Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

wholesomely emptying


When you wholesomely emptied the rhapsodically
fathomless sky; all that blissfully poured out was
nothing else; but an unfathomable galaxy of panoramic
beauty and everlastingly Omnipotent enchantment,
When you wholesomely emptied the ravishingly
undulating ocean; all that euphorically gushed out was
nothing else; but a fabulously tangy gorge of
poignantly exhilarating salt,
When you wholesomely emptied the ignominiously fetid
gutter; all that scurrilously hurtled out was nothing
else; but a vapidly morbid mortuary of sewage and
preposterously cadaverous stink,
When you wholesomely emptied the mellifluously
blossoming lotus; all that pristinely disseminated out
was nothing else; but an invincibly celestial meadow
of inimitably unparalleled scent,
When you wholesomely emptied the ghoulishly invidious
corpse; all that mordantly diffused out was nothing
else; but a frigidly pulverized curry of traumatically
disgruntled nothingness,
When you wholesomely emptied the indomitably towering
mountain; all that unitedly exploded out was nothing
else; but an unstoppably eternal reservoir of
handsomely Herculean and unflinching strength,
When you wholesomely emptied the nefariously
gratuitous parasite; all that ballistically blasted
out was nothing else; but a stream of ghastily
devoured and innocently priceless blood,
When you wholesomely emptied the boisterously bubbling
beehive; all that ingratiatingly dribbled out was
nothing else; but a valley of fantastically exuberant
energy and divine sweetness,
When you wholesomely emptied the manipulatively
prejudiced politicians house; all that vicariously
tumbled out was nothing else; but a sonorously
decrepit graveyard of profanely clandestine
devilishness,
When you wholesomely emptied the blissfully venerated
cow; all that benevolently crept out was nothing else;
but a fountain of impregnably enamoring and godly
milk,
When you wholesomely emptied the satanically menacing
dinosaurs; all that derogatorily fulminated out was
nothing else; but an unrelentingly sadistic curry of
preposterously squelched and uncontrollably slavering
organism,
When you wholesomely emptied the belly of the
inscrutably majestic forests; all that royally floated
out was nothing else; but a wonderfully tantalizing
breeze of exhilaratingly ecstatic adventure and
timeless freshness,
When you wholesomely emptied the jubilantly newborn
eyes; all that innocuously drifted out was nothing
else; but an egalitarian empathy for all echelon of
motley mankind; symbiotically bonding with the
heavenly rudiments of existence forever and ever and
ever,
When you wholesomely emptied the corporate tycoon's
glass of tea; all that salaciously wafted out was
nothing else; but a flagrantly surreptitious scheme to
unreasonably over topple his competitor; for even the
most evanescent trace of the currency coin,
When you wholesomely emptied the Omnipotently fearless
Sun; all that gloriously dazzled out was nothing else;
but an unsurpassably insuperable civilization of
optimistic enlightenment and vividly blazing
patriotism,
When you wholesomely emptied the lethally insidious
scorpions den; all that devastatingly diffused out was
nothing else; but threateningly acrimonious and
bawdily asphyxiating poison,
When you wholesomely emptied the resplendently
sparkling oyster; all that robustly culminated out was
nothing else; but charismatically burgeoning
rain-showers of beautifully glistening pearls and
effulgent prosperity,
When you wholesomely emptied the coffins of dolorously
decaying betrayal; all that hedonistically ricocheted
out was nothing else; but the gallows of truculently
torturous and fiendishly strangulating death,
And when you wholesomely emptied the sensitively
passionate and uninhibitedly palpitating heart; all
that timelessly liberated out was nothing else; but
the rainbow of immortally blessing and unbreakably
bonding love; love and sensuously fiery love. 

Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

Topic(s): poetry


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