If You Cut a Tree; You Cut Your Own Mother – Poems on Environment , Wildlife , Mother Nature , Global Warming by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

31. THE CHAPTER OF VIBRANT LIFE 

At times a river of sensuously everlasting happiness;

while at times an inexplicable thorn stabbing you with

pints of traumatized anguish,

At times a mesmerizing cloud of blossoming prosperity;

while at  times an incorrigible impediment engendering

you to preposterously stagger towards the aisles of

hopelessness,

At times a fountain of unbelievable resplendence;

while at times testing you against the most

horrendously ominous storms; which unrelentingly

seemed to have not the slightest of respite,

At times a euphorically surging bird flapping in the

realms of ebullient jubilation; while at times

inevitably making you trip towards the dungeons of

frantically bizarre desperation,

At times a melodiously enchanting song placating even

the most murderously diabolical of your nerves; while

at times asphyxiating your visage; with precarious

testaments of painstaking perseverance,

At times an ultimate harbinger of celestial peace;

while at times marauding your brain with a boundless

mountain of; compulsively crippling thoughts and prejudice,

At times a waterfall of voluptuously seductive glory

titillating you till times beyond eternity; while at

times an ominous maelstrom of intractable difficulty;

penalizing you from every ostensible side,

At times a thunderbolt of ingenious innovation; while

at times a disastrously insane wastrel; infiltrating

you with daggerheads of insipidly debilitating

nothingness,

At times a garden of stupendously enthralling

vivaciousness; while at times an unsparingly acrid

blade that menacingly greeted you; at every step that

you transgressed,

At times a gorgeously enthralling paradise of

bestowing scent; while at times an assiduously testing

examination of the severest of odds; making you wither

into a penurious shadow of disdainful remorse and neglect,

At times an ecstatic whirlpool of rejuvenating

freshness entirely metamorphosing the complexion of

your abominably bedraggled life; while at times a

corpse of baseless tensions; depriving you of even the

most infinitesimal wink of sleep,

At times an irrefutably triumphant medallion of

blazing victory; while at times insidiously lambasting

you with swords of monotonously mundane commercialism

and abhorrent malice,

At times the most candidly blissful reflection of your

impeccable soul; while at times tumultuously besieging

your entire countenance; with heinously incarcerating

beads of impeding sweat,

At times the tantalizingly exotic carpet of the

gregariously twinkling night; while at times a

vociferously crumbling sea of disparaging despair;

viciously hurtling you from your most unequivocally

consolidated place in pragmatic existence,

At times a mountain of unconquerably Herculean

strength safeguarding you against the most

treacherously salacious evil; while at times an

inscrutable cistern of black magic; invidiously

transforming your every wish into a mirage of meaninglessness,

At times an unassailable inferno of divine

righteousness transcending you above the most

immaculate angels in fathomless sky; while at times a

savagely tyrannical panther; instilling in you an

insatiably unending flame of lecherous greed,

At times the most priceless elixir to ebulliently

bounce in every instant of rhapsodic survival; while

at times vengefully slapping you with whirlwinds of

defeat; staring with uncouth barbarism in your

innocent eyes,

At times a resplendently robust fruit culminating into

rays of revitalizingly Omnipotent hope; while at times

more slippery than the surreptitiously perilous eel;

triggering you to plummet headon on a snake of

slithering nonchalance,

And at times an immortal bonding of existence

bountifully coalescing you with all those whom you

pricelessly loved; while at times more sardonically

bitter than venom could ever have tasted; such was the

vacillating chapter of vibrant life.