You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 3 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

29. THE MOST PRICELESS THING 

The most priceless thing that my mother could ever have bequeathed upon

me; was her unconditional support and compassion; even in my times of

acrimoniously devastating survival,

The most priceless thing that my sister could ever have bequeathed upon me;

was a kaleidoscope of astoundingly intriguing mischief; making me perennially feel that I was that; unscrupulous child once again,

The most priceless thing that my father could ever have bequeathed upon me;

was an unrelenting dynamism to propel forward come what may; blaze more

ferociously than the midday Sun; even in the heart of the perniciously insidious midnight,

The most priceless thing that my grandmother could ever have bequeathed upon

me; was a fabulously ingratiating tale of my sparklingly revered ancestors; an unparalleled urge in me to trace back my aboriginal rudiments; till the last breath I that I inhaled,

The most priceless thing that my neighbors could ever have bequeathed upon

me; was an ecstatic spirit of never-dying unity; coalescing every benevolent

step of theirs with my; unflinchingly revolution towards righteousness,

The most priceless thing that my friends could ever have bequeathed upon me;

was an unprecedented ardor to gyrate in mesmerizing boisterousness; shrug

all tensions of the monotonously sweltering day; to wholeheartedly romance

with the winds of the ravishing night,

The most priceless thing that my children could ever have bequeathed upon

me; was profound whirlpools of immaculate newness; that led me to intransigently grope for fascinating enchantment; on every mesmerizing path that I tread,

The most priceless thing that my shadow could ever have bequeathed upon

me; was a cloud of voluptuously titillating excitement; enveloping me in a

whirlwind of seductively princely imagination; for decades unfathomable,

The most priceless thing that my echo could ever have bequeathed upon

me; was a bountifully ringing ebullience; an unassailable magnet of mysticism

that profusely entrenched each of my drearily bedraggled nerves,

The most priceless thing that my pet could ever have bequeathed upon me; was

an irrevocably sacerdotal feeling of timeless faith; a fortress of impregnable solidarity to believe forever; in all philanthropic living kind,

The most priceless thing that my dwelling could ever have bequeathed upon me; was enchantingly blissful support in my times of disastrously stagnating isolation; a synergistically placating vivaciousness; that kept me bereft of all debilitation and murderous disease,

The most priceless thing that my pen could ever have bequeathed upon me; was

ubiquitously enthralling words of candid humanity; an astoundingly amiable

fountain of gregarious relationships; which grew even more formidable in

times of dooming distress,

The most priceless thing that my eyes could ever have bequeathed upon me;

was the marvelous artistry on the canvas of the fathomless Universe; the gloriously Aristocratic beauty hidden in each tranquil particle; of the handsome atmosphere,

The most priceless thing that my ancestors could ever have bequeathed upon me; was such miraculously Omnipotent parents; whose fragrance of stupendously enlightening existence; is what I will always cherish in every diminutive birth of mine,

The most priceless thing that my God could ever have bequeathed upon me; was

an incessant river of boundless creativity; an unsurpassable energy to magically conceive; beyond the intriguingly extraordinary,

The most priceless thing that my conscience could ever have bequeathed upon

me; was the immutably unconquerable sword of divine truth; wholesomely extinguishing the very rudiments; of the chapter called lecherous lies,

The most priceless thing that my breath could ever have bequeathed upon me;

was a tireless ardor to holistically survive; sensuously fantasize beyond the realms of tantalizing paradise; as each puff of ravishing air entered into my famished nostrils,

The most priceless thing that my heart could ever have bequeathed upon me; was a thunderous obsession to chase the innermost voices lingering in my soul;  indefatigably resonate in the beats of a majestically melodious existence,

And the most priceless thing that my beloved could ever have bequeathed upon me; was an unending ocean of immortal love; relentlessly teaching me to affably share and desire; relentlessly teaching me to be always helping humanity; and enthusiastically alive .