Life = Death - volume 2 - Poems on Life , Death

by Nikhil Parekh

  fruits of robust nature,?

  There was a desire to charismatically? breathe; there was a desire to exist perennially bonded with your eternal beloved; O! Yes there was unconquerably emollient life.

  3.

  As long as there was an inexorable urge to unveil your eyes to the rainbows of vivaciously burgeoning righteousness; forever quell diabolically insidious crime with the waves of ubiquitous peace and synergistic humanity,

  As long as there was an irrefutable urge to clasp hand in hand and walk fearlessly forward; stand peerlessly tall to defend the cause of blazingly patriotic truth,

  As long as there was an unending urge to embellish the body like a newly-wedded bride; live and let live like an unshakable prince; even though were about to abjure

  from every kingly pleasure of survival,

  As long as there was an intractable urge to earn your very own livelihood; royally fend for your own body and bone; without being a salaciously decrepit parasite on lame orphanages and kin,

  There was a desire to unchallangably breathe; there was a desire to exist forever huddled as a child in the impregnable lap of your heavenly mother; O! Yes there

  was pristinely magical life.

  ?

  ?

  ?

  40. FIRST?

  ?

  Even the most insuperably Omnipotent of Sun had to intransigently burn itself first; before imparting boundless galleries of optimistically mitigating and enchanting daylight,

  Even the most unbelievably voluptuous waves had to clash against the cold-blooded rocks first; before diffusing into an exhilarating odyssey of timelessly poignant froth,

  Even the most iridescently emollient stars had to float in obscurely disdainful clouds and blackness first; before entrancing the entire Universe with an endless stream of spell bindingly cavorting twinkle,

  Even the most indomitably towering mountains had to face the indiscriminate whiplash of gratuitously inexorable storm; rain and traitors first; before compassionately sequestering countless helpless in their invincible belly,

  Even the most harmoniously synergistic of bees had to get unsparingly mobbed in their hives first; before exuding into the most bountifully fructifying of majestically golden honey,

  Even the most prolifically talented writers had to cry a billion tears of eccentric frustration first; before evolving a whole new civilization of astoundingly blessed freshness; through each of their effusively ebullient words,

  Even the most mystically serene forests had to bear the brutally agonizing roar of the untamed lion first; before wonderfully metamorphosing into a paradise of celestially impregnable sleep,

  Even the most impeccably sacrosanct milk had to obnoxiously molest and pulverize itself first; before transforming into cisterns of unsurpassably heavenly and incredulously frolicking curd,

  Even the most opulently diamond studded candle had to ludicrously melt itself first; before culminating into a beam of priceless hope; in the forlornly cadaverous and starless night,

  Even the most unequivocally scintillating of mirror had to shatter itself into an infinite fragments of nothingness first; before it could reflect the most unbiasedly truthful and unconquerable image of eternal righteousness,

  Even the most holistically ever-pervading goddess had to peerlessly cross the austerely blazing fires first; before proving to her husband that she was an

  unparalleled apostle of unshakable faithfulness and humanity,

  Even the most beautifully burgeoning soil had to disastrously puncture itself with seeds first; before miraculously sprouting into the royally untainted fruits of unflinchingly mesmerizing humanity,

  Even the most melodiously resting mind had to uncontrollably fantasize first; before incredulously mollifying each of its restlessly howling dormitories with inevitably gratifying siesta,

  Even the most compassionately inhaling sheep had to mercilessly shave their skins first; before ubiquitously imparting entities of every fraternity; with unconquerably convivial warmth,

  Even the most stupendously fragrant roses had to face the onslaught of a limitless vituperative insects on their petals first; before perpetuating an unprecedented gorge of egalitarian scent; in the hearts of one and all organism; sacredly alike,

  Even the most articulately ingratiating magician had to drown himself into a spell of tirelessly flawless concentration first; before spawning a hall of brilliantly

  unfettered magic,

  Even the most irrefutably spotless conscience had to transcend over a trillion treacherously derogatory lies first ; before timelessly proliferating into an unceasing cosmos of Omnipresently bestowing justice,

  Even the most pricelessly inimitable of inventions had to lick lugubriously meaningless dirt and shit first; before handsomely enlightening the entire planet with

  light of regally dazzling newness,

  And even the most immortal of love and life had to embrace a fathomless deaths in the coffins of indiscriminately excoriating hell first; before blossoming into an insuperably ever-pervading atmosphere of prosperity; divinity and endlessly

  symbiotic paradise.

  50. JUST A BIG ZERO

  ?

  Try impregnating it between L & VE; and you have the most enchanting word ever; in this fathomlessly sprawling universe,

  Try adding just a solitary digit to its rotund persona; and you have a numeral which exuberantly commences the chapter of mystically enigmatic numerology,

  Try rolling it down the hills with a thoroughly jaded stick; and I am sure you would catapult back into memories of nostalgically impeccable childhood,

  Try hurling it in free space; and it traversed magnificently like a majestic eagle; royally flirting in the air; before landing on the stupendously voluptuous carpet of

  verdant grass,

  Try embossing it after the last digit of your parsimonious check; and witness the impoverished account swell to dynamically kingly proportions,

  Try slipping it over your countenance; and it

  engulfs you for times immemorial; in its invincibly fascinating grip,

  Try writing it infinite no. of times on a barren page; and you suddenly have the paper staring back at you; profusely pepped up with volatile life,

  Try shouting it hysterically down the boundlessly deep gorge; and you inevitably feel a wave of tantalizing freshness; encapsulate your profoundly frazzled senses,

  Try overwhelmingly concentrating at the face of a new born child; and you'll find its innocuously charismatic impression wandering in abundance,

  Try compressing it just an inconspicuous trifle; and you'll get a line as straight as an arrow; ready to perpetuate infinite kilometers above the gorgeous clouds,

  Try blowing a euphorically melodious whistle which stirred insurmountable chords of seduction in the morbid winds around; and you'll see it appear on the perfectly open contours of your lips,

  Try placing it over every 1; and you'll find the integer simmer in unfathomable ardor; with poignant empathy radiating till times beyond eternity from its caricature,

  Try molding countless rings of it in rampantly asymmetrical rows; and you'll soon evolve a delectable tunnel which; rekindles the passions of your diminishing soul,

  Try glimpsing it on the time piece of the disastrously crude bomb; and you'll hardly have time to reminisce the glorious moments of your life; as the contraption blasted through walls of senility; propelling obnoxious smoke to curl up

  menacingly towards the sky,

  Try sketching it on a lackadaisically rustic bored face; and you'd naturally diffuse into spurts of uninhibited laughter; as the entity miraculously metamorphosed into a clown,

  Try viewing the gargantuan Universe through it; and you'll find everything beautifully in focus; marvelously harmonious and synchronized like never before,

  Try embodying it after every feasibly conceivable sentence; and believe me this infinitesimal dot; was enough to put an immortal end to it for decades unsurpassa
ble,

  Try embracing it at any juncture of your life; and you'll feel the wave of pretentious pompousness wholesomely disappear from your visage; realize your diminutive presence in front of the Almighty Lord,

  And inspite of all this; if you still ridicule that the number I was talking about was just a big zero; then I irrefutably invite you to think again.

  The End .