Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


The conglomerate of sinister black clouds in the cosmos; poured cloudbursts of torrential rain, 


 


The blazing body of flamboyantly ferocious Sun; poureda garland of profoundly enchanting and fulminating light, 


 


The voluptuously crested nightingale seated on the fir tree; poured a stream of seductively melodious sounds, 


 


The lanky candlestick sizzling in an inferno of handsomely dancing flames; poured an unrelenting river of delectably pearly wax, 


 


The Moon tantalizingly impregnated amidst the quilt of resplendent stars; poured an ocean of uninhibited and milky white beams, 


 


The island of alluringly scarlet roses; poured a valley of stupendously wonderful and exotic redolence, 


 


The oyster held up high in the sky; poured an incredulously enticing volley 


of immaculately captivating pearls, 


 


The mind at absolute bliss; poured an unfathomable terrain of emphatically varied and enigmatically tingling fantasy, 


 


The fountain pen inundated with sapphire pools of poignant ink; poured a royal lake of majestically embellished and passionate words, 


 


The cat perched agitatedly on the spiky fence; poured an innocuous string of yelps and effusive 'Meows', The gigantic tree standing domineeringly on the isolated hill; poured a cavalcade of rhapsodic berries and bountiful fruits, 


 


The mouth at divinely harmony; poured a tunnel of  mesmerizing sound and fabulously fascinating rhyme, 


 


The eye encapsulated by astronomically escalating jubilation; poured a rainbow of ebulliently glistening tears, 


 


The body inevitably imprisoned by a whirlpool of tumultuously fiery romance; poured a waterfall of overwhelmingly volatile sweat, 


 


The scores of Mother cow's marching placidly through the meadows; poured painstakingly a lake of impeccably frosty and celestial milk, 


The wedding album lying obsolete for decades on the profusely dusty shelf; poured a tale of nostalgically animated fantasy which permeated through the inner most compartments of my soul, 


 


The wildly philandering panther; poured a tale of thunderously deafening roar; petrifying even the most minuscule of organism in vicinity till the last bone down their spine, 


 


The nose drowned in unprecedentedly obsessive compassion; poured a dungeon of piquantly pepped up and moist air, 


 


And the heart ever since the time it had started to throb; ever since the time it had first palpitated to commence beautiful life; poured only immortal love; would continue to do so intensifying with each beat; even after the world comes to an abrupt end.



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