After We Die. Poem by Nikhil Parekh

After We Die.



If the acrimonious world didn't want us to become one whilst we were alive; wretchedly separating our sensuously titillating lips; perennially bonded in the
kiss of effulgently untamed passion,

If the salacious world didn't want us to become one whilst we were alive; diabolically separating our jubilantly effervescent cheeks; perennially bonded in the flavor of inseparably righteous togetherness,

If the atrocious world didn't want us to become one whilst we were alive; truculently separating our resplendently tinkling feet; perennially bonded in the spirit of indefatigably untainted adventure,

If the demented world didn't want us to become one whilst we were alive; hedonistically separating our unbelievably tantalizing bellies; perennially bonded
in the most compassionately unsurpassable fires of virility,

If the tyrannically world didn't want us to become one whilst we were alive; torturously separating our enchantingly holistic nostrils; perennially bonded in
the spell binding euphoria of timelessly infallible existence,

If the carnivorous world didn't want us to become one whilst we were alive; sadistically separating our gloriously synergistic palms; perennially bonded in
the most inscrutably fructifying winds of destiny,

If the ominous world didn't want us to become one whilst we were alive; cannibalistically separating our bountifully blossoming napes; perennially bonded in
the atmospheres of tirelessly unbridled poignancy,

If the delirious world didn't want us to become one whilst we were alive; tawdrily separating our immaculately vibrant ears; perennially bonded in the aisles of celestially unparalleled sensitivity,

If the sacrilegious world didn't want us to become one whilst we were alive; salaciously separating our intricately seductive spines; perennially bonded in
the whirlpools of unassailably fascinating intrigue,

If the parasitic world didn't want us to become one whilst we were alive; bawdily separating our uninhibitedly truthful sweat; perennially bonded in the flames of limitlessly ardent perseverance,

If the cynical world didn't want us to become one whilst we were alive; licentiously separating our mischievously unabashed eyelashes; perennially bonded in the valleys of surreally pristine fantasy,

If the inane world didn't want us to become one whilst we were alive; devilishly separating our inscrutably triumphant destiny lines; perennially bonded in the
swirl of fervently unceasing magnetism,

If the foolhardy world didn't want us to become one whilst we were alive; forlornly separating our invincibly scarlet blood; perennially bonded in the paradise of impregnably altruistic humanity,

If the amorphous world didn't want us to become one whilst we were alive; dreadfully separating our gloriously artistic fingers; perennially bonded in a
boundless entrenchment of amiable charisma,

If the lambasting world didn't want us to become one whilst we were alive; heinously separating our bounteously suckling tongues; perennially bonded in a fortress of insuperably virile and unabashedly augmenting desire,

If the lecherous world didn't want us to become one whilst we were alive; horrifically separating our undyingly symbiotic shoulders; perennially bonded in a civilization of beautifully benign philanthropism,

If the dogmatic world didn't want us to become one whilst we were alive; profanely separating our nimbly emollient souls; perennially bonded in a festoon of
unflinchingly fearless camaraderie,

If the unsparing world didn't want us to become one whilst we were alive; inexorably separating our compassionately heaving chests; perennially bonded in a meadow of eternally unshakable passion,

If the meaningless world didn't want us to become one whilst we were alive; satanically separating our immortally priceless heartbeats; perennially bonded in
the caverns of royally undaunted love,

Don't worry; for if not in blessedly unconquerable life; we'll stillforever and ever and ever become one for an infinite more births yet to unveil; as we'd
drag our bodies far far away from the enthrallment of existence; shake hands with the corpse of death; and then lets see who stops us from being unconquerably
one; after we die.

Tuesday, March 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Nikhil Parekh

Nikhil Parekh

Dehradun, India
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