Love Versus Terrorism – Poems on Anti Terror , Peace , Love , Brotherhood – Part 2 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

66. HOME & PARADISE

I didn’t need palaces inundated with unfathomable treasuries of gold and silver; sheets of 

sanctimoniously silken richness to sleep and tirelessly exist,

Home & Paradise for me was where elements of perennially blessing and fantastically unconquerable truth lived,

Home & Paradise for me was where there was rustic simplicity galore; without the most infinitesimal iota of manipulation,

Home & Paradise  for me was the place where there wasn’t the tiniest speck of salacious bloodshed; where the spirit of unassailable symbiotism reigned majestically supreme,

Home & Paradise for me was the atmosphere where pristine innocence was the mantra of life for times immemorial; where the fragrance of Immortal Love blessed every palpable organism in its Godly swirl.

I didn’t need clouds showering gold coins of the highest pedigree; political power of the most unprecedented authority to mercilessly rule over the entire boundless planet,

Home & Paradise for me was where rainbows of celestial peace and disarmament were the color of the Omnipotent day; gave impregnable tenacity to blissful blossom for

a countless more enchanting nights,

Home & Paradise for me was the island where unparalleled happiness flowered; out of helping my fellow comrades and truculently beleaguered human being,

Home & Paradise for me was where there wasn’t the most ethereal trace of hedonistic monotony; and innovative freshness culminated into the most pricelessly everlasting song of humanity,

Home & Paradise for me was the kite which forever sailed into the forest of enigmatically enthralling adventure; splendidly tantalizing every dormant cranny

of my nimble body.

I didn’t need the most fantastically glittering jewelry on my body; a never-ending fountain of immaculately milky pearls profusely pouring on my demeanor from all sides,

Home & Paradise for me was in the first sign of regale life spawning from quintessential soil; the inimitable versatility with which it diffused its magnetism upon one and all alike,

Home & Paradise for me was where the ghastly mortuary of lies had evaporated into inane nothingness; where only righteousness was the miraculous wind that diffused from the mouth,

Home & Paradise for me was in that fabric; which perennially wafted the scent of the unshakably sacrosanct mother,

Home & Paradise for me was in the clouds; in which exuberantly soared the birds

of timelessly uninhibited freedom.

I didn’t need unsurpassably unceasing power; the reigns of this entire Universe in my hands; to whimsically rule at my wacky will,

Home & Paradise for me was where every human under the sky; bonded in the religion of humanity; irrespective of caste; creed and spurious religion; alike,

Home & Paradise for me was in the veils of mischievous sensuousness; the aristocratic setting of the evening Sun behind the mystically rain soaked hills,

Home &  Paradise for me was where ubiquitous camaraderie disseminated its humanitarian caress on every patch of ebulliently fructifying soil,

Home & Paradise for me was in the mirrors of insuperably glorious honesty; the cradle of the new born child; whose very first cries resembled the spirit of the perpetually triumphant and  Omnipotent divine.