Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

loved by her love


My proudest desire; was to be relentlessly desired by
her mystically voluptuous eyes; whether they stared
lamely into exotic space; or whether they shut
themselves into a boundlessly celestial reverie,
My proudest possession; was to be intransigently
possessed by her seductively enamoring arms; the
compassionate whirlpools of fragrant moisture; that
tumultuously encapsulated the inside of her palms,
My proudest fantasy; was to be insatiably fantasized
by her intriguingly spell binding brain; become an
integral part of her every sensuously titillating
dream,
My proudest philosophy; was to be ardently
philosophized by her philanthropically benign
countenance; as she disseminated every element of
goodness in my impoverished soul; to the most
fathomless corners of this enchanting earth,
My proudest voice; was to be indefatigably voiced by
her melodiously blissful throat; become the poignant
rudiments of every sound; that emanated from her
rubicund tongue,
My proudest certificate; was to be irrefutably
certified by her impeccably majestic grace; as she not
only made me feel the opulently blessed organism
alive; but marvelously vanquished even the most
inadvertently committed sins; of my past life,
My proudest symbol; was to be unequivocally symbolized
by her piquantly perpetual senses; as she tirelessly
traced every disastrously trembling contour of my
body; till infinite kilometers beyond the land of;
bountifully everlasting paradise,
My proudest charm; was to be miraculously charmed by
her Omnipotent presence; blend every element of my
staggeringly debilitated persona; with her
magnetically sacrosanct; religion of humanity,
My proudest aspiration; was to be irrevocably aspired
by her seductively dancing footsteps; become every
silken path on which she tread her; fabulously fervent
grace,
My proudest poetry; was to be unrelentingly poeticized
by her ecstatically gushing tears of unprecedented
happiness; become every landscape of fantastically
flowering beauty; which she magnificently sketched on
the; gloriously barren canvas,
My proudest obsession; was to be overwhelmingly
obsessed by every droplet of Omnisciently crimson
blood that traversed like thunderbolts of white
lightening through her veins; become everything that
she caressed in the tenure of her; blissfully endowed
lifetime,
My proudest purification; was to be sagaciously
purified by her patriotically marching stride; as she
conquered even the most diminutive speck of evil in
the atmosphere; with the unfathomable river of
empathy; in her mesmerizing conscience,
My proudest feeling; was to be incessantly felt by her
harmoniously godly fingers; escalate to the most
eternal clouds of steaming romance; as she magically
spun the web of her untamed yearning; around every
famished pore of my dreary silhouette,
My proudest perception; was to be timelessly perceived
by the unsurpassable flames of belonging in her
redolent chest; gyrate as the only angel of her life;
in the immaculate whites of her eyes,
My proudest teaching; was to be prudently taught by
her magnanimously righteous grace; become every
ubiquitously priceless principle of mankind; that she
diffused like a Goddess; to the remotest corner of
this colossal planet,
My proudest light; was to be magnetically lighted by
the lamp of her perennially augmenting ebullience; as
she uncontrollably fulminated into cloudbursts of
sheer euphoria; at the tiniest of my caress,
My proudest reflection; was to be emphatically
reflected in every glimmer that marvelously radiated
from her flamboyantly bedazzling sweat; become every
line of destiny wonderfully besieging her Omnipresent
hands,
My proudest breath; was to be impregnably breathed by
her ardently blazing nostrils; become every iota of
ravishing air which she inhaled; into the realms of
her innocuously heaving chest,
My proudest love; was to be immortally loved by her
unassailably charismatic heart; perpetually live and
die; with its handsomely palpitating beats; alike. 

Submitted: Friday, August 15, 2014

Topic(s): poetry


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