimson blood incarcerated in my veins circulating faster than thunderbolts of white electricity, The world outside seemed an island of untamed romance to my eyes; with my heartbeats insatiably longing for the ultima
Moins
Par Nikhil Parekh
Microsoft Word
Publiée le 9 Août 2010
Pages: 2
Lectures: 0
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Thirsty
The acrimoniously sweltering sands of the blistering desert; were
perpetually thirsty for; unfathomably sparkling tumblers; of heavenly
rain
water,
The somberly drying stalks of obsoletely dilapidated grass; were
intransigently thirsty for; a vivacious kaleidoscope; of resplendently
twinkling dewdrops,
The sardonically...
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Thirsty The acrimoniously sweltering sands of the blistering desert; were perpetually thirsty for; unfathomably sparkling tumblers; of heavenly rain water, The somberly drying stalks of obsoletely dilapidated grass; were intransigently thirsty for; a vivacious kaleidoscope; of resplendently twinkling dewdrops, The sardonically corrugated and rotting walls of the disastrous graveyard; were insatiably thirsty for; an unsurpassably vibrant entrenchment; of perennially blossoming life, The pathetically sullen stillness of the murderously quiet valley; was irrevocably thirsty for; an ebulliently mesmerizing cloud; of melodiously enchanting whistles, The ludicrously scattered and orphaned nestles of the solitarily empty nest; were profusely thirsty for; an impeccable festoon; of compassionately innocuous eggs, The diabolically worthless skeletons of bizarrely insipid bones; were relentlessly thirsty for; a veritably vital blanket; of crimson blood and boisterous life, The preposterously gloo
Moins
Par Nikhil Parekh
Microsoft Word
Publiée le 9 Août 2010
Pages: 3
Lectures: 0
Téléchargements: 0
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