Life = Death - Volume 6 - Poems on Life , Death by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

1. LIFE’S A COMPLETE CIRCLE.

The best of the most invincibly fragrant heavens or the worst of the most pathetically deteriorating of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about, 

The best of the most bountifully Omnipotent heavens or the worst of the most

ghastily impoverished of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even

think about, 

The best of the most blazingly triumphant heavens; or the worst of the most brutally crucifying of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about, 

The best of the most beautifully iridescent heavens; or the worst of the most sinfully pulverizing of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about, 

The best of the most unbelievably ecstatic heavens; or the worst of the most cadaverously torturous of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about, 

The best of the most jubilantly blessing heavens; or the worst of the most traumatically slandering of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about, 

The best of the most blissfully ubiquitous heavens; or the worst of the most

disgracefully devilish of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even

think about, 

The best of the most symbiotically fructifying heavens; or the worst of the most hedonistically massacring of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about, 

The best of the most poignantly effulgent heavens; or the worst of the most

sadistically cannibalistic of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about, 

The best of the most Omnisciently ameliorating heavens; or the worst of the

most wickedly delirious of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about, 

The best of the most irrefutably righteous heavens; or the worst of the most

tyrannically lambasting of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about, 

The best of the most eternally blessing heavens; or the worst of the most cynically disparaging of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,

The best of the most rhapsodically uninhibited heavens; or the worst of the most truculently disintegrating of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about, 

The best of the most unassailably liberating heavens; or the worst of the most unsparingly excoriating of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about, 

The best of the most indomitably fearless heavens; or the worst of the most

abhorrently parasitic of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even

think about, 

The best of the most perpetually consecrating heavens; or the worst of the most meaninglessly wanton of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even

think about, 

The best of the most magically charismatic heavens; or the worst of the most ominously venomous of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even

think about, 

The best of the most undefeatedly Omnipresent heavens; or the worst of the most sadistically tawdry of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even

think about, 

The best of the most immortally compassionate heavens; or the worst of the most wretchedly fetid of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even

think about, 

For Life’s a complete circle. And whatever blessedly good or unforgivably sinful that you do in the tenure of your destined life; comes back to you sometime or the other in the same equivalent form and in this very lifetime of yours; without caring the slightest; thinking about; or waiting for the tiniest of heaven or ribald hell

to unfurl.