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

38. I WANTED TO BE UNCONQUERABLY SURE

I really didn’t possess even the most infinitesimal of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of vivaciously

enthralling and stupendously proliferating life,

I really didn’t  possess even the most ethereal of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of gloriously nubile

and ecstatically amazing life,

I really didn’t  possess even the most oblivious of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of resplendently

triumphant and timelessly ameliorating life,

I really didn’t possess the even most parsimonious of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of unflinchingly

indomitable and fearlessly blessing life,

I really didn’t possess even the most fugitive of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of beautifully redolent

and symbiotically undefeated life,

I really didn’t possess even the most transient of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of tirelessly rejuvenating

and ebulliently winning life,

I really didn’t possess even the most evanescent of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of jubilantly enthralling

and stupendously eclectic life,

I really didn’t possess even the most mercurial of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of fragrantly unassailable and Omnisciently benign life,

I really didn’t possess even the most transient of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of beautifully unceasing

and eternally ameliorating life,

I really didn’t possess even the most obliterated of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of handsome ly unconquerable and celestially uplifting life,

I really didn’t possess even the most evaporating of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of effulgently rhapsodic

and interminably fathomless life,

I really didn’t possess even the most non-existent of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of unbelievably

mesmerizing and incredulously royal life,

I really didn’t possess even the most disappearing of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of benevolently

humanitarian and supremely spell-binding life,

I really didn’t possess even the most dilapidated of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of fantastically enamoring and vibrantly poignant life,

I really didn’t possess even the most cloistered of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of victoriously showering and insuperably unprejudiced life,

I really didn’t possess even the most ephemeral of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of indomitably

felicitating and eternally harmonious life,

I really didn’t possess even the most inane of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of majestically parading

and undyingly burgeoning life,

I really didn’t possess even the most vanishing of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of bountifully blossoming and holistically impregnable life,

Wholesomely contrary to the above;  I wanted to be unconquerably sure  every instant of my destined life; that whenever I died; whenever the Omniscient Creator

had written the signature of inevitable death in my existence; it happened and solely happened; on the feet of none else; but  my timelessly insuperable and perpetual beloved .