All Of Her. Poem by Nikhil Parekh

All Of Her.



What if I had to choose between the two of them; her ravishingly ecstatic eyelashes; or her vivaciously brazen hair; which timelessly blew towards the eternally blissful cosmos?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her seductively redolent lips; or her philanthropically altruistic palms; which tirelessly disseminated the essence of unprejudiced humanity?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her enigmatically enamoring destiny lines; or herintrepidly dancing feet; which tirelessly bustled with the spell-binding chimes of life?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her piquantly discerning nose; or her merrily flapping ears; which were astoundingly sensitive to even the most infinitesimal whisper of sound?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her selflessly symbiotic veins; or her fearlessly indomitable bones; which weathered even the most
sadistically ghastliest of attack?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her indefatigably innovative brain; or her majestically dimpled chin; which timelessly radiated into an unparalleled
gorge of invincible pricelessness?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her unabashedly artistic fingers; or her unconquerably golden perspiration; which limitlessly wafted solely the
fragrance of divine righteousness?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her sensuously inebriating nape; or her jubilantly chattering tongue; which reverberated to an infinite tunes of ebulliently victorious existence?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her voluptuously nubile skin; or her impeccably sparkling teeth; which masticated not even an infidel iota more
than what was profoundly necessary?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her mischievously uninhibited nails; or her unsurpassably enchanting voice; which perennially silenced even the
most hedonistically vindictive of maelstroms?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her unfathomably bewitching footsteps; or her lusciously bewildering lips; which ignited insuperably undying
fires even in the most hopelessly deadened of waters?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her undauntedly philanthropic chest; or her royally peerless blood; which perpetually diffused the religion of unassailable humanity; in every quarter of this fathomless Universe?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her inimitably proliferating virility; or her triumphantly dancing Adams apple; which triggered unlimited rivulets of mysticism; in even the most tyrannically robotic heartlessness?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her wonderfully tantalizing belly; or her compassionately untainted bosom; which altruistically imparted warmth
to every haplessly dying organism?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her victoriously sacrosanct forehead; or her inscrutably tingling shadow; which perpetuated the brain to fathom
beyond the realms of infinite infinity?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her effervescently beaming cheeks; or her impeccably undefeated signature; which unceasingly transcended over every trace of the hedonistically devouring devil?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her daintily silken toes; or her emphatically passionate eyes; which harbored unprecedented empathy in them;
for every tangible echelon of benign living kind?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her magnetically electric spine; or her fierily unbridled breath; which timelessly nourished the fabric of this enchanting Universe; with the unshakable spirit of humanity?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her beautifully ecstatic saliva; or her ardently throbbing heart; which radiated nothing else but the beats of immortal love; to every perceivable cranny of this unending Universe?

Well I would neither choose this nor choose that; overwhelmingly differentiating and giving more importance to one part of her bountifully venerated body over another; instead I would perpetually and unabashedly choose every part of her stupendously
virile form; perpetually choose all of her.

Friday, March 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: victory
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Nikhil Parekh

Nikhil Parekh

Dehradun, India
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