Till The Time We Lived. Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Till The Time We Lived.



To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would perpetuate each barren pore of your skin with so much exhilaration; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my ecstasy; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would tantalize your brain with so many fantasies of majestic creation; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my sensuality; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would rekindle your emptiness with so many fires of untamed virility; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my ardor; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would transform every defeat of yours into so many triumphs of infallible optimism; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my courage; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would enlighten your hapless eyes with so many shades of blazing fearlessness; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my valor; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would complete each unfinished line of your destiny with so many positive ramifications; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my fragrance; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would caress each bleeding cranny of your lips with so many befriending kisses; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my compassion; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would disentangle each miserably hackneyed sense of yours with so many mystical moments; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my bountifulness; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would impregnate each ingredient of your alien blood with so much royal oneness; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my humanity; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would permeate each chord of your monotonous eardrum with so many rhapsodic tunes; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my sweetness; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would heal each of your obsolete wounds with so many panaceas of companionship; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my intimacy; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would nurse each of your inexplicable wails with so many songs of mother nature; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my freshness; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would wipe each of your tears with so many flames of my desire; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my exuberance; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would guide each dwindling path of yours to so many corridors of magical utopia; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my inspiration; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would befriend your inconsolably amputated palms with so many handshakes; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my conviction; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would fortify each broken bone of yours with so many threads of redolent humanity; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my humility; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would ameliorate your shattered soul with so many colors of this vivacious Universe; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my versatility; even after I died,

To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would reinvigorate your asphyxiated breath with so many winds of divinely creation; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my enchantment; even after I died,

And to die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would consecrate your betrayed heart with so many beats of perpetual faith; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my love; even after I died.

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Nikhil Parekh

Nikhil Parekh

Dehradun, India
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