Immortally Yours Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Immortally Yours



Unsurpassably yours were these eyes of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring
their very best; to pave a way for you through the most horrendously
asphyxiating of your blackness,

Sensuously yours were these lips of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring their
very best; to trigger an unending gorge of smiles in your tyrannically despairing life,

Compassionately yours were these fingers of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring
their very best; to weave an endless civilization of regally triumphant artistry through every mundanely suffocating moment of yours,

Tantalizingly yours were these eyelashes of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring
their very best; to embellish every drearily dwindling aspect of your existence with inimitably untamed mischief,

Blissfully yours were these shadows of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring their
very best; to beautifully mollify every bit of traumatically scorching agony
in your frazzled soul,

Unflinchingly yours were these shoulders of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring
their very best; to permeate your intermittently deteriorating strength; with the fortitude of blazing existence,

Gregariously yours were these palms of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring their
very best; to cushion your miserably fatigued scalp; whenever it wanted to
eternally rest,

Passionately yours were these bloodstreams of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring their very best; to eternally coalesce your inexplicably quavering spirit with the spirit of unshakably priceless humanity,

Intriguingly yours were these brain cells of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring
their very best; to engender an unlimited ocean of burgeoning innovation in
your haplessly dejected and hopelessly demented stride,

Lusciously yours were these skin pores of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring
their very best; to ignite the rays of unparalleled desire in your persona;
whenever it wanted to deliriously embrace the apocalypses of invidious infertility,

Robustly yours were these cheeks of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring their
very best; to impregnate every disparagingly gloomy instant of your life
with vividly eclectic charm and charismatic color,

Earnestly yours was this signature of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring its
very best; to unassailably stand by you like an unfettered rock; whenever
you felt that your identity was being pulverized to frigidly
inconspicuous ash,

Melodiously yours was this voice of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring its very
best; to resplendently illuminate your every torturously lambasted second;
with the Omnipotent lullaby of symbiotic existence,

Peerlessly yours were these bones of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring their
very best; to perennially sequester your nimbly sensitive form; from even
the most minuscule of atrocious vagary in the chapter of inscrutable life,

Unhesitatingly yours were these feet of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring their very best; to pave a path of gloriously majestic victory for you; when you seemed to have entirely lost direction; neither had the power to stride,

Vivaciously yours was this belly of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring its very
best; to ebulliently arouse you from the very depths of your ghoulish coffin; with its immeasurably seductive rhythm in the royally star-studded night,

Irrefutably yours was this humanity of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring its
very best; to metamorphose even the most diminutive trace of salaciously decrepit treachery in your soul; into a fountain of fragrantly iridescent truth,

Ardently yours was this sweat of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring its very
best; to tirelessly flow and without the tiniest of reproach; while you lazed and stretched your bones till the aisles of eternal eternity,

Fierily yours was this breath of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring its very
best; to perpetuate the mantra of your survival to unrestrictedly blaze; everytime you were circumscribed by the gallows of hypochondriac death,

But Immortally yours O! Mate was this heart of mine; with its beats perpetually loving you; insuperably bonding with you; irrespective of your caste; creed or color; not only for this birth; for an infinite more births till the time the Creator wanted this earth to chime

Wednesday, March 9, 2016
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Nikhil Parekh

Nikhil Parekh

Dehradun, India
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