You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 13

by Nikhil Parekh

  celestially untamed; freedom.

  C’mon shoot me in my belly; Am ready this very minute to uninhibitedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of unfathomably vivid and

  tantalizingly voluptuous; seduction.

  C’mon shoot me in my conscience; Am ready  this very minute to irretrievably take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of irrefutably indomitable and perpetually consecrating; truth.

  C’mon shoot me in my eyelashes; Am ready this very minute to unperturbedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of fathomlessly resplendent and limitlessly reborn; flirtation.

  C’mon shoot me in my nostrils; Am ready this very minute to unshakably take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of perennially iridescent

  and ebulliently fructifying; life.

  C’mon shoot me in my heart; Am ready this very minute to uncomplainingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of immortally Omnipotent

  and insuperably bonding; love .

  29. LIKE THERE WERE  AN INFINITE MORE TOMORROWS

  I wanted you to kiss me on my tantalizingly  svelte lips this very moment; but like there were going be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and

  undyingly augmenting compassion,

  I wanted you to kiss me on my jubilantly intrepid forehead this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and inimitably priceless understanding,

  I wanted you to kiss me on my exhilaratingly nubile feet this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting

  and beautifully untainted adventure,

  I wanted you to kiss me on my poignantly blossoming cheeks this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and spell-bindingly inebriated flirtation,

  I wanted you to kiss me on my sensuously embellished eyelashes this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and profusely exemplary mischief,

  I wanted you to kiss me on my intricately sensitive ears this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting

  and ebulliently enlightening whispering,

  I wanted you to kiss me on my irrefutably persevering sweat this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and resplendently emollient righteousness,

  I wanted you to kiss me on my seductively wavering nape this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting

  and ubiquitously unending cavorting,

  I wanted you to kiss me on my fantastically unbridled belly this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting

  and triumphantly unconquerable virility,

  I wanted you to kiss me on my ecstatically burgeoning bosom this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting

  and victoriously unceasing fieriness,

  I wanted you to kiss me on my candidly emphatic eyes this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting

  and timelessly insuperable solidarity,

  I wanted you to kiss me on my fearlessly unprejudiced chest this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting

  and magically ameliorating selflessness,

  I wanted you to kiss me on my inexplicably cris-crossed palms this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting

  and limitlessly enigmatic destiny,

  I wanted you to kiss me on my ravishingly titillating hair this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting

  and vivaciously effulgent uncanniness,

  I wanted you to kiss me on my altruistically Spartan hands this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting

  and eternally emancipating goodness,

  I wanted you to kiss me on my magnetically enticing shadow this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting

  and indefatigably healing togetherness,

  I wanted you to kiss me on my blissfully rhapsodic throat this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting

  and tirelessly proliferating mellifluousness,

  I wanted you to kiss me on my impeccably unimpeachable conscience this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and miraculously amalgamating truthfulness,

  I wanted you to kiss me on my unshakably blessed heart; this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting

  and immortally Omnipotent love,

  And I wanted you to kiss me on my unsurpassably passionate nostrils this very moment; but like there going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and symbiotically humanitarian existence .

 

  30. LOSING MY VIRGINITY

  The rhapsodically untainted leaves; lost their virginity to the tantalizingly draughts of the unstoppably ecstatic and beautifully silken breeze,

  The indomitably ferocious Sun; lost its virginity to the evanescent beams of the spell bindingly eclectic and enchantingly blessed dawn,

  The triumphantly fertile earth; lost its virginity to the plodding of the vibrantly obstreperous and intrusively adulterated footsteps,

  The unassailably glorious mountain peak; lost its virginity to the sensuous wisps of the bountifully bestowing and celestially surreal clouds,

  The stupendously undulating sea; lost its virginity to the shimmering sands of the poignantly titillating and handsomely maverick shores,

  The magnanimously stupefying night; lost its virginity to the jubilant streaks of the sensuously untamed and inimitably unconquerable white lightening,

  The melodiously gurgling throat; lost its virginity to the poignant streams of the irrefutably transparent and seductively slippery spit,

  The astoundingly intricate veins; lost their virginity to the life-yielding rivulets of the ubiquitously crimson and blessedly sacrosanct blood,

  The royally sculptured palms; lost their virginity to the inexplicable lines of enigmatically eclectic and inevitably mystical destiny lines,

  The profoundly fantastic hill-slopes; lost their virginity to the exultating cascade of the blissfully ameliorating and victoriously frosty waterfall,

  The altruistically barren paper; lost its virginity to the coherent embellishment of the enthusiastically fulminating and literately majestic sapphire ink,

  The unbelievably rubicund lips; lost their virginity to the raging inferno of unstoppably fiery and fervently royal kisses,

  The amazingly silver web; lost its virginity to the surreptitiously tingling impression of the unprecedentedly fast and multifariously talented spider,

  The exuberantly blossoming rose; lost its virginity to the boisterous body of the rambunctiously raconteur and incessantly chattering bumble bee,

  The exhilaratingly curved road; lost its virginity to the wanton cavalcade of the indefatigably buzzing and indiscriminately marauding vehicles,

  The ebulliently robust cheeks; lost their virginity to the unabashed swirl of the incongruously unruly and uninhibitedly machismo beard,

  The fabulously emollient grassblades; lost their virginity to the beauteous sprinkling of the eternally burgeoning and timelessly golden dewdrops,

  The indispensably ardent nostrils; lost their virginity to the unrelenting festoon of the

  perennially blossoming and undyingly infallible breath,

  The
timelessly persevering armpits; lost their virginity to the righteous fountain of unflinchingly fragrant and philanthropically egalitarian sweat,  

  And I; lost my virginity not just for this birth; but for an infinite more births of mine yet to unfurl; to you and no other girl but you in this entire fathomlessly benign Universe; O! pricelessly immortal beloved .

