Nikhil Parekh Poems

She was there in every song that I heard; existing as its most stupendously melodious elements; drowning my impoverished countenance; in waves of perennially rhapsodic ecstasy,

She was there in every path that I tread; existing as a trail of seductively tantalizing enigma; to deluge me in a blanket of insatiably untamed wilderness,
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No hands to caress my nape except hers; tantalizingly tingling every famished pore of my drearily exhausted and lackadaisically hanging skin,

No eyes to sight my countenance except hers; as she made me feel like a majestically unparalleled king; with each of her tumultuously ardent stares,
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You could perhaps incarcerate the tree; but it was irrefutably impossible to imprison its euphorically exhilarating breeze; which swept in majestic unison across
the blissfully enchanting atmosphere,

You could perhaps incarcerate the body; but it was irrefutably impossible to imprison its fathomless repertoire of righteous ideals; which shimmered in Omnipotent grandiloquence; all brilliant day and charismatically starry night,
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Just a moment ago; she was simply an ordinary girl for me; trespassing past my backyard; as the Sun languidly prepared to settle behind the horizons,
While at present; she had become the sole mission of my disastrously bedraggled life; transpiring me to escalate above the ultimate epitomes of bountiful prosperity; with the mesmerizing cadence in her charming voice.

Just a moment ago; she was simply an ordinary girl for me; confronting me inadvertently on the boisterously bustling streets; as countless other entities
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When the pigeons erred; not following its regular rhythm of flight as tumultuous storms overhauled the silken afternoon; they deplorably sank in a bedraggled
heap; to murderously coalesce with despicably cold ground,

When the rose erred; not following its regular rhythm of swirling radiantly with the ecstatic breeze; it despondently withered in mists of rotten gloom; inexplicably diffusing painstakingly pathetic stink; instead of glorious waves of exuberant scent,
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I wanted to embellish your poetic eyelashes; with the voluptuous excitement that lingered profusely on each pore of my impoverished skin,

I wanted to deluge your mesmerizing hair; with the passionate moisture embracing my fervently trembling palms; wanting to mystically explore each arena of your exotic body,
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There were infinite voices that lingered in this Universe; some as tangy as the vivacious oceans; while some blew more hoarser than the volatile dragons,
But your mesmerizing tunes were the only ones I heard; catapulting me into the rhapsodically divine land of the God's.

There were infinite hair that floated in this Universe; some as hideously obdurate as the pigs skin; while some more tantalizing than the ultimate of seductresses,
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Do you want to know why your lips had a smile; coyly blushed as the sky blended wholesomely with the color of the moon?
Ask the passion that fulminated from my countenance; wanting to profusely encapsulate them in the swirl of agnetic desire.

Do you want to know why your eyes twinkled violently; casting an impregnable spell on every object; they lay their impeccable sight on?
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It was the greatest honor for me on this fathomless planet; to forever close my lids after sighting the whites of your majestically impeccable eyes,
As in them I regally found the vividly panoramic beauty of this fathomless Universe; for infinite more births of mine yet to unveil.

It was the greatest honor for me on this spell-binding planet; to forever close my lips after tasting the sweetness of your sensuously effulgent cheeks,
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Just because somebody calls the compassionately breathing rose a pathetically dilapidated gutter; doesn't mean that it wholesomely loses all its stupendously perennial fragrance,

Just because somebody calls Omnipotently dazzling Sun a cadaverous hell of abysmal darkness; doesn't mean that it wholesomely loses all its unconquerably blistering flamboyance,
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