Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet

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Ask my eyes; how much they missed her ingratiatingly mischievous smile, 


 


Ask my nose; how much it missed her stupendously incarcerating and heavenly fragrance, 


 


Ask my lips; how much they missed her voluptuously tangy tears, 


 


Ask my hands; how much they missed her tantalizingly rubicund cheeks, 


 


Ask my soul; how much it missed her majestically grandiloquent shadow, 


 


Ask my hair; how much it missed the satiny caress of her divinely magical palms, 


 


Ask my ears; how much they missed her incredulously melodious and mesmerizing voice, 


 


Ask my brain; how much it missed her everlasting and profusely poignant festoon of memories and fantasies, 


 


Ask my blood; how much it missed her unrelentingly volcanic desire; the infernos of insatiable passion that she ignited; when she was at whisker lengths from my body, 


 


Ask my tongue; how much it missed the insurmountably delectable outlines of 


her vivaciously boisterous nape, 


 


Ask my abysmally fading countenance; how much it missed her unprecedented inspiration to propel unflinchingly forward in life, 


 


Ask my signature; how much it missed her unfathomably charming impression; the tinge of her magnanimous authority between each impeccable alphabet, 


 


Ask my bones; how much they missed her mystically intriguing footsteps; the astronomical rejuvenation they imparted to its deteriorating caricature, 


 


Ask my sweat; how much it missed her rhapsodic heat; the flames of unparalleled desire which she evoked with just a single solitary stare, 


 


Ask my stomach; how much it missed her unsurpassably celestial meals; the fathomless myriad of delicacies she prepared within flashes of minuscule seconds, 


 


Ask my beard; how much it missed her euphorically fabulous nails; the astounding rawness with which she trace a trail of seduction through my unruly flesh, 


Ask my breath; how much it missed her indomitable ardor to survive; her tenacity to face life; even in the most disastrously acrimonious of times, 


 


Ask my heart; how much it missed her indefatigably throbbing beats; the tumultuous fervor in her pulse; that made me take infinite steps at a time, 


 


And ask my life; how much it missed her immortal love; which was the sole reason that didn't let me die; even after she today; wasn't alive.



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