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

34. A CARPET OF LIFE 

I wore a brilliantly orange cloak of vibrant oranges;

when I felt I was ardently surging forward; towards

the fireballs of untamed exuberance,

I wore a sedately tranquil apron of celestial

dewdrops; when I felt a wave of overwhelming

contentment wholesomely enshrouding; every iota of my

profusely fatigued countenance,

I wore a seductive cistern of rustling tree leaves;

when I felt the bountifully enchanting winds of the

astoundingly tantalizing night; tickle me like a new

born child,

I wore a mystically fragrant garland of robust roses;

when I felt every step of my impoverished existence;

unfurling into an unfathomably priceless ocean of

virile dreams,

I wore a thunderously poignant tiger skin; when I felt

the insatiable inferno of surreptitious carnal desire;

transcend its ebullient spell over each of my;

devastatingly beleaguered senses,

I wore a titillating cloud of enamoring velvet; when I

felt the skies of profoundly enigmatic mysticism;

unrelentingly bequeathing upon me; the spell binding

rain drops of perennial yearning,

I wore a statue of profusely intrepid earth; when I

felt the unflinchingly impregnable mountain of blazing

patriotism; scintillating unleash from every pore of

my nimble visage,

I wore a piquant shawl of tumultuously fiery chili;

when I felt irascibly provoked by the uncouthly savage

and acrimoniously conventional society; when the

spirit of retribution was all that diffused from my

diminutive soul,

I wore a gorgeous sheet of emphatically whistling

bells; when I felt jubilantly philandering through the

aisles of fascinating romance; euphorically

hoodwinking the majestic Sun; before it kissed the

horizons goodbye,

I wore a sparkling scarf of innocuously radiating

pearls; when I felt as if the entire grandiloquence on

this Universe; had divinely blended with each droplet

of my effusively scarlet blood,

I wore a dilapidated curtain of threadbare cotton;

when I felt invidiously stabbed for centuries

immemorial; by dolorously depressing coffins of;

bizarre loneliness,

I wore a incredulously slim handkerchief of moisture;

when I felt the blistering heat of the treacherously

sweltering Sun; disdainfully scorch my demeanor to;

gruesomely livid ash,

I wore a compassionately warm mattress of sheepskin;

when I felt particles of forlorn remorsefulness

infiltrate deep down into my soul; when the avalanches

of freezing winter unsparingly endeavored their best;

to asphyxiate the last breath out of my lungs,

I wore boundless helmets of formidable solidarity;

when the sky surrounding me rained down globules of

penalizing hell; ruthlessly lambasting my body with

whirlwinds of maliciously disparaging discontent,

I wore colossal jackets of ravishing watermelon skin;

when I felt my mind was going insanely berserk; when I

felt that I needed to melodiously placate that extra

iota of my; vindictive steam,

I wore a robotic map of pragmatic commercialism; when

I felt that I was drifting a trifle too much; towards

the world of surreally meaningless and lackadaisical

nothingness,

I wore an irrefutably unassailable fortress of truth;

when I felt that I was blissfully transiting into

impeccable childhood; seeking the most mesmerizing of

solace in life; in the feet of my divinely mother,

I wore a stupendously grandiloquent entrenchment of

breath; when I felt that I was deliberating dwindling

towards my morbidly insidious corpse; when I felt as

if I had abnegated all charm to exist,

And I wore an immortal carpet of unconquerable life;

when I felt I was falling in sacred love; perpetually

entwining every element of my persona with my heavenly

beloved; forever and ever and ever.