Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


It waded of even the most traumatically rapacious of


my tensions; with the astoundingly mellifluous cadence


in its glorious uninhibited cascade, 


 


It majestically cleared the deleterious morass of


manipulation enshrouding my eyes; with its stupendously sparkling and uninhibitedly rhapsodic globules, 


 


It victoriously beheaded all my bizarrely staggering


dereliction; with its perennially princely and


unrelenting shower of divine righteousness, 


 


It profoundly enlightened every cranny of my drearily


lambasted veins; with its fabulously rhythmic and


unbelievably magnetic melody, 


 


It perpetually replenished my lividly morose lips; with its unfathomable forest of timeless charisma; drenching each contour of my devastatingly limp persona; with cisterns of unconquerable ecstasy, 


 


It marvellously embellished even the most


infinitesimal follicle of my despairingly beleaguered


eyelashes; with its torrentially ebullient and


enchanting downpour, 


 


It triumphantly freed me of all my spuriously bellicose tawdriness; blissfully pacifying the innermost realms of my incarcerated soul; with its spell bindingly 


united showering, 


 


It regally silenced the very essence of dastardly fear


in my countenance; with its unflinching spirit of


unassailably euphoric adventure, 


 


It impregnably taught me the morals of harmoniously


philanthropic existence; with its insatiably gregarious embracing of all tribes; benevolently and alike, 


 


It wholesomely massacred even the most mercurial trace


of desperation in my blood; with its unsurpassable


festoon of everlastingly seductive scent, 


 


It emolliently decorated even the most capricious step


that I transgressed; with its convivially vibrant


impressions of intoxicating life, 


 


It forever ensured that I frolicked through meadows of


fantastically resplendent childhood; triggering in me


an implacable urge to sensuous discover the beauty of


this entire Universe; drowning myself in obeisant


admiration of its untainted belly, 


 


It made me wholesomely oblivious to all gory death; 


agony and satanically horrific pain; with its fountain


of unbelievably exotic iridescence, 


 


It handsomely liberated me of my truculently barbarous


fanaticism; with its eternally indomitable rainbows of


truth and celestially burgeoning solidarity, 


 


It gorgeously transpired the most poignantly intricate artist from within the deepest ingredients of my blood; engendering me to spawn a civilization of synergistically intriguing newness; with its droplets of bountifully exultating compassion, 


 


It nursed me like what my sacrosanct mother used to


feed me when I was a newborn child; with its fabric of


ardently heavenly and unshakable togetherness, 


 


It profusely inundated my life with nothing else but


love; love and rivulets of invincibly immortal love; 


with its serendipitously gracious wave of priceless


humanity, 


 


And to imagine that it did all of the above without


even a minuscule pinch to my pocket; a fugitive


penalization to my advancing stride; O! Yes; such was


the Omnipotent magic of the tantalizingly beautiful


and aristocratically opalescent raindrop.



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