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

41. MY LOVE STILL LAY IN YOUR HEART 

I might have reached the astronomical summit of bountiful prosperity; assimilating unfathomable wealth in the tenure of my short life,

But my childhood still lay profoundly in your impeccable eyes; frolicking uninhibitedly with you behind the trees; wholesomely oblivious to the

manipulative vagaries of mankind .

I might have created magic; registering my name in the ultimate records; insatiably conquering towering conquests by Gods grace,

But my destiny still lay in the lines of your immaculately ravishing palms; clinging incorrigibly to your majestic shadow; as you led me through the ravishingly undulating terrain of life .

I might have become a cherishable constituent of all society; with people insurmountably craving for my compassionate company; to any other richness in this

gigantic Universe,

But my desires still lay in your voluptuously wandering skin; tantalizing me beyond the point of untamed control; as I fulminated into fireballs of ecstatic passion; high and handsome towards blue sky .

I might have attained the realms of prudent maturity; perhaps faster than any tangible being; leading life higher than the clouds every unleashing instant of the flamboyant day,

But my ambitions still lay in your magnanimous soul; which propelled me indefatigably; to sacrifice every moment of  impoverished existence; to the service of

dwindling humanity .

I might have successfully accomplished the unimaginably impossible; winning the accolades of the overwhelmingly rich; and horrendously poor; alike,

But my artistry still lay hidden in your compassionate veins; unrelentingly making me blossom into a fountain of versatile magic; making me explore the entire beauty of this fathomless planet; as the Sun rose fragrantly in the sky; once again .

I might have irrefutably won countless a battle; wholesomely freeing my motherland; from the onslaught of the most acrimoniously treacherous traitors,

But my inspiration still lay hidden in your intrepidly unflinching gait; triggering me to leap a boundless steps completely blind; and yet emerge out of the most horrific of fires; as perfectly exuberant and alive .

I might have rewritten the parameters of history; inundating the periphery of mesmerizing earth; with my unsurpassable repertoire of intriguing inventions,

But my dedication still lay in your delectably sacrosanct feet; bowing down to your heavenly grace as your immortal slave; and then winning every race in the world; like thunderbolts of ebullient lightening; falling from the sky .

I might have survived for innumerable centuries; transcending over all mortals as an angel; who irrevocably refused to pathetically die,

But my breath still lay in your euphorically fiery nostrils; passionately living for all living kind; incessantly bonding with all those alleviating pain; with the blessings of Omniscient lord by our side .

And I might have led an infinite lives in a single lifetime; proving an exemplary for all those tottering towards nervous extinction; as a messiah that never cried,

But my love still lay incarcerated in your immortal heart;  and your invincible ocean of throbbing beats; miraculously giving me all the energy to metamorphose

monotonously sinister earth once again; into a veritable paradise .