No Updations. Poem by Nikhil Parekh

No Updations.



The walls of even the most majestic of castle needed updations from time to time; to replenish their disdainfully grisly surface with coats of vivaciously bountiful paint,

The bed of even the most sparklingly celestial river needed updations from time to time; to evict it of manmade adulterations and decaying strands of drifting seaweed,

The floors of even the most holistic of abodes needed updations from time to time; stringently scrubbing them of the inevitably abominable carpet of dust sprawled around; extricating the blotches of food and oil that might have inadvertently soiled them,

The skins of even the most accomplished of sages needed updations from time to time; harmoniously rejuvenating them with spell bindingly princely water and the balms of fragrantly holistic mother nature,

The dogs of even the most aristocratically resplendent pedigree needed updations from time to time; stringently innoculating their fleet footed bodies; with contemporary doses of anti-rabies,

The edifices harboring even the most ultra modern amenities needed updations from time to time; blissfully refurbishing their quaint infrastructure with the marvels of astoundingly robotic space age,

The lips of even the most robust organism needed updations from time to time; embellishing them with the astoundingly gregarious sweetness of Mother Nature
and her bountiful fruits divine,

The profiles of even the most impregnably blue chip companies needed updations from time to time; dexterously keeping them in meticulous synergy with
the tumultuously vacillating market conditions,

The soil of even the most bloomingly fecund of gardens needed updations from time to time; enveloping their trajectory with latest seed and fertilizer; to miraculously optimize their sparkling output,

The shoes of even the most fathomlessly rich tycoons needed updations from time to time; replacing their sordidly worn out soles; with fresh linings of tenacious rubber and majestic grace,

The hair of even the most blissfully amiable entities needed updations from time to time; symbiotically abnegating them of horrendously savage outgrowths;
harmoniously civilizing them with poignant pints of musk oil,
The songs of even the most greatest of musicians needed updations from time to time; vibrantly remixing them with an unfathomable reservoir of passionately
pulsating beats; and the rhythm of the enchanting night,

The photographs of even the most scintillating dimensions needed updations from time to time; placing them into exotically regale albums to enthrallingly
capture the moments of beautifully relishing past,

The interiors of even the most stupendously conventional cars needed updations from time to time; refurbishing them with ultra-modern gadgets and silken
upholstery; to magnanimously enhance the ebulliently exhilarating drive,

The ears of even the most perspicaciously wandering organisms needed updations from time to time; explicitly extricating them of obnoxiously unwanted wax and daily debris; ecstatically adorning them with tantalizing earrings and voluptuous vivacity,

The armory of even the most accomplished of doctors needed updations from time to time; jubilantly apprising them of latest technology and miraculously blessing research; to metamorphose all traumatically inexplicable pain into a fountain of everlasting happiness,

The shirts of even the most impeccably glorious cotton needed updations from time to time; concisely scrubbing them of disdainful blotches and sweat stains; embodying them with an unfathomable myriad of floral design; to celestially enlighten the complexion of the morbidly dreary night,

The nostrils of even the most fearlessly philandering organisms needed updations from time to time; poignantly deluging them with fountains of euphorically revitalizing breath; from all sides,

And if there was one thing on this Universe that didn't need the most minuscule of updation; it was irrefutably the immortally palpitating heart; as its beats continued to perpetually love with the same intensity; even after it had entered its mortal grave.

Monday, February 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Nikhil Parekh

Nikhil Parekh

Dehradun, India
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