You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 7 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

40. LOVER’S EYE. 

Through the lovers eye; even the most fetidly repugnant of gutters; suddenly seemed like the most enchantingly glistening streams of jubilantly victorious paradise,

Through the lovers eye; even the most devastatingly burning forests of hell; suddenly seemed like the most unflinchingly blazing beams of the eternally undefeated Sun,

Through the lovers eye; even the most tauntingly hapless of failures; suddenly seemed like the most invincibly glorifying epitomes of inimitably unparalleled success,

Through the lovers eye; even the most morosely tear stained cheeks; suddenly seemed like the most robustly ecstatic toffees of perennially fructifying happiness,

Through the lovers eye; even the most cadaverously perverted of spirits; suddenly seemed like the most infallibly wondrous warriors of an optimistically effulgent tomorrow,

Through the lovers eye; even the most deliriously cacophonic madhouses; suddenly seemed like the most ultimate paradise’s of spell bindingly ameliorating symbiotism,

Through the lovers eye; even the most acridly fathomless deserts; suddenly seemed like the most tantalizingly replenishing gardens of; majestically bestowing heaven,

Through the lovers eye; even the most cold-bloodedly excoriating of blood-coated thorns; suddenly seemed like the most torrentially pristine rain of royally ecstatic pearls,

Through the lovers eye; even the most disastrously orphaned of infants; suddenly seemed to be the most unconquerably aristocratic prince and princesses; of every conceivable space and time,

Through the lovers eye; even the most cursedly ghoulish houses; suddenly seemed to be the most invincibly compassionate dwellings in which resided countless families; of pricelessly humanitarian togetherness,

Through the lovers eye; even the most sadistically gleaming bars of prison; suddenly seemed to be the most blessedly fecund cradles of all-round prosperity; where there existed not the tiniest trace of feckless malice,

Through the lovers eye; even the most despondently impotent of barren soil; suddenly seemed to be the most infallibly burgeoning cloud of unchallangable

fertility,

Through the lovers eye; even the most irascibly squabbling of organisms; suddenly seemed to be the most ubiquitously harmonious harbingers of Omniscient truth and peace,

Through the lovers eye; even the most lecherously demonic parasites; suddenly seemed to be the most holistically surviving lanterns and mists of unprecedented joy,

Through the lovers eye; even the most laconically nonchalant entrenchments of oblivion; suddenly seemed to be the most vividly boisterous playgrounds

of uninhibitedly iridescent frolic,

Through the lovers eye; even the most satanically plundering of traitors; suddenly seemed to be the most rhapsodically gyrating fairies; just descended from the womb of heaven divine,

Through the lovers eye; even the most venomously gory battlefields of prejudice and lies; suddenly seemed to be the most blissfully mollifying rainbows of impregnable universal peace,

Through the lovers eye; even the most lethally unbearable anecdotes of infidelity; suddenly seemed to be the most amiably bonding mists of eternally victorious love,

And I just wished and wished and incessantly wished and prayed; that each one of us living beings who have so derogatorily become robotically commercial stonepieces these days; fall in true love this very instant irrespective of our age; caste; creed; status; color or tribe; and then forever and ever and ever possess the Immortal “Lovers Eye”.