You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 8 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

32. TOMORROW’S OF LOVE 

Before we even knew the color of our eyes; the insatiable flurry of dreams vivaciously circulating through their handsome whites,

Our vision had immortally interlocked with each other; as we blossomed into a magnificently ravishing dream which transcended beyond the realms of unsurpassable

eternity .

Before we even knew the cadence in our voice; the unfathomable myriad of likes and dislikes that encompassed our visage,

Our sound had immortally interlocked with each other; as we bloomed into an insurmountable fleet of melody; absconding euphorically to the farthest corner of this

incredulously gigantic Universe .

Before we even knew the destinies that lay sandwiched beneath our closed fists; the inexplicable anecdotes about to confront us head-on in near future,

Our palms had immortally interlocked with each other; as we unrelentingly escalated as a united wave of triumph and compassion; caressing each other perennially amidst the tantalizing conglomerate of clouds .

Before we even knew the religion we belonged too; wholesomely oblivious to our fathomless repertoire of ancestral heritage,

Our names had immortally interlocked with each other; as we danced under the enchanting moonlight for times immemorial; while the uncouthly conventional society manipulatively sucked each other’s blood outside .

Before we even knew the ideas that rhapsodically conquered our brains; the incomprehensible tunnel of directions our minds tirelessly ventured,

Our mission had immortally interlocked with each other; as we unflinchingly surged forward to accomplish each of our philanthropic dreams; metamorphose this planet once again into a blissful paradise .

Before we even knew the contours of our faces; the gargantuan armory of reasons for which they uninhibitedly smiled and smirked,

Our lips had immortally interlocked with each other; tumultuously swirling into the most passionate kiss ever on this planet; triggering thunderbolts of desire

in miserably dead roots of soil .

Before we even knew the directions in which we were progressing; the unsurpassable network of paths on which we liked to explore and tread,

Our footsteps had immortally interlocked with each other; as we gallivanted exuberantly in an entrenchment of mesmerizing joy; uplifting our orphaned mates; to help them reach their ultimate smile .

Before we even knew the compassion in the breaths that descended relentlessly from our nostrils; the seductively enigmatic story hidden in their boundlessly augmenting aura,

Our lives had immortally interlocked with each other; as we irrefutably pledged not only to celestially lead this lifetime; but stay forever coalesced like an organism and its shadow; for countless more births to come .

And before we even knew the beats entrapped and throbbing till eternity in our chests; the unending ocean of aspirations fulminating more vivaciously than the Sun outside,

Our romance had immortally interlocked with each other; as our spirits rose as one well above the monotonous discrepancies of this barbarically estranged world; to procreate an infinite more tomorrow’s of LOVE, LOVE AND ONLY LOVE .