I Hate The High Society



High society was pompously spurious; blowing pricelessly precious moments of sacrosanct life; in  wisps of obnoxiously sleazy cigar smoke,

High society was abhorrently malicious; invidiously castigating its own counterpart behind their back; while garnering a sanctimonious smile in front of the same,

High society was inconspicuously threadbare; harboring diabolically ominous tendencies for the miserably oppressed; evolving castles of rotting currency on their poignantly scarlet blood,

High society was spuriously ostentatious; diffusing the entire tenure of their claustrophobic life; in dungeons of hideously ungainly manipulation,

High society was brutally tyrannical; indiscriminately lambasting the diminutively innocent; to baselessly inundate their venomous treasuries; with even the very last iota of food in their impoverished stomachs,

High society was insanely ludicrous; unrelentingly dictating the poor to polish their worthless shoes; then wholeheartedly laughing their hearts out; admiring their capriciously grotesque reflection in the same,

High society was ghoulishly devilish; preposterously drinking wine in the realms of their own cheaply glittering chambers; while the immaculately blissful commoner shivered uncontrollably; in the acridly freezing maelstrom outside,

High society was ambiguously hypocrite; perennially breaking hearts like frigid matchsticks; with their devilishly unholy promise towards the chapter of resplendent life,

High society was truculently unforgiving; cold-bloodedly treating even the most inadvertently committed of mistakes; with the vindictively gory heel of their satanic shoe,

High society was abominably authoritative; salaciously dictating their unfathomable graveyard of whims and woes; upon the wonderfully ingratiating fabric of eternal mankind,

High society was treacherously bombarding; demonically marauding the symbiotically triumphant happiness of every righteous household; with raunchily stinking notes of indescribable corruption,

High society was surreptitiously precarious; giving you the merciless slip towards the corpses of ultimate death; when you thought you had secured an invincible
stranglehold on the fortress of bountiful life,

High society was heinously wasting; inviting their snobbishly silken cats to eat in plates of fathomlessly scintillating silver; while the disastrously orphaned urchin was breathing his very last outside,

High society was egregiously parasitic; barbarically sucking rivers of blood to rejuvenate their meaningless lives; when all what they actually needed was just two droplets of holistic water,

High society was indefatigably fretting; agonizingly complaining about God's panoramically resplendent creation; just because the Sun filtered an iota too
more through their murderously tinted glass,

High society was a ridiculously dead skeleton; incessantly witnessing the Lord's beautifully fragrant creation through glasses of lecherously licentious wine; and then collapsing into countless bits of worthless chowder; as the wind increased its pace even an inconspicuously exhilarating trifle,

High society was ruthlessly heartless; malevolently betraying the souls of impregnably true lovers; morbidly incarcerating them within jailhouses of sanctimonious status; caste; creed and tribe,

High society was tumultuously penalizing; lunatically violating God's every divinely virtue; having the wealth to purchase every confectionary with the opulence in their pockets; yet remaining a sordid failure in the pages of existence,

High society was a robotic tycoon; self-conceitedly squelching the winds of voluptuously regale artistry and breath; with inclemently mechanical behavioral
patterns; all throughout the day and enchanting night,

High society was a uxorious dog; uncontrollably wagging its criminally slavering tongue; at even the most fugitively ethereal insinuation of titillation and extra wealth,

High society was parsimonious mosquito; nonsensically disseminating its affluence on nubile vixen and bawdiness; bereft of even the tiniest beat of perpetual love in its insides,

High society was a hollow termite; horrifically guzzling the threads of harmony; symbiotism; unity; with its canines of torturously vengeful prejudice,

High society was an asphyxiating web; which tightened the noose of its ill will more tautly upon you every unfurling minute; derogatorily drowning the element of sparkling truth in your persona; with its gutters of inevitable lies,

High society was torturously imprisoning; crippling the wings of your fascinatingly seductive freedom not only for this; but for an infinite more lives,

