Life = Death - Volume 1 - Poems on Life , Death by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

1. LIFE = DEATH 

Smell each rose that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another rose ever to be born as pristine; and then feel the unconquerably true fragrance descend perpetually down your senses,

Clamber each mountain that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another mountain ever to be born as enchanting; and then feel the insuperably unflinching spirit of true adventure catapult you beyond the land of eternal paradise,

Overtake each impediment that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another impediment ever to be born as perilously demonic; and then feel the unparalleled waves of true satisfaction celestially descend down your innocuous conscience,

Admire each seawave that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another seawave ever to be born as romantically undulating;

and then exult in the true euphoria of tangy newness for times immemorial,

Absorb each wind that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another wind ever to be born as  effulgently vivacious; and then feel unfathomable gorges of sensuously true exhilaration; impregnably enshroud you from all sides,

Flirt each nubile maiden that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another maiden ever to be born as  tantalizingly inexplicable; and then feel the triumphantly true beads of voluptuous sweat; forever glisten on your

blessed flesh,

Praise each humanitarian that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another humanitarian ever to be born as symbiotically iridescent; and then feel the spirit of peerlessly true camaraderie unassailably wrap you in the cradle of everlasting togetherness,

Eat each salubrious fruit that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another fruit ever to be born as  scrumptiously divine; and then feel true heavenly contentment beautifully waft from the walls of your holistic

stomach; as you slept,

Stare each star that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another start ever to be born as spectacularly opalescent; and

the feel truly optimistic enlightenment profoundly cheer up your every dreary night,

Dance with each peacock that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another peacock ever to be born as vividly charismatic; and then feel the true beams of unimaginably victorious color paint the obliviously vacant canvas of your despairing life,

Sing each rhythm that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another rhythm ever to be born as seductively mellifluous; and then feel the melody of true existence unlimitedly empower you on your every step,

Emulate each child that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another child ever to be born as impeccably unhindered; and then feel the true virtue of irrefutably unconquerable honesty; perpetuate every cranny of

your miserably dying demeanor,

Dream each night that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another night ever to be born as wonderfully inebriating; and then feel the true cisterns of rapturously silken titillation; endlessly drift you towards paradise,

Chase each desire that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another desire ever to be born as philanthropically fructifying; and then feel even the most infinitesimally disappearing ingredient of your wastrel blood; suddenly and truly wanting to live,

Embrace each religion that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another religion ever to be born as blissfully bonding; and then feel the greatest of God’s bestow you for your truly unrestricted humanitarian swirl,

Embellish each moment that you encountered in you life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another moment ever to be born as synergistically untainted;

and then feel the wings of perennial liberation truly kissing the tyrannically  monotonous fangs of your existence,

Inhale each breath that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another breath ever to be born as poignantly Omnipotent; and then feel the oceans of unceasingly majestic artistry truly exude from every pore of your shriveled persona,

Love each heartbeat that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another heartbeat ever to be born as immortally passionate; and then feel like the most pricelessly blessed and truly procreating organism alive; for an infinite more lifetimes, 

And lead each day that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another day ever to be born as fragrantly unfettered; and then feel the pain of veritably snatching death; anytime; anywhere; wonderfully equivalent to the chapter of royally burgeoning life.