You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 13

by Nikhil Parekh

 

  33. A TRUE LOVER

  A true lover isn’t one who fanatically chops every part of his fingers for the sake of his magical beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to invincibly fortify her blissful grip upon the limitlessly enchanting canvas of this enamoring planet; instead.

  A true lover isn’t one who deliriously slices every part of his brain for the sake of his eternal beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to augment her resplendently spell-binding fantasies an infinite times more than planet infinity; instead.

  A true lover isn’t one who ruthlessly pulverizes every part of his foot for the sake of his bountiful beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to reinforce even the most evanescent element of her nimbly dwindling stride; instead.

  A true lover isn’t one who tyrannically blinds every part of his eye for the sake of his jubilant beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to unassailably drift her only towards the pathways of panoramically uninhibited righteousness; instead.

  A true lover isn’t one who diabolically slashes every part of his ear for the sake of his insuperable beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to timelessly discern all those devilish sounds that dared come near her; instead.

  A true lover isn’t one who sadistically knives every part of his chest for the sake of his redolent beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to compassionately sequester her against all truculent rain and storm; instead.

  A true lover isn’t one who cadaverously cuts every part of his veins for the sake of his effulgent beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to build bonds of unconquerably symbiotic humanity with her; instead.

  A true lover isn’t one who indiscriminately massacres every part of his tongue for the sake of his holistic beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to beautifully smother each bit of cynical dryness that insidiously crept into her persona; instead.

  A true lover isn’t one who hedonistically dries every part of his blood for the sake of his mesmerizing beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to humanitarianly reinvigorate her inevitably deteriorating body systems; instead.

  A true lover isn’t one who criminally squelches every part of his bones for the sake of his poignant beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to fearlessly reinforce newfound temerity in her; to face even the most uncouthly demonic aspect of life;

  instead.

  A true lover isn’t the one who barbarously axes every part of his lips for the sake of his tantalizing beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to make her feel the most desired woman on this fathomless Universe; instead.

  A true lover isn’t the one who meaninglessly crucifies every part of his arms for the sake of his iridescent beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to unflinchingly persevere with her in every philanthropically egalitarian mission of life; instead.

  A true lover isn’t the one who treacherously bludgeons every part of his belly for the sake of his ardent beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to cushion her lugubriously dreary scalp in each inexplicably distressing situation of hers; instead.

  A true lover isn’t the one who unsparingly batters every part of his teeth for the sake of his emollient beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to chew each bit of obdurately slandering cynicism that came her way; instead.

  A true lover isn’t the one who horrendously beheads every part of his neck for the sake of his ecstatic beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to make her unabashedly swerve in an atmosphere of ubiquitously ameliorating equanimity; instead.

  A true lover isn’t the one who wretchedly aborts every part of his virility for the sake of his blessed beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to indefatigably unite with her and let the chapters of holistic proliferation continue on this planet for a

  countless more births yet to unveil; instead.

  A true lover isn’t the one who sinfully erases every part of his shadow for the sake of his altruistic beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same stupendously mollify each of her acrimoniously agitated senses; instead.

  A true lover isn’t the one who venomously butchers every part of his nostrils for his fabulous beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to impregnate inimitable heavens of quintessential breath into each of her dying breath; instead. 

   

  And a true lover isn’t the one who idiotically kills every part of his heart for his priceless beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to immortally bond

  her into the passionate beats of unshakably everlasting love; instead .

  34. FULL STOP.

   

  Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every ounce of diabolically demented lies; the profanely beleaguered manipulation of the tongue which was the greatest of

  living parasite,

  Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every shade of pathetically impoverished racial indiscrimination; the sanctimonious boundaries of caste; creed; color and race; which irrevocably crippled resplendent earth; for an infinite more of its destined lives,

  Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every act of heinously committed crime; those countless innocent screams which wafted till eternity and without the tiniest of

  respite,

  Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every gutter of commercialism from oozing its cadaverous streams; the robotically unemotional arms of sacrilegious monotony;

  forever crucifying the idol of divine human sensitivity,

  Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every insinuation of tawdrily devastating politics; the tireless mockery of priceless living beings being made; by a handful of egocentrically bald world leaders,

  Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every salaciously ribald desert of adulteration; foolhardily wanton human contraptions; unforgivably plundering into the unconquerable virginity of mother nature,

  Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every war that happens in the name of spurious religion; those boundless children who’re mercilessly orphaned; as an aftermath

  of abhorrently penalizing meaninglessness,

  Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every deliriously jinxed imagination of the sinfully satanic brain; the horrendous ramifications of inconsolably brutal bloodshed that

  it irretrievably led to,

  Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every graveyard of self inflicted decay; the morass of disdainfully unbearable obsolescence; which inexorably massacres even the most

  infinitesimal desire to exist,

  Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every ingredient of baselessly non-existent pride; the inevitably burying downfall that immediately followed it; without the slightest of innuendo,

  Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every shade of fecklessly livid gloom; the vindictive daggerheads of inexplicable depression; that unsparingly ripped apart even the most sacrosanct lining of the soul,

  Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every footstep of ludicrous insecurity; the germs of ignominiously baseless fear starting to unceasingly  gobble you; even before you could alight a single foot,

  Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every impression of dogmatic impotence; the morbidly unthinkable corpses of stagnation that arose; when you chauvinistically

  and selfishly conserved your seeds in your own body,

  Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every bit of delinquent lacklusterness on this fathomless planet; the innumerable innocuous deaths that took place every unfurling instant; in the prisons of besmirched unemployment,

  Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every robust tree being heartlessly felled; the most preposterously unbearable metamorphosing of every meadow of celestial green;

  into a crematorium of inconspicuously malicious ash,

  Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every breath of ominously squelching betrayal that surreptitiously eloped from the nostril; a indefatigably violent and mournfully pugnacious civilization that culminated therein,

  Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every anecdote of uncouthly pulverizing the unfortunately poor; erec
ting castles of worthless gold on the foundations of

  unimpeachably truthful humanitarian blood,

  Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every submissive defeat infront of the unjustly marauding devil; those uncountable moments of castrated imprisonment whilst

  surrendering; whereas the head should only bow down on the feet of the Omnipotent Creator, 

  And then; immediately after every  FULL STOP that you put; start each new sentence of your symbiotically redolent and benign life; afresh and majestically

  replenished with the blessings of the Omnipresent Creator and the magical words of “Immortal Love”

  35. RETURN RUNNING BACK 

  Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Destiny” in the most enchantingly celestial of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this boundless Universe; only to the periphery of the rustically bohemian palms,

  Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Smile” in the most spell bindingly opulent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this fathomless Universe; only to the peripher of the altruistically compassionate

  lips,

  Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Empathy” in the most beautifully unassailable of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this limitless Universe; only to the periphery of the synergistically twinkling eye,

  Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Hunger” in the most magically untainted of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this colossal Universe; only to the periphery of the tirelessly impoverished stomach,

  Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Truth” in the most jubilantly mesmerizing of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this gigantic Universe; only to the periphery of the synergistically burgeoning conscience,

  Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Fantasy” in the most victoriously unfettered of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this interminable Universe; only to the periphery of the uninhibitedly gifted brain,

  Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Humanity” in the most astoundingly sparkling of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running

  back; from wherever on this unceasing Universe; only to the periphery of

  the symbiotically enchanting veins,

  Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Strength” in the most fantastically emollient of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this endless Universe; only to the periphery of the blessedly venerated soul,

  Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Perseverance” in the most fabulously scintillating of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running

  back; from wherever on this insuperable Universe; only to the periphery of

  the righteously perspiring armpits,

  Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Adventure” in the most enthrallingly undying of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running

  back; from wherever on this poignant Universe; only to the periphery of the nimbly dancing feet,

  Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Optimism” in the most indisputably pristine paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back;

  from wherever on this Herculean Universe; only to the periphery of the fearlessly advancing stride,

  Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Ecstasy” in the most gloriously bewitching of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unlimited Universe; only to the periphery of the intricately nubile skin,

  Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Melody” in the most amazingly glistening of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unsurpassable Universe; only to the periphery of the wonderfully vivacious throat,

  Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Artistry” in the most resplendently enigmatic of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unbridled Universe; only to the periphery of the magnetically embellished fingers,

  Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Sensitivity” in the most adorably effervescent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this ebullient Universe; only to the periphery of the bounteously unimpeachable ears,

  Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Mystery” in the most vibrantly virile of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unbelievable Universe; only to the periphery of the tranquilly ameliorating shadow,

  Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Sensuality” in the most iridescently redolent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this interminable Universe; only to the periphery of the eternally fiery nostrils,

  Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Humility” in the most ubiquitously proliferating of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this impregnable Universe; only to the periphery of the harmoniously obeisant neck, 

  And try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Love” in the most incredulously bedazzling of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running

  back; from wherever on this magical Universe; only to the periphery of the immortally throbbing heart .

 

 

 

  36. INEVITABLY AND BOUND TO

  When two pairs of lips came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either compassionately smooched each other; or stab each other with daggerheads of maliciously prejudiced contempt,

  When two pairs of eyes came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either flirtatiously wink at each other; or burn each other with the fires of unceremoniously atrocious and unlimited vindication,

  When two pairs of brains came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to;  either unite together to fantasize in the mists of eternal paradise; or plot against each other; the most demonically sinister corpses of hell,

  When two pairs of feet came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either tirelessly adventure and exultate together; or kick each other with the maelstroms of chauvinistically imprisoned ego; reigning haplessly supreme,

  When two pairs of nails came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either unitedly carve the most spell-bindingly artistic pathways of symbiotic

  hope; or uncontrollably scratch each other; till they felt every other color singularly metamorphose into the color of gory blood,

  When two pairs of palms came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either amalgamate together into the bonds of perennially unflinching camaraderie;

  or acridly slap each other; the most resoundingly intolerable slaps of racial hatred,

  When two pairs of ears came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either timelessly discern even the most infinitesimal iota of sensitivity in the celestial atmosphere; or pretend horrendously deaf to even the most sorrowfully ghastliest

  of each other’s cries,

  When two pairs of bloodstreams came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either unassailably coalesce to give birth to an entire new river of impregnable humanity; or wage indiscriminately terrorizing war with each other till even centuries after the end of their destined time,

  When two pairs of shoulders came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either philanthropically bond to ameliorate every echelon of abjectly suffering living kind; or inexorably assert thunderclaps of ignominious rebuke against each other;

  until both unanimously crumbled towards threadbare ground,

  When two pairs of fingers came in close proximity; they were inev
itably bound to; either poignantly sketch every vein of panoramically unfettered beauty

  on this Universe; or deliberately poke at each other’s ribs like the worst of foes,

  When two pairs of tongues came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either profusely lick at each other till their hearts content; or spit the most sacrilegiously wanton streams of delirious spit; upon each other’s face,

  When two pairs of bellies came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either sensuously bask in the unlimited glory of tantalizing touch; or disastrously try and pummel each other; well beneath ostensibly robust layers of soil,