Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


Even though I was in the heart of a crucial business meeting; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her immaculately ravishing eyes; the glow that immortalized their stupendous glory; beyond the corridors of eternity, 


 


Even though I was in the center of the acrimonious battlefield; with arrows and bullets venomously ricocheting from all sides; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her voluptuously smiling lips, 


 


Even though I was eating my meal after a thousand days; desperately trying to rejuvenate my drearily dried intestines; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her celestially tinkling and inscrutable feet, 


 


Even though I was trespassing over a dungeon of hideously lethal reptiles; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except the compassionate warmth which diffused poignantly from her philanthropic palms, 


 


Even though I was being brutally thrashed with barbaric glass; each pore of my skin bleeding towards submission; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her tantalizingly slender neck; which made me insatiably wild, 


 


Even though I was thrown uncouthly from the aircraft; without a parachute strapped on my back; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her charismatically alluring eyelashes, 


 


Even though I was given poison to drink; with each iota of the diabolical liquid treacherously forced into my tiny throat; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except the insurmountable titillation of her majestic belly, 


 


Even though I was scorching miserably; orphaned till times beyond infinity in the midst of the heinously sweltering desert; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her mystically enchanting and incredulously enthralling shadow, 


 


Even though I had a few seconds left before being pulverized by the satanic dinosaur; as his preposterously pernicious form closed upon my chest; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her voluptuously rubicund cheeks, 


 


Even though I was tossed like a matchstick in the sky; after a deadly juggernaut of trucks collided head on with my ribs; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her magnanimously benevolent stride, 


 


Even though I was indiscriminately tyrannized as a slave; lecherously forced to lick the saliva of my master as he vomited pools of it with every sneeze; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her ingratiatingly melodious voice, 


 


Even though I was ripped apart into a countless halves by the savagely speeding tornado; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her tumultuously


rhapsodic freedom; the supreme enchantment in her eyes, 


 


Even though I was whipped with waves of despicable desolation; with all the richness of this planet kicking me like a piece of adulterated shit; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her vivaciously bouncing hair, 


 


Even though I was gruesomely burnt alive; with the conventionally murderous society hurling every ounce of petrol in their dwellings upon my impoverished form; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else except her unbelievably rosy and delectable tongue; the gorgeous cadence that wafted from her voice, 


 


Even though I was sinking to the bottom of the gargantuan ocean; with a fleet of rebellious shark darting at whisker lengths from my body; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her seductively charming adams apple, 


 


Even though I was  being absorbed by the island of flagrantly devastating hell; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her exquisitely embellished and artistic fingers, 


 


Even though I was being ruthlessly asphyxiated with threadbare rope; a horde of criminals trying their best to slit every portion of my throat; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her astoundingly dangling and surreally fantastic


earlobes, 


 


Even though I was staggering on each path of life; licking dust even before I could alight a single foot of mine; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except the tumultuously fiery breath that cascaded beautifully from your nostrils, 


 


And even though I had died centuries ago; without a single trace of me or my rudiments now to be found on this boundlessly majestic Universe; I still couldn't


fantasize about anything else except her passionately immortal heartbeats; her immortal love that had kept me ebullient and alive; even as an insipid ghost.



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