High society was a boundless sea allright; but without even the most mercurial trace of waves; compassion and sensuously redolent togetherness,

High society was an ostracizing gallows; lividly laughing at traumatizing sorrow around them; basking in the glory of their falsely fiasco brawn and might,

High society was arrogantly deceitful; bending down like a obeisant snail in front of lambasting superpowers; whereas the Creator ruled every bit of this endless Universe; ever since the moment it was born,

High society was unreasonably questioning; wretchedly molesting innocuous organisms; for ostensibly no fault of theirs or their humbly humanitarian kind,

High society was an impudent stone; shattering not only the truthful glasses; but the irrefutably patriotic conscience of a synergistically common man,

High society was pretentiously civilized; behaving like a astronomically nail polished angel on the bustling streets; while ripping each other apart worse than what wolves could execute; in the bloodstained upholstery of their castle room,

High society was pugnaciously blinded; maniacally overlooking even the most magnificently majestic empathy around; in the monstrously debilitating shine of incongruous coin,

And although it was unfortunate but true that I was born amidst its integrally sodomizing cradle; I had; am; and will always hate the high society till the end of my time; and in every blessed life of mine.
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Nikhil Parekh

Nikhil Parekh , ( born August 27 ; 1977 ) from Ahmedabad , India - is a Love Poet and 10 time National Record holder for his Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India , which is India's Best Book of Records , also Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of World Records . He is an author of - ' LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY ' , which has a Print Length of 5254 pages on the Amazon Kindle . The Poet's style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never ever been written before or experimented on the mortal planet by any mortal . Though his Poetry / literature is normal and natural . 10 Different National Records held by Parekh with the Limca Book of Records India are for - (1) Being the First Indian Poet to be published / featured in McGill English Dictionary of Rhyme which is the World's Number 1 English Rhyming Dictionary - for his poem: Come Lets Embrace our New Religion (2) Being the First Indian Poet to have won Poet of the Year Award at the Canadian Federation of Poets which is Canada's National Poetry Body endorsed by Governor General of Canada (3) Being the First Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth Newsletter for his poem on AIDS which is 'Aids doesn't kill. Your Attitude kills (4) Being the First Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best poetry e-book (5) Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most number of replies from World Leaders and World Organizations (6) Being the First Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to the International Goodwill Treaty for World Peace - GoodwillTreaty.org (7) Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films at Youtube.com - The World's largest video sharing website (8) Being the 1st Indian Poet to be featured for his Poetry Book - 'Love versus Terrorism- Poems on Anti Terror, Peace' , at Wattpad.com - The World's most popular ebook community and largest website for reading books on mobile phones (9) Being the first Indian Poet whose video reciting a Poem on Nelson Mandela , has been placed at the official website of the Government of South Africa (10) Having authored LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY - which is of Print Length 5254 pages and currently has approximately 1.15 million words , financially selling in the Amazon.com Kindle Store United States at - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ . The Indian Poet has written thousands of varied poems on - God , Peace , Love , Anti Terrorism , Friendship , Life , Death , Environment, Wildlife , Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood , Humanity , Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty , Lovers , Brotherhood . His Books and Poems have had millions of viewers and downloads on the Internet . Parekh is an author of 47 varied Books which include - 1 God ( volume 1 to volume 4 ) , The Womb ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , Love Versus Terrorism ( Part 1 to Part 2 ) , You die; I die - Love Poems ( Part 1 to Part 16 ) , Life = Death ( volume 1 to volume 10 ), The Power of Black ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother , Hide and Seek ( part 1 to part 8 ) , Longest Poem written by Nikhil Parekh - Only as Life . These Books comprise of nearly a 7000 pages of his Poetry in their entirety . The Poet's Poetry has had the patronization of several versatile World Leaders including the Queen of England . Visit http://nikhilparekh.net ; the webpage . more…

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