You Die; I Die - Part 1 - 50 Poems for Soul Stirring Love by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

15. OCEANS OF LOVE. 

A handful of salt to impregnate flavor in my lackadaisical food; relish the most tantalizingly exotic meal of my life; for centuries immemorial,

A handful of smiles to enlighten the trajectory of my derogatorily sullen lips; punctuate  my lugubriously dreary entrenchment of solitude; with triumphantly

ebullient cheer,

A handful of empathy to marvelously pacify my treacherously disheveled eyes; inundate their regretfully stony whites with unfathomable charisma and voluptuous charm,

A handful of muscle to stupendously refurbish my flailing arms; grant them the sparkling tenacity to exuberantly surge forward with profound gusto of life,

A handful of pristine water to gorgeously placate my traumatically agonizing throat; bountifully replenish even the most infinitesimal of my senses with the most

ingratiating gift of God,

A handful of flirtation to mischievously titillate my monotonously beleaguered soul; handsomely mitigate me of my apprehensions in the chapter of monotonously

uncouth life,

A handful of blood to astoundingly rejuvenate my pathetically diminishing nerves; trigger even the most lividly devastated arenas of my visage; on a voyage of

poignantly crimson fire,

A handful of cloth to fantastically embellish my disastrously shriveled body; beautifully instill a wave of amiable compassion in each of my devastatingly

debilitating senses,

A handful of fragrance to divinely mesmerize my penuriously staggering countenance; metamorphose me forever and ever and ever into a cloud of mystically ravishing paradise,

A handful of inebriation to magnificently tranquilize my  preposterously rambunctious voice; blend my disdainfully wavering spirit with the rhythmic

pulsations of the divine,

A handful of resilience to add boundless sparks to my abominably defeated stride; majestically instilling in me the ability to confront the most horrendously

acrimonious of impediments that came my side,

A handful of mascara to vibrantly illuminate my dismally drooping eyelashes; perpetuating me to erupt into an unrelenting festoon of fantasy and spell

bindingly gracious rhyme,

A handful of truth to irrefutably bless my salaciously pulverized conscience; Omnisciently flood its woefully fretting and stagnating dormitories with the mantra of symbiotic existence,

A handful of artistry to regally stimulate each deliberately indolent nerve of my nimble demeanor; deluge the fathomlessly barren canvas of my life; with

the profusely fascinating essence of blissful existence,

A handful of playfulness to celestially unfurl my ruthlessly mature and tyrannical senses; unbelievably bring out the princely child ardently clinging to each

element of my passionate countenance,

A handful of river for me to royally bathe off the remorseful disease from my lambasted skin; perennially reinvigorate the manipulatively besieged conglomerate

of my bones to coalesce with the rudiments of my sacred existence,

A handful of sensuousness to miraculously engulf each cranny of my vengeful brain; with an unsurpassable reservoir of enthrallingly euphoric and vivacious

fantasy,

A handful of  breath to Omnipotently enshroud my forlornly extinguishing nostrils; invincibly bestow my lungs with the charismatically ecstatic chapters of undefeated life,

But unfathomable oceans of love to Omnipresently liberate my heart; perpetually bond its beats with the winds of procreation; togetherness; mankind; pricelessly immortalizing the meaning of my impoverished life .