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

2. FLAMES BETWEEN THEIR HEARTS

The flames on ground; died a miserable death with the slightest draught of insipid wind,

But the flames between their philandering eyes; rose higher than the majestic skies; even in the most tumultuously overwhelming of rain and storm .

The flames on ground; subsided to wisps of absolute nothingness; at even the tiniest insinuation of flood approaching,

But the flames between their passionate chests; transcended well beyond the realms of fascinating eternity; even as the unfathomable battalion of satanic demons; tried to kill them .

The flames on ground; tried their best to elude the insurmountably overpowering tornado; squealing like new born mice as they heard the brazen leaves rustle

the slightest,

But the flames between their voluptuous lips; kissed the ultimate crescendos of untamed liberation; even as the entire planet parasitically sucked blood and

lecherously manipulated outside .

The flames on ground; soon metamorphosed to frigidly wincing embers; unable to bear the onslaught of leaf and clouds,

But the flames between their eternal feet; interlocked themselves into an entrenchment of unsurpassable belonging; even as cloudbursts of uncouth diabolism

pelted from realms of hell .

The flames on ground; shirked disdainfully into their devastated cocoons; as the horde of whistling wolves trampled them indiscriminately,

But the flames between their ardent bellies; transformed all lackadaisical dreariness on this earth into bountiful paradise; even as a mountain of treacherous monsters stabbed them ruthlessly on their necks .

The flames on ground; vacillated in ungainly confusion; even before the fireball of Sun could silently slip behind the dolorously languid horizons,

But the flames between their ravishingly charismatic palms; united for fathomless more births yet to unveil; even as the murderously conventional society tried to exonerate them with their commercial swords .

The flames on ground; incessantly feared of being washed away by the most infedile of froth; although the ocean was a billion kilometers away,

But the flames between their seductively alluring cheeks; tantalized perpetually in the aisles of vibrant desire; even as civilizations collapsed outside; like a pack of soggy cards .

The flames on ground; had absolutely no entity of their own; drifting miserably in the direction that the somber wind took them,

But the flames between their fervently reverberating bodies; evolved into the most wonderfully enigmatic morning of tomorrow; even as sky disastrously blended

with every cranny of earth outside .

And The flames on ground; sometimes sunk well beneath their ghastly corpse; even before they could moderately rise to their one inch height,

But the flames between their immortally throbbing heart; proliferated into boundless more streams of royal love; even as the hideously sinister world came to a veritable end; outside .