Nikhil Parekh

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

Her Slave, Her Admirer, Her Lover - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Although I hoisted my hands to emboss the scriptures
of tomorrow; incorrigibly taking a pledge to pen down
all the mesmerizing beauty of this Universe,
However all I ended up doing was; inundating infinite
sheets of paper with her irrefutably sacrosanct name….
Although I opened my lips to sing the most enchanting
song on this planet; emulate the mesmerizing
nightingale to evolve a river of melodious tunes,
However all I ended up doing was; chanting her
virtues till times immemorial; falling in an
unrelenting reverie on the ground; with volcano's of
her voluptuous grace fulminating at the back of my
Although I pulled my eyes open to wander in boundless
directions in this world; explore the most
enigmatically swirling fantasies rising handsomely
towards the sky,
However all I ended up doing was; riveting them on her
dwelling; profusely admiring her sleeping like an
celestially innocuous angel under the blanket of
resplendently twinkling stars…
Although I opened my mouth to relish the festoon of
succulent cherries strewn majestically in the fields;
languish in the aisles of untamed desire; after
sipping sparkling stream water,
However all I ended up doing was; chewing my own
fingers in profuse anticipation; as I anxiously waited
for her stupendously royal shadow to sweep past the
contours of my face….
Although I alighted my foot from domains of
insurmountable laziness; to trespass through each
cranny of this fathomless globe; lead my life to most
excitingly unprecedented limits,
However all I ended up doing was; incessantly circle
around her house all night and day; trying my best to
annihilate even the slightest insinuation of evil
lingering in vicinity….
Although I unleashed my ears to hear the fathomless
myriad of sounds hovering nimbly in the atmosphere;
decipher the intriguing puzzles of mother nature,
However all I ended up doing was; target all my senses
profoundly to the cadence of her voice; wholesomely
dedicate each birth of mine to every word she
Although I unveiled my mind to tackle the most
mystical battles offered by pragmatic life; coin
solutions to the inexorably inexplicable problems
loitering around,
However all I ended up doing was; dreaming about her
euphorically boisterous countenance till decades
unfathomable; entwine myself in mind; body and soul
with her immortal spirit…
Although I ripped apart my heart; trying to share all
its philanthropic goodness with each organism created
in harmonious unison by the Almighty Creator,
However all I ended up doing was; incarcerate her
divinely image in for times beyond existence in each
of its thunderous beat….
And although I unfurled my breath in passionate
exultation to lead each instant of destined life;
persevere to the most astronomical heights; to achieve
the ambitions of my holistic survival,
However all I ended up doing was; surrendering in
wholesome entirety to her impeccably heavenly feet;
remaining her slave; her admirer; her lover; for
countless more births yet to come. 

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

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