Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

let immortal love forever stay.


Let majestically glistening sands forever stay; only
in the regally colossal and timelessly sweltering
deserts,
Let enigmatic whispers forever stay; only in the
mystically reverberating and sensuously enchanting
forests,
Let vivacious rainbows forever stay; only in the
center of the fathomlessly resplendent and
tantalizingly dazzling sky,
Let unblemished innocence forever stay; only in the
impeccably divine and exuberant eyes of the righteous
child,
Let voluptuous seduction forever stay; only in the lap
of the marvelously titillating and ravishingly
enchanting night,
Let embarrassing embellishment forever stay; only in
the stupendously enthralling eyelashes of the freshly
adorned and nervously nimble bride,
Let vibrant boisterousness forever stay; only in the
fleet footed visage of the wonderfully frolicking and
poignantly delectable squirrel,
Let streaks of thunderous lightening forever stay;
only in the unfathomably crimson conglomerate of
ferociously clashing and rhapsodic clouds,
Let whirlpools of fascinating seduction forever stay;
only in the charismatically blooming bosom of a
gloriously nubile and alluring maiden,
Let ingratiating melody forever stay; only in the
scarlet crested throat of the magnificently bountiful
and everlastingly resplendent nightingale,
Let iridescently twinkling stars forever stay; only in
the boundlessly silken and astoundingly placating
cosmos,
Let stupendously enthralling fragrance forever stay;
only in the gorgeously blossoming petals; of the
harmoniously sprouting and ebullient rose,
Let unprecedented euphoria forever stay; only in the
beautifully spawning and Omnisciently blessing body of
the piquantly salubrious seed,
Let blazing immortality forever stay; only in the
unflinchingly intrepid chest of the patriotically
heroic and selflessly benign soldier,
Let philanthropic humanity forever stay; only in the
fabric of eternally replenishing and perpetually
melanging mankind,
Let celestial equanimity forever stay; only in the
winds of serenely endowing and incredulously placating
evening,
Let innocuous mischief forever stay; only on the
inimitable face of the fabulously frolicking and
astonishingly dexterous monkey,
Let unparalleled Omnipotence forever stay; only in the
holistically sacrosanct and impregnable womb of the
Godly mother,
Let spell binding sensuousness forever stay; only in
the magnetic fireballs of uninhibitedly royal and
unending passionate breath,
And let immortal love forever stay O! Almighty Lord;
only in the unassailable beats of the invincibly
palpitating and unconquerably ecstatic heart. 

Submitted: Friday, August 15, 2014

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