Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

the fruit of ever -pervadingly fructifying love


A one to one with her majestically emphatic eyes; and
I felt as if
dancing
in the aisles of pristinely burgeoning paradise; for
an infinite more
births
of mine,
A one to one with her lusciously redolent lips; and I
felt as if
uninhibited
exhilaration couldn't have been ever better; with my
desire to survive
now
more insuperably profound; than the entire wave of
existence on this
fathomless planet,
A one to one with her impeccably royal conscience; and
I felt as if
there
was the Sun of Omnipotent truth; on even the most
infinitesimally
fugitive
cranny of this colossal Universe,
A one to one with her magically resplendent palms; and
I felt as if I
was
united in the cosmos of everlasting humanity for times
immemorial; as
if I
was destined to forever bond with every conceivable
fraternity of
mankind,
A one to one with her robustly effulgent cheeks; and I
felt as if
timelessly
singing in the caverns of immaculately unadulterated
childhood;
wonderfully
assimilating every ounce of heavenly mischief from the
spell-binding
atmosphere,
A one to one with her iridescently twinkling feet; and
I felt as if
unlimitedly fantasizing in the raindrops of untamed
sensuality; with
life
seeming to be the ultimate dance of enriching
optimism,
A one to one with her flirtatiously winking eyelashes;
and I felt as if
revived from countless feet beneath my cadaverously
morbid grave; with
every
quintessential life as fresh as vividly poignant ocean
salt,
A one to one with her euphorically passionate veins;
and I felt as if
the
most emolliently empathizing organism on this
boundless earth;
invincibly
coalescing with every celestial stream of living kind,
A one to one with her ravishingly cascading hair; and
I felt every
ounce of
excitement on earth and endless kilometers beyond; had
thunderously
descended down in glorious unison; upon the
treacherously emaciated
pores of
my dying skin,
A one to one with her tantalizingly exotic belly; and
I felt as if the
unsurpassably enchanting fabric of seductive night had
blessedly
arrived;
even as acrimoniously blistering rays of the Sun
stabbed me in the
whites
and blacks of my eyes,
A one to one with her mellifluously endowing voice;
and I felt as if
the
most unprecedentedly ebullient epitomes of mesmerizing
paradise;
blissfully
enshrouded me from every construable side,
A one to one with her miraculously benevolent shadow;
and I felt as if
I had
been wholesomely absolved of even the tiniest of my
sins in past and
present
life; unassailably wrapped in the belly of unflinching
compassion for
centuries unfathomable,
A one to one with her artistically eclectic fingers;
and I felt as if
the
mantra of "United We Stand"; was the only sermon to
panoramically
survive
for a countless births beyond my truncated time,
A one to one with her endlessly subliming camaraderie;
and I felt as if
the
power of gregariously bonding oneness; was an ardor
greater than the
greatest of wealth on this inexhaustibly charming
globe,
A one to one with her fantastically evolving brain;
and I felt as if
perennially priceless life spawned out of bizarrely
tawdry nothingness;
jubilantly embellishing every cranny of the
lackadaisically corrupt
world;
with the fragrance of triumphant fantasy,
A one to one with her gloriously golden sweat; and I
felt as if the
essence
of unconquerable honesty; timelessly transcended over
even the most
infidel
whisker of the devil; frivolously transgressing
venerated mother soil,
A one to one with her Omnipresently godly soul; and I
felt as if
holistically consecrated by the winds of divine
disarmament; with every
trace of haplessly deteriorating terrorism; forever
and ever and ever
evaporating into the coffins of hell,
A one to one with her melodiously sweet nape; and I
felt as if
rainshowers
of torrential virility erupted from even the most
deadened pores of my
skin;
as I unstoppably surged forward to continue the Lord's
sacrosanct
chapters
of procreation,
A one to one with her unbelievably exultating bosom;
and I felt as if
my
body was nothing but a gorge of endlessly augmenting
desire;
harmoniously
placated by virgin milk in the kingly atmosphere,
A one to one with her victoriously fiery breath; and I
felt as if the
unshakably intrepid elixir of life could never ever
end; with even the
most
disastrously penalizing trauma on this planet;
wonderfully
metamorphosing
into a cloud of revitalizing happiness,
And a one to one with her immortally throbbing
heartbeats; and I felt
as I
was born to do nothing; to say nothing; to dream
nothing; to spawn
nothing;
but just the fruit of ever-pervadingly fructifying
love; love and only
beautiful love. 

Submitted: Friday, August 15, 2014

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