Nikhil Parekh

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

Paint My Heart - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Paint the fathomless kaleidoscope of barren sky; with
resplendently ingratiating and vivid clouds,
Paint boundless kilometers of devastated land; with
effulgent roses and bountifully blossoming seeds,
Paint countless expanses of lackadaisically dying
deserts; with majestic oceans of gigantic cactus and
insatiably passionate streams of golden water,
Paint pathetically withering and staggeringly leafless
trees; with an unfathomable forest of sparkling fruit
and melodiously exuberant cheer,
Paint uncouthly wastrel and brutally kicked stones;
with enamoring charisma; and voluptuously tingling
Paint acrimoniously ghastly and bloodsucking
battlefields; with the miraculously philanthropic
ointment of benign humanity,
Paint devastatingly orphaned and penuriously stumbling
lives; with perennially unsurpassable blankets of
compassionate love,
Paint ungainly devilish and insanely cold blooded
parasites; with an eternally everlasting fragrance of
benevolent mankind,
Paint the insidiously maverick and doggedly diabolical
rocks; with ecstatically tangy spray of the ravishing
Paint the squeamishly distorted and deplorably
cowardish traitors; with brazenly intrepid winds of
patriotically scintillating bravery,
Paint the obsoletely dilapidated and turgidly
monotonous walls; with vivacious streaks of fabulous
color and overwhelmingly sporting frolic,
Paint the rambunctiously unruly well of stinking
frogs; with the curtainspread of blissfully tranquil
peace and harmonious synergy,
Paint the souls of all those tyrannically commercial;
with symbiotic fountains of uninhibitedly gratifying
Paint pugnacious arrows of satanically evil; with
irrefutably priceless elements of honesty and
astoundingly opulent humanity,
Paint the morbidly sullen and remorsefully obnoxious
cradle of atmosphere; with an unimaginably Herculean
valley of tantalizing sounds,
Paint truculently dictatorial and stringently
treacherous brains; with passionately romantic flames
of graciously seductive fantasy,
Paint the inevitably guilty and ghastily lying walls
of the conscience; with the perpetually blistering
fabric of sagaciously glittering truth,
Paint insurmountably vast graveyards of sordidly dead;
with poignantly iridescent waterfalls of vibrantly
tingling life,
And paint my fanatically wandering and relentlessly
restless heart O! Almighty Lord; with the divinely
immortal and the most celestial religion existing in
this world; called UNASSAILABLE LOVE. 

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 15, 2014

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