You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 9 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

5. ALL I ENDED UP DOING 

 I went to the tree to get blessed with scrumptiously robust fruit; but after witnessing it already threadbarely barren to the ghastliest of limits; all I ended up doing was giving it the last iota of meal entrapped within the intestines of my stomach,

I went to the clouds to get blessed with resplendently tantalizing rain; but after witnessing them turn a listlessly lackadaisical blue; all I ended up doing was giving them every droplet of compassionate moisture circulating within the whites of my eyes,

I went to mountain to get blessed with indomitably Herculean strength; but after witnessing its peaks crumbling under the impact of nuclear war; all I ended

up doing was giving it every ounce of enthusiasm fulminating in my nimble bones,

I went to the shadow to get blessed with profoundly enamoring mysticism; but after witnessing it torturously slavering without the tiniest of respite; all I ended up doing was giving it every whisper of enthrallment embedded in the pores of my humble

persona,

I went to the beehive to get blessed with insatiably unparalleled boisterousness; but after witnessing it metamorphosed into a grotesquely remorseful corpse; all I ended up doing was giving it every grain of unfettered tanginess in my voice,

I went to the Sun to get blessed with brilliantly insuperable enlightenment; but after witnessing it perfidiously invaded by monstrously demeaning spacecrafts; all I ended up doing was giving it every trace of optimism majestically circulating in each of

my senses,

I went to the meadow to get blessed with uninhibitedly untainted frolic; but after witnessing it rotting in a jungle of concretely heartless commercialism; all I ended up doing was giving it every memory of my impeccably pristine childhood,

I went to the rainbow to get blessed with vibrantly mesmerizing color; but after witnessing it reduced to an amorphous graveyard as the clouds encircled in; all

I ended up doing was giving it every ingredient of happiness effervescently brimming in my veins,

I went to the gorge to get blessed with perpetually blissful silence; but after witnessing it indiscriminately marauded by trumpets of savagely belligerent war; all I ended up doing was giving it every reflection of bliss from the innermost realms of

my soul,

I went to the ocean to get blessed with limitlessly ecstatic froth; but after witnessing it shriveled into an obnoxiously sweltering desert; all I ended up doing was giving it every droplet of priceless blood euphorically gurgling under my skin,

I went to the avalanche to get blessed with astoundingly spell-binding coolness; but after witnessing it melting into rivulets of explicitly warm water; all I ended up doing was giving it every granary of refreshing iciness in my laconic countenance,

I went to the eagle to get blessed with unequivocally regale freedom; but after witnessing it lying saddeningly maimed without its wings; all I ended up doing was giving it every centimeter of liberation encompassing my stride,

I went to the soil to get blessed with unbelievably unceasing virility; but after witnessing it treacherously adulterated by salaciously power-hungry living beings; all I ended up doing was giving it every essence of my timelessly bounteous proliferation,

I went to the rose to get blessed with unlimitedly exotic scent; but after witnessing it gruesomely withered to its ashes in the truculently unsparing storm; all I ended up doing was giving it every irrefutably righteous fragrance of my diminutive existence,

I went to the bonfire to get blessed with compassionately insuperable passion; but after witnessing it dying into wisps of ethereally disconsolate oblivion; all I ended up doing was giving it every  milligram of my unfettered raw energy,

I went to the castle to get blessed with inherently celestial royalty; but after witnessing it rattled to worse than the pauper’s gutterpipe in the devastating earthquake; all I ended up doing was giving it every trifle of my truncated opulence

I went to the clock to get blessed with stringently scrupulous punctuality; but after witnessing its needles having to come to a lividly hopeless standstill; all I ended up doing was giving it every definition of my honest punctiliousness,

I went to the saint to get blessed with cisterns of philanthropically unflinching righteousness; but after witnessing him entwining hand in hand with the murderously corrupt politicians; all I ended up doing was giving him every bit of selfless truth  from the dormitories of my coscience, 

And I went to her to get blessed with a sky of immortal love; but seeing that she was pompously rejoicing in someone else’s spuriously transient love; all I ended up doing was giving every beat of my unconquerable love to  both of them; so that they eternally loved; loved and only loved; and I left for my heavenly abode; to salvage a chance to get her love; if the Creator ever reborn me again; gave me another blessedly beautiful birth .