The World Outside After Bath

When I bathed my body in pure crimson blood; the world outside seemed to be horrendously appalling and ghastly as I stepped out,

When I bathed my body in an ocean of squelched garbage; the world outside seemed
to be rotten fish; with all entities wandering in vicinity seeming as if unwashed since marathon years,

When I bathed my body in scintillating white and sacrosanct cow milk; the world outside seemed to be an evanescent fog; with each object striking my eye as a hazy and distorted mirage,

When I bathed my body in stupendously redolent lotus juice; the world outside seemed to be extravagantly fragrant; without the slightest trace of dirt and promiscuous stain,

When I bathed my body in a river of foaming saliva; the world outside seemed to be as slippery as the eel; the gargantuan roads appeared to be coated with tons of oil; with every single individual falling head on the ground; after unwittingly loosing his heavy grip,

When I bathed my body in a pond of talcum powder; the world outside seemed to resemble a clown; and I held the sides of my stomach incorrigibly tight; as I was a trifle afraid that they would explode out laughing,

When I bathed my body in a pool of blistering Sunlight; the world outside seemed to be burning and scalding hot; with my fingers circumspect of touching any object in fear of being gruesomely charred,

When I bathed my body in a stream of white electricity; the world outside seemed to emit pugnacious sparks; and I dared not put my foot on the earth in danger of getting wholesomely electrocuted,

When I bathed my body in a puddle of vivacious scorpion juice; the world outside seemed to be as ominous as the hideous reptile; with each person appearing to ooze lethal venom from his mouth; instead of eloquent and enchanting speech,

When I bathed my body in a film of pungent tears; the world outside seemed to be effusively crying; every man and woman appeared to be sad; and edging towards the brink of extinction,

When I bathed my body in pulverized cactus pulp; the world outside seemed to be irritable and irascible; with people scratching their scalps every second in utter exasperation,

When I bathed my body in glittering liquid of pure gold; the world outside seemed exorbitantly rich and marvelous; with every person inundated with fancy chequebooks and chains of shimmering pearls,

When I bathed my body in crushed garlic; the world outside seemed like the decaying fish; wafting an odor that fomented me to puke out all that was trapped inside my stomach,

When I bathed my body in the floating clouds; the world outside seemed to be insurmountably windy; with man flying a few feet above the ground flapping his
fleshy wings,

When I bathed my body in a fulminating tub of acid; the world outside seemed to be like a sizzling pancake simmering boisterously to erupt in hostile fumes,

When I bathed my body in silvery sands; the world outside seemed to be gradually slipping; with every visible glass and body completely engulfed with monotonous dust,

When I bathed my body in finely pulverized bone powder; the world outside seemed to be an obsolete dead corpse; with ghoulish images of ghosts wandering on the streets instead of robust individuals,

When I bathed my body in a conglomerate of satiny hair; the world outside seemed to be a mesmerizing planet; on which fairies floated and basked in the aisles of unprecedented romance,

When I bathed my body in a pool of pure shit; the world outside seemed to be a stinking dustbin; with every individual vomiting out every second instead of blissfully inhaling air and living,

When I bathed my body in silvery moonlight; the world outside seemed to be an enchanting paradise; with a fleet of tantalizing fairies eating, sipping and sleeping milk,

When I bathed my body in firewood ash; the world outside seemed to be brutally burnt; with every object in vicinity appearing as if charred to wholesomely Black soot,

When I bathed my body in pungent acrylic paint; the world outside seemed to be freshly whitewashed; everything seemed to be newly constructed; with people's faces sparkling even after wee hours of chilly midnight,

When I bathed my body in a lake of molten wax; the world outside seemed to be melting at electric speeds; blatantly prominent outlines of the city seemed to be
fading rapidly into thin wisps of oblivion,

When I bathed my body in enigmatically slithering snake skin; the world outside seemed to be hideously snaring; with pedestrians seeming to viciously bite each time they opened their mouths to speak,

When I bathed my body in a finely squelched pulp of green grass; the world outside seemed to be passionately raw; with humans inevitably tickling themselves in a
state of restless frenzy,

When I bathed my body in strands of morbid spider web; the world outside seemed to be an eerie playground; with humans having unpleasantly ghoulish
designs engulfing their face,

When I bathed my body in superlatively piquant tomato curry; the world outside seemed to be a delicious pizza taken out right from the sizzling oven; with all
tangible and intangible sprawled around appearing to be completely red; appearing as if uninhibitedly blushing unstoppably all the time,

When I bathed my body in a rivulet of vitamin tonic; the world outside seemed to be a pathetic hospital; with people holding their faces in inexplicable despair; orphans wandering on the roads with antiseptic bandages wound to their throats,

When I bathed my body in a bucket replete with foamy soap; the world outside seemed to be a profuse blanket of frothy spray; with denizens walking on an island of
spongy bubbles; bursting them pompously with their fingers to clear their way,

When I bathed my body in whirlpools of pulsating rock music; the world outside seemed to be a sleazily blaring discotheque; with countless clusters of youngsters gyrating their bodies to unsynchronized beats of vibrant sound,

When I bathed my body in a shower of raunchy salt; the world outside seemed to be overwhelmingly tantalizing; with even the incomprehensibly old seeming to bounce
euphorically with new found rigors of life,

When I bathed my body in plumes of black vehicle smoke; the world outside seemed to be an obfuscated blur; with visibility cutting down to almost an absolute zero and dynamic individuals hopelessly tripping their footing even before they decided to walk,

And eventually when I bathed my body in a compassionate waterfall of her moist breath; the world outside seemed to have vanished in entirety; didn't appear at all no matter how hard I strained my eyes; for all I could feel; imagine; and appreciate was her mesmerizing eyes and lips; the invincible seed of romance; now palpitating turbulently in her heart as I touched her.
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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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