Without You O! Beloved Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Without you; the most tantalizing morsels of robustly sparkling food; seemed to me worse than threadbare chunks of inconspicuously insipid stone; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to wholeheartedly eat,

Without you; the most opulently woven clothes; seemed to me worse than dead leaves loitering invidiously on the morbid corpses; as I relinquished even the tiniest
of desire; to fabulously dress,

Without you; the most grandiloquent of embellished castles; seemed to me worse than miserably dwindling mosquitoes; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to compassionately exist,

Without you; the most rhapsodically crimson clouds; seemed to me worse than pathetically sweltering deserts; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to exuberantly gallop,

Without you; the most ravishingly enchanting crystalline streams; seemed to me worse than uncouthly clattering stones; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to ebulliently bathe,

Without you; the most stupendously ecstatic aircrafts; seemed to me worse than a languid ocean of remorsefully sulking tortoise; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to euphorically fly,

Without you; the most vivaciously resplendent rainbows; seemed to me worse than ludicrously pathetic wisps of distantly disappearing oblivion; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to majestically sight,

Without you; the most enchantingly spell binding literature; seemed to me worse than a rotten tomato being squelched to a ghastly death; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to poignantly read,

Without you; the most wonderfully dancing fairies; seemed to me worse than a dilapidated trench of rotten cowdung plaster; as I relinquished even the tiniest of
desire; to profoundly admire,

Without you; the most passionately thunderous thunderbolts of lightening; seemed to me worse than inconspicuously soggy matchsticks deteriorating on obdurately cold ground; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to perspicaciously discern sound,

Without you; the most overwhelmingly fragrant roses; seemed to me worse than garbage spewed out abundantly from the gory gutters; as I relinquished even the
tiniest of desire; to artistically inhale,

Without you; the most divinely tufts of astonishingly warm wool; seemed to me worse than infinitesimal specks of disastrously shivering ice; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to gregariously relish,

Without you; the most impeccably gallivanting and boisterous children; seemed to me worse than despondently crestfallen chunks of worthless soil; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to uninhibitedly embrace,

Without you; the most handsomely flaming rays of the glorious Sun; seemed to me worse than a capriciously frigid whisker dipped in ridiculous boredom; as I
relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to royally enlighten,

Without you; the most unfathomably overflowing treasuries of glittering gold; seemed to me worse than disdainfully lackluster chalk; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to bountifully posses,

Without you; the most charismatically voluptuous smiles; seemed to me worse than an unimaginably morbid well of deplorable tears; as I relinquished even the
tiniest of desire; to uncontrollably laugh,

Without you; the most mystically ardent forests; seemed to me worse than manipulatively monotonous offices inundated with blood sucking tycoons; as I
relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to ecstatically dream,

Without you; the most fervently cascading and perennial breaths; seemed to me worse than a boundlessly shattered carcass of bones decaying since centuries immemorial beneath soil; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to irrefutably belong,

Without you; the most immortally passionate heartbeats; seemed to me worse than meaningless feathers of spuriously fading fascination; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to unequivocally love,

And without you O! Beloved; the most invincible chapters of vibrant life; seemed to me worse than a countless gruesome deaths; as I relinquished even the tiniest of desire; to blissfully live.