Nikhil Parekh

Freshman - 508 Points (27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

Dying In Your Perpetual Lap - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

An honor more indomitable for me; than euphorically catapulting to the
handsomely embellished summit of the invincible Himalayas,
An honor more Herculean for me; than resplendently relishing every
ingredient of my blood; with the eternally fructifying fruits of
mother nature,
An honor more unsurpassable for me; than engendering the entire
Universe to nimbly dance; on my harmoniously symbiotic fingertips,
An honor more unlimited for me; than assimilating every conceivable
trace of
affluence; from the panoramically mesmerizing treasuries of this
Was breathing the last breath of my impoverished life in your divinely
O! Eternal Beloved; profoundly reminiscing those ardent moments when we
just first met; and then dying in your beautiful lap only to be reborn;
yours and only yours IMMORTAL LOVER…

An honor more unfathomable for me; than rejoicing my life as a
embellished prince; every unfurling minute that I insuperably lived,
An honor more limitless for me; than imbibing every bit of ingenious
proliferation; that bountifully flowered on the trajectory of this
unbelievably eclectic Universe,
An honor more boundless for me; than leading every instant of my
as the wind of aristocratically blazing patriotism and philanthropic
An honor more momentous for me; than being consecrated as a temple of
heavenly righteousness; for my indefatigable pioneering of the religion
Was breathing the last breath of my truncated life close to your
lips O! Enamoring Beloved; poignantly reminiscing our clandestine
away from all conventionally tyrannical society; and then dying in your
perennial lap; only to be reborn as yours and only yours IMMORTAL

An honor more victorious for me; than reigning as an inferno of
unflinching authority; over every construable bit of space on this
relentlessly unceasing earth,
An honor more unending for me; than being worshipped as an irrevocably
altruistic martyr; by all echelon of iridescently motley mankind,
An honor more memorable for me; than impregnably illuminating as a
flame of Omnipotently optimistic hope; in every household besieged with
ghoulishly disparaging despair,
An honor more enlightening for me; than relentlessly feasting my eyes
on the
corridors of peerlessly undefeatable and blissfully timeless paradise,
Was breathing the last breath of my destitute life staring into your
ingratiatingly pristine eyes O! Bountiful Beloved; compassionately
reminiscing those moments when our lips met in torrentially ecstatic
for the very first time; and then dying in your inimitable lap; only
to be
reborn as yours and only yours IMMORTAL LOVER…
An honor more tremendous for me; than unrelentingly drenching myself in
rain of tirelessly blessing prosperity,
An honor more versatile for me; than being prolifically written about;
serenaded to the most unprecedented limits of cynosure; all across the
hi-tech world,
An honor more towering for me; than being christened as the most
sacred; humanitarian saint alive,
An honor more fragrant for me; than coalescing even the most mercurial
cranny of my countenance with the blessedly untainted religion of
Was breathing the last breath of my unsolicited life nibbling at your
ears O! benign Beloved; effusively reminiscing that instant when we
bonded by all religions in threads of connubial matrimony; and then
dying in
your ubiquitous lap; only to be reborn as yours and only yours IMMORTAL

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

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