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

40. EVERY HEART 

No two eyes on this Universe were ever the same; with some chasing ingratiatingly bountiful beauty; while some maliciously wandering after the aimlessly slithering and diabolical devil,

No two scalps on this Universe were ever the same; with some sporting a

festoon of exuberantly ravishing hair; while some horrifically sulking under a gutter of dolorously pathetic leeches,

No two skins on this Universe were ever the same; with some as charming

as the fascinatingly colossal skies; while some more lugubriously empty than threadbare bits of preposterously dried charcoal,

No two nose’s on this Universe were ever the same; with some as pristinely piquant at profoundly blossoming lotus; while some more abominably expressionless than the

dissolutely pulverized stones,

No two lips on this Universe were ever the same; with some as majestically rubicund as the poignantly scarlet rose; while some more pretentiously snobbish than

the lackadaisically withering leaf,

No two ears on this Universe were ever the same; with some celestially deciphering even the most infinitesimally diminutive of evanescent sound; while some more viciously blending than the demons; with unrelentingly coercing thunderballs of malice,

No two chins on this Universe were ever the same; with some as resplendently twinkling as the regally enlightening stars; while some more devastatingly shattered than non-existently treacherous and gorily bombarded townships,

No two palms on this Universe were ever the same; with some unflinchingly evolving an intrepidly exhilarating path of their very own; while some more idiosyncratically

dependant on an inconspicuously worthless corpse of crosses and wavering destiny lines,

No two bellies on this Universe were ever the same; with some as tantalizing as the fathomlessly surreal mists of unparalleled heaven; while some more drably corpulent

than the decaying tortoise; spending its entire life nondescriptly staring at the sky and by the riverside,

No two voices on this Universe were ever the same; with some as charismatically philanthropic as the harbingers of humanity; while some more disparagingly stifled than the venomously lurking shadows of the sinister coffins,

No two fingers on this Universe were ever the same; with some as royally

eclectic as the gloriously iridescent and perennially unfurling skies; while some more truculently lambasting than the remorseful scorpions of; sanctimonious lies,

No two tongues on this Universe were ever the same; with some fostering

sweetness as melodious as the marvelously benign nightingale; while some more vengefully bitter than the satanic roots of penalizing hell,

No two minds on this Universe were ever the same; with some unsurpassably fantasizing in the aisles of optimistically enlightening goodness; while some more

sardonic than ghoulishly sodomizing graveyards of emaciating loneliness,

No two personalities on this Universe were ever the same; with some as

blazingly flamboyant as the Omnipotently rising Sun; while some more invidiously blacker than the insipidly dastardly winds of devilish midnight,

No two necks on this Universe were ever the same; with some gustily elongated and enthusing drifting towards the realms of surreally everlasting sensuousness; while some more shorter than miserably squelched cigarette butts and turgidly staring into entrenchments of; bizarre nothingness,

No two shoulders on this Universe were ever the same; with some resiliently towering tall in the face of even the most debilitatingly slaughtering of disaster; while some more disdainfully collapsing than hillocks of bland chalk; under the tiniest draught of ephemeral wind,

No two perspiration on this Universe were ever the same; with some intransigently radiating the scent of assiduously well deserved struggle; while some more

worthless than trashloads of orphaned faeces flying from the lazing monsters roof,

No two shadows on this Universe were ever the same; with some mystically

reinvigorating every acridly barren patch of earth that they caressed with unfathomable cisterns of compassion; while some more ruthlessly propagating the

barriers of religion; caste; creed and color; than the indiscriminately squandering vultures,

No two perceptions were ever the same; with some as wonderfully unprejudiced as the ebullient breeze that embraced one and all alike; while some more grotesquely distorted than the malicious politicians; unworthy cartoon,

No two feet on this Universe were ever the same; with some unassailably

marching on the pathways of irrefutable truth; while some more mercilessly trampling every new life born with their gruesomely bohemian and macabre toes,

No two accents on this Universe were ever the same; with some purisitically coalescing with the rudiments of integral rusticity and originality; while some more

derogatorily feckless than the baying of the uncontrollably sweating pig,

No two appetites on this Universe were ever the same; with some holistically replenishing the harmonious body with the eternally effulgent and symbiotic fruits

of creation; while some more cadaverously ferociously than the lethally snapping crocodiles,

No two thumbs on this Universe were ever the same; with some as stupendously flexible as the aristocratically vacillating season winds; while some more irately rigid than water despicably stagnating in the obsoletely orphaned gutterlines; not prepared the slightest to even budge a mercurial inch,

No two adam’s apple on this Universe were ever the same; with some as ebulliently frolicking as the intriguingly blooming fairies in crimson sky; while some more hideously solitary than the forlorn ghost; wailing the cry of death as even the most blessed of water synergistically slurped down the slavering throat,

No two postures on this Universe were ever the same; with some as bountifully streaming into newness as the morning Sun God; while some more fetidly mourning

infinite feet beneath the earth; than what worms could be,

No two signatures on this Universe were ever the same; with some ubiquitously depicting the patriotic persona with unprecedentedly unlimited pride; while some

fading into mortuaries of indescribable oblivion; even as the first droplets of nimble rain pelted down from the velvety sky, 

But every heart on this Universe is; was and would be always the same; as each beat that it immortally diffused; each resonation profusely fulminating from its inner most core; each beautiful dream that it timelessly throbbed for; unconquerably bonded with the boundless sky of love; love and only everlasting love .

The End .