Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


It was in the light of the candle; that I found mystical enchantment, 


It was under the austere rays of Sunlight; that I found my lost ardor to exist, 


 


It was in the realms of the gurgling waterfall; that I found heavenly rejuvenation and an everlasting bliss, 


 


It was under pearly beams of moonshine; that I found overwhelming threads of voluptuous fantasy, 


 


It was in the immortal stillness of the forest; that I found my most intricate of senses, 


 


It was with the resurgent winds of autumn; that I found my mesmerizing prowess to sing, 


 


It was within the dungeons infinite feet beneath; that I found baffling enigmas striking me at astounding speeds, 


 


It was sighting the vivacious peacock; that I found my lost ability to animatedly leap and ecstatically dance, 


 


It was in the island of pearls; that I found majestically royal fantasy of the most astronomical decree, 


 


It was on the summit of the towering mountain; that I found my valor to audaciously confront evil beings, 


 


It was in the tawny cats coat of fur; that I found nostalgic childhood; an insurmountable wave of heavenly mischief, 


 


It was in the blanket of perennially green meadows; that I found an insatiable urge to shut my eyes tightly and celestially sleep, 


 


It was in the heart of the rhapsodically leaping fire; that I found flames of untamed passion and wild romance, 


 


It was in the wisps of satiny clouds; that I found my desire to reside forever in the lap of Almighty lord, 


 


It was in the foundation of the mammoth building; that I found Herculean strength; an inevitable invincibility to single handedly take on the entire world, 


 


It was riding on the back of a fox; that I found uncanny cunningness; the adroit manipulation to exist in this uncouth world, 


 


It was beneath the shell of the tortoise; that I found incomprehensible laziness; a thunderous propensity to rest for several lives, 


 


It was in the sacred lap of my mother; that I found that I was always young; without a trace of fatigue in my severely bloodshot eyes, 


 


And It was in the arms of my beloved; that I found that I was breathing; I was still living after gruesome death; I was forever exuberant and alive.



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