What’s love all about?


What’s love all about?

 

No asphyxiating rules; not the slightest seed of
ghastily terrorizing commercialism around,

No bizarre monotony; not the slightest innuendo of
debilitating stagnation insidiously floating around,

No usurped definitions; not the slightest of
deliriously incarcerating society; to brutally jail it
in its way,

No prejudiced manipulation; not the slightest of
cold-blooded barbarism stealthily lurking at
clandestine crannies of wastrel civilization,

No traumatic agony; not the slightest teardropp of
frustrating malice; which baselessly annihilated
countless impeccable; in its cadaverously inane swirl,

No frigid infertility; not the slightest of crippling
infidelity that stabbed you beyond the threshold of
extinction; the instant you turned your back,

No vicarious salaciousness; not the slightest of
animosity permeating vindictively into the fabric of
spellbindingly enchanting humanity,

No nefarious meanness; not the slightest of derogatory
inflammation perilously creeping into the
synergistically benign structure of humanity,

No wreckless insomnia; not the slightest of invidious
laziness disparagingly stagnating the vivacious mantra
of blissfully burgeoning existence,

No tawdry indiscrimination; not the slightest of
vengeful parasites satanically sucking innocuous blood
from the heart of this symbiotically celestial planet,

No inexplicable hopelessness; not the slightest of
disparity preposterously corrupting the spirit of
unsurpassable unity inherently impregnating the
pricelessly insuperable atmosphere,

No deplorable delinquency; not the slightest of
vituperatively ostracizing devil; that treacherously
deserted you in your times of blood-curling duress,

No squelching torture; not the slightest of fretfully
ribald deterioration; indefatigably endangering the
rudiments of irrefutable truth in the fathomless
planet,

No fiendish robbery; not the slightest spell of
doomsday depriving holistically coalescing bodies; of
their unparalleled elixir to fantastically exist,

No spurious religion; not the slightest of bawdy
fanaticism; mercilessly snatching loved ones from
their adorably venerated kin,

No blood-thirsty injustice; not the slightest travesty
of the oceans of unconquerably glorious righteousness;
the principles of ubiquitously sacrosanct friendship,

No worthless shivering; not the slightest of
relentlessly shivering in the torturous cold outside;
while demons of lies marauded at rampant will on this
boundless planet,

No abysmal nonchalance; not the slightest of
lacklusterness cancerously weakening the crux of
stupendously proliferating and timelessly blessing
life,

Only immortally endowing life; Only unflinchingly
united existence; Only truth blazing into eternal
Omnipotence; Only perpetually fructifying bondage;
Only exhilaration unprecedented culminating into the
realms of everlastingly propitious paradise,

That’s what 100% Love has forever taught you; that’s
what 100 % Love does to you every unfurling minute of
your diminutively impoverished life; that’s what 100%
Love all about….

(c) (r) copyright-by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.  

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