Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


There was something in that voice; which made me exotically wander through the aisles of untamed fantasy; and unendingly tantalizing seduction, 


 


There was something in that voice; which metamorphosed even the most inexplicably horrendous of my misery; into a blooming paradise of everlastingly 


enchanting melody, 


 


There was something in that voice; which enthralled me beyond the dormitories of comprehension; wholesomely freed me of all my murderously monotonous


apprehensions; and agonies of the uncouth planet outside, 


 


There was something in that voice; which unrelentingly seduced me even after the heart of dolorously dreary midnight; rekindling every deadened pore of my flesh


to blend with the Almighty Divine, 


 


There was something in that voice; which enshrouded every cranny of beleaguered soul with rhapsodic exuberance; an insatiable yearning to philanthropically bond with all my comrades; innocuous and living, 


 


There was something in that voice; which irrefutably taught me the essence of unbiased love towards all my fellow compatriots either rich or despicably poor; 


taught me that service to mankind was indeed true service to the divine, 


 


There was something in that voice; which transformed me into an invincibly blazing fortress; unflinchingly confronting every impediment that dared come my way; 


to forever radiate like spell binding Sunshine, 


 


There was something in that voice; which handsomely extricated my manipulatively besieged conscience of all its abhorrent prejudice; bestowing upon me all mesmerizing happiness that profoundly perpetuated the atmosphere, 


 


There was something in that voice; which ebulliently elevated me from my spells of deplorable depression; impregnated a river of unfathomable enchantment in


nervously circulating streams of my impoverished blood, 


 


There was something in that voice; which made me feel like a majestic prince of all times; traversing through the lanes of grandiloquent desire; manifesting each of my benign dream into a perpetual reality, 


 


There was something in that voice; which marvelously brought out my humanitarian spirit; made me benevolently commiserate with all my mates; dithering towards the horizons of a ghastly extinction, 


There was something in that voice; which royally replenished my frigidly disastrous lips with astoundingly blissful smiles; profusely enlightened my survival with the Omniscient enlightenment to bond with all mankind, 


 


There was something in that voice; which resolutely told me to always follow the unassailable voices of my heart; coalesce my spirit forever with; euphorically


evergreen humanity, 


 


There was something in that voice; which perennially transpired me to transcend beyond the ultimate crescendo of magnificent artistry; never made me realize that I was dwindling all hope in vibrant life, 


 


There was something in that voice; which made me disdainfully shun all bombastic cynosure; meditate till beyond realms of eternal eternity; in an incredulously aristocratic entrenchment of bountiful selflessness, 


 


There was something in that voice; which unrelentingly triggered me to implore and eradicate all my devilishly hidden fallacies; philander in the ingratiatingly ravishing charisma of the majestic atmosphere, 


 


There was something in that voice; which numbed all my trauma   with its unconquerably Omnipotent aura; made me wonderfully believe in the laws of symbiotic existence; made me believe in my unlimited mountain of positive strengths, 


 


There was something in that voice; which illuminated my perniciously withering existence with the fragrance of unshakable togetherness; made me feel as if Almighty Lord was always there to help me by my side, 


 


There was something in that voice; which made me immortally love every graciously vivacious element of living kind; bow down in due adulation of the powers of 


the Omnipresent Creator Divine, 


 


And there was something in that voice; which gifted me a countless radiant breaths when infact I had asked for just one; and could humbly become the very reason


for my destitute mates; to be holistically alive.



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