Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


The mesmerizing tunes of the voluptuous nightingale; were heard by everybody, 


But the tunes which emanated from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who came every unfurling minute in my ocean of dreams.


 


The boisterously buzzing tunes of the queen bee; were heard by everybody, 


But the tunes which diffused from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who tantalized me unrelentingly with the fragrance of her mystical breath.


 


The melodious tunes spiraling handsomely from the delectable piano; were heard by everybody, 


But the tunes which oozed from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who cast an enigmatic spell on each path I tread.


 


The cacophonic tunes of croaking frogs; were heard by everybody, 


But the tunes which flowed from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who left me astoundingly dumbfounded; with the crimson color of her innocuous cheeks.


 


The tunes of tumultuous thunder pouring from sky; were heard by everybody, 


But the tunes which sky rocketed from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who conjured me into a spell of celestially unending sleep.


 


The treacherously satanic tunes of the monster approaching; were heard by everybody, 


But the tunes which cascaded from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who maneuvered me into a land of incomprehensibly beautiful fantasy.


 


The vivacious tunes of the giant drum; were heard by everybody, 


But the tunes which descended from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who granted me the astronomical conviction to confront every aspect of life.


 


The ominous tunes of the hideously hissing snake; were heard by everybody, 


But the tunes which shot from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who made me feel perpetually young; with insurmountable mischief lingering on her


face.


 


The passionate tunes of the ocean clashing against the rocks were heard by everybody, 


But the tunes which dribbled from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who drowned me profusely in the ingratiating aura of her divinely voice.


 


 


 


And the vital tunes of existence on this planet; were heard by everybody, 


But the tunes which crept from my breath; were heard by none; except the girl who impregnated new life every second in my impoverished persona; the girl who


infact I proudly called my beloved.



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