Marooned

Marooned on the island of dismally obnoxious hatred; I tore the spell binding jacket of my lungs in relentless frustration; ardently desiring nothing else but exuberantly free space amidst the uninhibitedly tantalizing clouds,

Marooned on the island of treacherously sordid politics; I indefatigably kept gnawing my raw nails on the fecklessly corrugated wall; tirelessly wishing for the aisles of blissful freedom to kiss my pathetically devastated bones,

Marooned on the island of dreadfully pulverizing poverty; I vituperatively kept staring at open space; yearning for perpetual freedom on the slopes of the Omnipotently sun soaked hills,

Marooned on the island of bizarrely hapless unemployment; I deliriously punctured every construable vein of my nimble body; endlessly searching for nothing else but the gateways of everlastingly enchanting freedom,

Marooned on the island of salaciously egregious betrayal; I incessantly whimpered like a uncontrollably slavering corpse; insurmountably wishing for moments immemorial of ebulliently unshakable freedom,

Marooned on the island of obliviously cursed dilapidation; I unceasingly bit my tongue into a boundless pieces; unstoppably praying for eternally bestowing freedom to kiss the contours of my brutally emaciated lips,

Marooned on the island of boorishly baseless boredom; I vicariously licked grotesquely fetid molehills of crippling dirt; fervently wanting the paradise of
indomitably burgeoning freedom to descend upon my impoverished soul,

Marooned on the island of raunchily petulant indiscrimination; I unsparingly excoriated every trace of happiness from my soul; desperately desiring the
mists of exotically iridescent freedom to forever swirl across my estranged abode,

Marooned on the island of maliciously prejudiced discontentment; I sadistically plucked the whites of my eye out of my sockets; unlimitedly hoping for the
playgrounds of unequivocally priceless freedom to enshroud me from all sides,

Marooned on the island of derogatorily debilitating fever; I repugnantly snubbed at even the most emollient of fantasies that swept my brain; inexorably perceiving the meadows of celestially philanthropic freedom,

Marooned on the island of blood-sucking inequality; I broke down into an tornado of cataclysmic meaninglessness; relentlessly chasing the rainbow of perennially euphoric freedom,

Marooned on the island of invidiously amorphous atrophy; I aimlessly ran the satanic cleavers on my intricate veins; wistfully conceiving the fireballs of unsurpassably insuperable freedom,

Marooned on the island of commercial monotony; I disparagingly blew worthless saliva for hours immemorial; irrefutably wanting to hold the wand of miraculously mitigating freedom; in the center of my intrepid palms,

Marooned on the island of maniacally hypochondriac depression; I listlessly admired death to the most unprecedented limits; inveterately wishing for the march of patriotic freedom; to become my quintessential way,

Marooned on the island of fanatically religious eccentricity; I uxoriously tampered with every blissfully vivid mechanism of my body; insatiably wanting to bond with only with the essence of unassailably righteous freedom,

Marooned on the island of dastardly squelching rumors; I was confounded with the most inexplicably annihilating of cancer; eternally wanting to blend myself with the cisterns of Omnipresently enthralling freedom,

Marooned on the island of bombastically tawdry pretention; I unsavorily defecated prurient shit from every palpable pore of my body; intransigently wanting the whitewash of effulgent freedom; to take complete control of my abhorrently beleaguered senses,

Marooned on the island of mercilessly cold-blooded ruthlessness; I banged my brain into a countless pieces against cold rock; irrevocably waiting each minute for the clouds of sensuously liberating freedom; to transcend over my flagrantly deteriorating
form,

But Marooned on the island of Immortal Love was the first time in my life when I felt that freedom was everywhere I roamed; freedom had become the most
Omnipotent lamp in my soul; freedom was an unparalleled spirit of united existence that would continue to exist even after this earth wholesomely ceased; and it was also the very first time in my life when I prayed to the Lord; to forever keep me
marooned.
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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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