You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 10 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

26. MADE ONLY FOR EACH OTHER 

Our eyes were made only to poignantly stare at each other; with even the most boundless of Universe outside; miserably stumbling in their attempts; of breaking our profoundly spell binding compassion,

Our hands were made only to ardently intertwine with each other; with even the most countless of Universe outside; pathetically staggering; every time it tried to;  disintegrate our everlastingly enchanting spirit of solidarity,

Our ears were made only to fervently listen to each other; with even the most fathomless of Universe outside; ludicrously tasting dust; every time it tried to;  perpetuate our united vicinity with its unfathomable flurry of prejudiced sounds,

Our lips were made only to handsomely kiss each other; with even the most unlimited of Universe outside; disdainfully vomiting stink; every time it tried to;

barbarically butcher our aisles of sensuous timelessness,

Our cheeks were made only to voluptuously tingle each other; with even the most unending of Universe outside; preposterously faltering; every time it tried to; insidiously infiltrate our immaculate virility with its vindictively ominous diabolism,

Our destinies were made only to majestically blend with each other; with even the most endless of Universe outside; digging its veritable corpse; every time it tried to; savagely permeate our existence with the clouds of commercial blackness,

Our voices were made only to euphorically sing with each other; with even the most relentless of Universe outside; sordidly sinking in its grave of doom; every time it tried to; invidiously pilfer its worthless cacophony in our impregnable rhyme of a united existence,

Our blood was made only to perennially coalesce with each other; with even the most colossal of Universe outside; becoming an inconspicuous fraction of its formidable self; every time it tried to; mélange abhorrently spurious religion in our uninhibited

existence,

Our bellies were made only to tantalizingly dance with each other; with even the most gigantic of Universe outside; being pulverized to infinitesimal ash; every time it tried to; maliciously disrupt our titillating ebullience in the heart of the resplendently starry

night,

Our shadows were made only to ecstatically frolic with each other; with even the most Herculean of Universe outside; retracting to insipid nothingness; every time

it tried to; satanically overrule our eternal forms with its cold-blooded sardonism,

Our chins were made only to beautifully stupefy each other; with even the most everlasting of Universe outside; shrinking to an infinitesimal matchstick; every time it tried to; acrimoniously disrupt our regally priceless and exotic essence of sharing,

Our teeth were made only to mischievously nibble each other; with even the most unprecedented of Universe outside; reducing to a mocking caricature of meaninglessness; every time it tried to; brutally massacre our unshakable relationship; with venomously exonerating lechery,

Our shoulders were made only to indefatigably march abreast each other; with even the most incomprehensible of Universe outside; transforming to flagrant despair; every time it tried to; salaciously poison our blazingly benign patriotism,

Our feet were made only to triumphantly surge forward with each other; with even the most unrelenting of Universe outside; tirelessly tasting threadbare dust; every time it tried to; menacingly deluge our intrepid survival; with the dungeons of penalizing cowardice,

Our hair were made only to exhilaratingly blow together; with even the most ever pervading of Universe outside; ridiculously retreating into its shell of unpardonable shame; every time it tried to; bombard our innocuous survival; with its

entrenchments of deliberate doom,

Our skins were made only to bountifully sweat with each other; with even the most overwhelming of Universe outside; ludicrously collapsing in a heap of bedraggled non-existence; every time it tried to; numb our blistering nerves with avalanches of insane melancholy,

Our nostrils were made only to blissfully breathe with each other; with even the most unfathomable of Universe outside; shattering into an infinite pieces; every time it tried to; tyrannically penetrate into our sacrosanct fortress of perpetual sharing,

Our souls were made only to last a countless more births with each other; with even the most unshakable of Universe outside; horrifically forgetting its very own identity; every time it tried to; viciously bludgeon our belief’s in the Almighty divine; with its

sword of devilish manipulation,

And our hearts were made only to immortally love each other; with even the most proliferating of Universe outside; being thrashed into disparagingly despondent

oblivion; every time it tried to; uncouthly massacre our enigmatic passion; with its pistols of rigid convention .