You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 13 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

5. THE SOLE REFLECTION OF MY SOUL 

How  could I ever get bored even an infinitesimally insipid iota ?

When I had the perpetually golden rays of the blistering midday Sun; filter a path of

scintillatingly righteous courage; through every cranny of my disastrously impoverished demeanor .

How could I ever get bored even an inconspicuously non-existent trifle ?

When I had the gregariously cascading waterfalls of enlightening froth tickle me profusely from all sides; trigger in me an insatiably euphoric yearning; to

gallop ecstatically forward; through the fields of mesmerizing life .

How could I ever get bored even a comically minuscule whisker ?

When I had the voluptuously rustling breeze profoundly caress each of manipulatively besieged senses; uninhibitedly freeing me to dance timelessly; till the

boundaries of enchanting eternity .

How could I ever get bored even a diminutively frigid fraction ?

When I had the melodiously ebullient nightingale singing right on my shoulder; profusely infiltrating resplendent rays of hope; into my vindictively cold blooded existence .

How could I ever get bored even a capriciously tiny speck ?

When I had the divinely blooming flowers spinning a web of majestically astounding artistry all across my gruesomely bereaved senses; tirelessly drifting me towards an unfathomable ocean of blissful scent .

How could I ever get bored even a parsimoniously mercurial bit ?

When I had the unfathomable caravan of boisterously buzzing bees incessantly enshrouding my lifelessly stoical facial contours; inundate my mockingly dreary

survival with unprecedented enthrallment and tingling sweetness .

How could I ever get bored even a lackadaisically lackluster inch ?

When I had the fascinatingly ingratiating Moon shimmer gorgeously on my despondently disheveled flesh; seductively caress me with unsurpassable fireballs of

magnificently silken delight .

How could I ever get bored even a languidly inarticulate centimeter ?

When I had tantalizingly green meadows nestled with exotic dew drops to rampantly roll in; expunge each horrendously frustrated ingredient from my despairing blood; to handsomely blend with the stupendously reinvigorating soil .

How could I ever get bored even a ghoulishly asphyxiated bit ?

When I had intransigently aristocratic carpets of breath embracing my savagely extinguishing nostrils; irrefutably propelling me each instant to unflinchingly disseminate the patriotic river of truth; in every corner of this gigantic earth .

And how could I ever get bored even a trivially transient second ?

When I had your immortally unassailable love perennially romancing with my nervously fluttering heartbeats; when I had your marvelously humanitarian shadow; which had unconquerably become the sole reflection of my soul .