Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


As much as I loved her lips beyond anything else on this mesmerizing Universe; profoundly enthralled by the voluptuous sheen that encapsulated their royal


periphery, 


I incessantly prayed to the Almighty Lord to bless them with the tenacity to survive against inexplicable gloom; which I knew was an inevitable impediment at


some stage or the other; of everybody's vibrantly synergistic life.


 


As much as I loved her eyes beyond anything else on this boundlessly beautiful Universe; relentlessly staring into their impeccable whites; as she traversed


like a fairy in my barren garden of nothingness, 


I indefatigably prayed to the Almighty Lord to bless them with the fortitude to survive against devastatingly crippling tears; which I knew were an


inevitable hindrance at some stage or the other; of everybody's rhapsodically blooming life.


 


As much as I loved her hair beyond anything else on this sparklingly colossal Universe; intransigently drowning in their fabulous glory for times immemorial, 


I irrevocably prayed to the Almighty Lord to bless them with the resilience to survive against ludicrously withering whiteness; which I knew was an inevitable decay; at some stage or the other; of everybody's bountifully charismatic life.


 


As much as I loved her voice beyond anything else on this majestic Universe; profusely blending each step of my impoverished existence with the stupendous magic of her heavenly tunes, 


I unfathomably prayed to the Almighty Lord to bless it with the solidarity to survive against ridiculously wavering cacophony; which I knew was an inevitable obstacle at some stage or the other; of everybody's ecstatically vivacious life.


 


As much as I loved her cheeks beyond anything else on this gregariously wonderful Universe; compassionately kissing them under the pearly mysticism of milky moon; 


till times beyond veritable eternity, 


I tirelessly prayed to the Almighty Lord to bless them with the courage to survive against obnoxiously abominable wrinkles; which I knew were an inevitable barricade at some stage or the other; or everybody's enchantingly blissful life.


 


As much as I loved her ears beyond anything else on this wonderfully ravishing Universe; suckling heavenly peace from their pricelessly dangling lobes, 


I perpetually prayed to the Almighty Lord to bless them with the conviction to survive against mockingly turbid deafness; which I knew was an inevitable hurdle


at some stage or the other; in everybody's euphorically galloping life.


 


As much as I loved her stomach beyond anything else on this congenially symbiotic Universe; being captivated in a tantalizing entrenchment of seductive thrill each


time she nimbly swished her divinely countenance, 


I perennially prayed to the Almighty Lord to bless it with the ardor to survive against unprecedented pangs of hunger; which I knew was an inevitable blockade at


some stage or the other; in everybody's celestially blessed life.


 


As much as I loved her feet beyond anything else on this unsurpassably enigmatic Universe; passionately kissing every mark that they left on bedraggled bits


of soil, 


I forever prayed to the Almighty Lord to bless them with the fervor to survive against acrimoniously ghastly thorns; which I knew were an inevitable criminal at some stage or the other; in everybody's sacredly contented life.


 


As much as I loved her shadow beyond anything else on this fathomlessly mystical Universe; basking in the inscrutably delectable enigma of her gorgeously alluring reflection, 


I incorrigibly prayed to the Almighty Lord to bless it with the resolution to survive against ethereally surreptitious extinction; which I knew was an inevitable culprit at some stage or the other; in everybody's wonderfully sprouting life.


 


And as much as I loved her breath beyond anything else on this gigantically poignant Universe; taking birth a countless more times with the incomprehensibly unparalleled life that she exhaled, 


I constantly prayed to the Almighty Lord to bless it with the realization to survive against diabolically sinister death; which I knew was an inevitable end at some stage or the other; in everybody's ubiquitously redolent life.



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