239 Quotes by Nikhil Parekh

Call me esoteric; a sleazily withering entity abstrusely hard to comprehend

One of the most adulated fruits at the vendor's imperiously embellished establishment, / Was the relished watermelon.

Playing hide and seek with me behind the bushes; as a complete stranger to even the most infinitesimal virtue; of my ardently esoteric demeanor

When the clouds in the cosmos wanted to have some fun; they clashed playfully against each other; fomenting heavenly droplets of liquid to tumble down in rhapsodic frenzy.

But at the end of the benign day and as the Sun eventually / paid its last tributes to regally aristocratic brightness / there was nothing as pricelessly humanitarian / as home / sweet home.

If there was water on rampant flames of fire ominously rising up by the zipping second; the occupants inside would be saved from the tyranny of being burnt alive.

Life in recluse was esoteric, Life in keyhole was inconspicuous.

If there was water on clusters of scarlet rose; they would diffuse a blissful fragrance penetrating the claustrophobic environment with a reinvigorating aroma.

I brutally tore through the skin of the succulent watermelon, / urged myself into the action of devouring blood red chunks of the fruit.