Life = Death - Volume 8 - Poems on Life , Death by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

28. TOMORROW NEVER COMES 

I will blossom into an island of sparkling newness; diffusing a river of profusely humanitarian empathy,

But only at the crack of marvelously voluptuous dawn; tomorrow.

I will ubiquitously waft a wave of irrefutable righteousness; annihilating every trace of salacious lechery entrapped within my persona,

But only at the first rays of ethereal Sunrise and beauty; tomorrow.

I will diligently assimilate all principles of holistically sagacious life; spawn into an eternal flower of uninhibited mankind,

But only at the primordial unfurling of brilliantly royal morning and cheer;  tomorrow.

I will flamboyantly march towards the most bedazzling targets of tranquility; incinerating the candle of humanity in every household besieged with miserably

asphyxiating darkness,

But only at the unraveling of timeless sunshine and rhapsody; tomorrow.

I will exuberantly race towards the ravishingly tantalizing finishing line; wholeheartedly embracing every cloud of philanthropically glittering success,

But only  at the unveiling of silken light and heavenly boisterousness; tomorrow.

I will enthusiastically adore every benevolently animate and inanimate entity; with profound empathy in my impeccable soul,

But only at the whispering of scintillating morning and exhilaration; tomorrow.

I will compassionately blaze into a perennial fireball of titillating seduction;  magnificently enamoring all nubile maidens of my dreams,

But only at the fulminating of crusading brightness and patriotism; tomorrow.

I will dance with unprecedented euphoria under the blanket of resplendent stars; unequivocally surging forward with my comrades in the voice of unflinching existence,

But only at the commencement of bountifully mystical light and ecstasy; tomorrow.

I will rhetorically encapsulate all fathomless artistry lingering in the spell binding atmosphere; on the vivacious kaleidoscope of my barren canvas,

But only at the evolution of vibrant illumination and enchantment; tomorrow.

I will celestially uplift all those bereaved and gruesomely orphaned children; towards the corridors of gloriously unsurpassable happiness,

But only at the approaching of immaculately white light and poignant newness; tomorrow.

I will wholesomely emancipate from even the most infinitesimal of evil; shrugging every iota of ludicrously pathetic delinquency from my countenance,

But only at the shimmering of optimistic light and romantic fragrance; tomorrow.

I will ebulliently party with all my mates in inscrutably traumatizing pain and withering; blissfully maneuvering them towards the footsteps of Omniscient prosperity,

But only at the very first chirp of the melodious cuckoo and dynamism;  tomorrow.

I will flirtatiously wink behind the gorgeously Sun soaked gorges; innocuously reminiscing my most revered moments as a child in the sacrosanct lap of my mother;

But only at the rising of Orange light in the cosmos and torrentially endless life; tomorrow.

I will profusely write countless lines of aristocratically Oligarchic literature; entrenching every bit of  fabulously serene beauty of this gigantic Universe,

But only at the unfolding of enthralling scintillation and incredulous transpiration; tomorrow.

I will amicably sequester one and all under my spotless roof; wipe the tears of all those disastrously maimed and sprouting with spurious richness alike,

But only at the radiating of miraculously Omnipotent morning and dewdrops; tomorrow.

I will condone all those who I might previously penalized for inadvertent fallacies of theirs; commence my humble expedition to metamorphose this planet into a perpetual paradise,

But only at the holy shimmering of dazzling light and golden honey; tomorrow.

I will indefatigably pray with all my heart; soul and conscience; for God to bless all those mothers having unfortunately lost their children at war,

But only at the nascent unfurling of vividly astounding brightness and melodious tranquility; tomorrow.

I will unrelentingly dedicate each beat of my passionately palpitating heart; every instant of my beleaguered life to the service of unassailably wonderful and godly mankind,

But only at the ripening of Omnipresently healing Sunrise and limitless enthrallment; tomorrow.

And so poor man; he loitered and worthlessly killed a countless today’s waiting for a tomorrow that never came; and would never ever come; as it profoundly abhorred people who wasted their majestically sparkling present; dreaming of an unfathomably

uncertain future; which only God had the right to preside and decide.