Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet
Disillusioned were my distraught eyes; traumatically agonized by all bizarrely inflicted misery that they witnessed umpteenth number of times in a single day,
Disillusioned were my parched lips; insidiously appalled by the gory scent of grotesque manipulation; in every morsel of food that they tasted,
Disillusioned was my beleaguered brain; truculently lambasted by the indefatigable whirlpools of insane corruption and treacherously abhorrent prejudice,
Disillusioned were my dwindling fingers; solely feeling only morbidly robotic space on every speck of atmosphere that they ardently caressed,
But all that hardly mattered to me; as by the Grace of Omnipotent Lord; every beat of my heart bonded more immortally with my beloved with the unfurling of time;
and I found myself wholesomely blended with her shadow of eternally resplendent truth; forever and ever and ever.
1.
Disillusioned were my trembling bones; ghastily collapsing as the winds of parasitically unsparing savagery; struck them from every quarter of this Universe,
Disillusioned were my beleaguered ears; intransigently shutting themselves for centuries immemorial; as all they heard were boundless screams of the innocently
deprived; the only beats that reached them were the sound of the mercilessly marauding devil,
Disillusioned were my flailing arms; as all that they ever got a chance to hoist were corpses grotesquely disproportioned; by frenziedly indiscriminate bloodshed on this satanically uncouth globe today,
Disillusioned were my withering hair; as cold-blooded demons ruthlessly tore on them from everywhere; with the breeze whipping them eventually metamorphosing
into cloudbursts of remorseful blood,
But all that hardly mattered to me; as by the Grace of Omnipresent Lord; every beat of my heart bonded more immortally with my beloved with the unfurling of time;
and I found myself in due obeisance on her divinely feet; as she perpetually drifted my soul towards the path of priceless righteousness.
2.
Disillusioned was my asphyxiating neck; as the swords of disdainfully fretful lechery tried their venomous best; to annihilate it into an infinite pieces of undecipherable shit,
Disillusioned were my crumbling palms; as even the most pristine droplets of sacrosanct inspiration that they touched; had been invidiously adulterated by the
acrimoniously power hungry society outside,
Disillusioned were my bleeding feet; as every path that they holistically transgressed; had the thorns of malicious hatred ardently awaiting to maim them for a countless more lifetimes,
Disillusioned was my terrified reflection; as the entity I sighted in my mirror of my own conscience; had now been transformed into a murderous ghost; by inevitable circumstances and the emotionless world outside,
But all that hardly mattered to me; as by the Grace of Omniscient Lord; every beat of my heart bonded more immortally with my beloved with the unfurling of time;
and I found myself blissfully assimilating every iota of her heavenly sensuousness; perennially suckling the majestic artistry that bountifully showered from her
vivacious bosom.
3.
Disillusioned were my tortured intestines; as even the most infinitesimal granule of fodder that I consumed; was greedily evicted by the spuriously pompous society
that vengefully followed my stride,
Disillusioned was my shivering spine; as every draught of air that hit my countenance; had in it the cries of my despairingly penalized siblings; the barbarically orphaned children of my kind,
Disillusioned were my frigid eyelashes; as the unrelentingly pugnacious war on this colossal planet; had horrifically crippled them of even the slightest of their mischievously flirtatious fluttering,
Disillusioned was my dreary breath; as every ingredient of air that entered my diminutive nostrils; brutally strangulated me towards the last visible nail of my veritably preposterous coffin,
But all that hardly mattered to me; as by the Grace of unconquerable Lord; every beat of my heart bonded more immortally with my beloved with the unfurling of time;
and I found myself tirelessly dancing as her only slave; to the tunes of her everlastingly humanitarian existence.
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But All That Hardly Mattered
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