 

  31. THE FIRST AND LAST NAME.

  Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which diabolically asphyxiates every ounce of felicity; every unfurling instant of robust existence,

  Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which criminally crucifies even the most evanescent insinuation of invincibly sparkling truth,

 

  Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which unsavorily and indefatigably slanders the very crux of majestically fructifying existence,

  Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which venomously prejudices even the most inseparable relations of sacrosanct blood,

  Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which chauvinistically lambastes you till even beyond the realms of hedonistically devastating hell,

  Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which annihilates even the most insouciant of your  desire to compassionately befriend your mates in duress,

  Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which renders you as the most bawdily pathetic beggar; even after you’d mastered every single virtue of unconquerable honesty,

  Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which wholesomely pulverizes every iota of philanthropic goodness; intrinsically augmenting in your freshly born soul,

  Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which vindictively demolishes even the most unassailably replenished of civilizations; like inanely decrepit matchsticks,

  Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which engenders such a preposterously disgusting stench; that there spreads nothing else but a morass of incorrigibly satanic hatred,

  Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which has its non-existent roots profusely soaked in nothing else; but a disheveled drainpipe of blood; blood and only gorily sacrilegious blood,

  Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which foments even the most inimitably holistic of man; to unforgivably metamorphose into an indiscriminately rampaging terrorist,

  Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which salaciously plunders every aspect of symbiotic survival; with the coffins of unsparingly treacherous enmity,

  Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which perpetuates even the most passionately venerated of blood; to worthlessly slaver into the aisles of wantonly pugnacious nothingness,

  Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which no doubt allows you to parade in palaces of sanctimoniously glittering gold; but bereft of the even the tiniest beat in your god-gifted heart,

  Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which limitlessly tortures the most invisible of your ghost; even after you abdicated veritable breath and died,

  Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which forever transforms the most fearlessly infallible of your signature; into that of the horrifically marauding devil,

  Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which is more insanely worthless than licentious meaninglessness; but which has the uncanny power to make every caste; creed; religion; and tribe; mercilessly bleed until death,

  Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but “Currency Note”; a name which is unanimously disliked; castigated and shrugged by every form of the Omnipotent Creator; in the cosmos and Universe divine,

  But ever since the time that this earth has been evolved out of obsolete air; and by the grace of the Omniscient Lord Almighty; right until the moment it continues to enchantingly breathe; symbiotically palpitate; astoundingly proliferate; celestially bless

  and undauntedly survive,  

  The FIRST and LAST name of life; has been; is; and shall forever and ever and ever continue to be love; love and only blessedly “Immortal Love” 

 

 

 

  32. NO DIVIDERS 

  The highways of sadistically unending brutality; were ghastily inundated with an infinite dividers of limitlessly indiscriminate and tyrannically lambasting hatred,

  The highways of anomalously manipulated lies; were hedonistically inundated with an infinite dividers of fecklessly insane and truculently pernicious reproachfulness,

  The highways of chauvinistically tarnished anarchy; were treacherously inundated with an infinite dividers of ignominiously demented and vindictively invidious

  opposition,

  The highways of gorily torturous death; were maliciously inundated with an infinite dividers of indescribably massacring and interminably agonizing misery,

  The highways of unsparingly barbarous lies; were criminally inundated with an infinite dividers of ominously pulverizing and horrifically wanton sinfulness,

  The highways of crazily beheading molestation; were disdainfully inundated with an infinite dividers of gruesomely opprobrious and inconsolably unsolicited suffering,

  The highways of deliriously inane obsession; were pathetically inundated with an infinite dividers of penuriously tormented and haplessly dithering frustration,

  The highways of lethally cold-blooded politics; were tawdrily inundated with an infinite dividers of never-endingly inexplicable and bizarrely slandering fear,

  The highways of gratuitously profane slavery; were venomously inundated with an infinite dividers of horrendously dilapidated and cadaverously evanescent oppression,

  The highways of preposterously robotic commercialism; were abhorrently inundated with an infinite dividers of sacrilegiously intolerable and wickedly debasing corruption,

  The highways of indolently shriveled laziness; were perennially inundated with an infinite dividers of baselessly meandering and drearily unnecessary decay,

  The highways of malevolently paranoid gloom; were surreptitiously inundated with an infinite dividers of interminably withering and atrociously debilitating disease,

  The highways of meaninglessly ungainly cowardliness; were nonchalantly inundated with an infinite dividers of unrelentingly castigating and licentiously floundering infertility,

  The highways of parsimoniously cursed illiteracy; were inevitably inundated with an infinite dividers of unsurpassably unforgivable and diabolically stabbing unemployment,

  The highways of ghoulishly lonely widowhood; were sorrowfully inundated with an infinite dividers of unfathomably obfuscated and wretchedly deteriorating belief,

  The highways of bawdily excoriating adultery; were immorally inundated with an infinite dividers of unforgivably beheading and endlessly amorphous cursedness,

  The highways of indefatigably penalizing war; were unfaithfully inundated with an infinite dividers of nonsensically uncalled and ferociously hateful bloodshed,

  The
highways of acridly maligned betrayal; were vapidly inundated with an infinite dividers of unstoppably incarcerating and distastefully demonic darkness,

  Whilst the highways of pricelessly immortal and unassailably divine love; never ever had; and never ever would have; any imperiling dividers .