Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

written and rewritten an infinite times


Every tangible and intangible portion of my lips; had
solely and nothing else but her compassionately
igniting kisses written and rewritten an infinite
times; all over their sordidly impoverished periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my skin; had
solely and nothing else but her Omnipotently
rekindling caresses written and rewritten an infinite
times; all over its diminutively trembling periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my brain; had
solely and nothing else but her timelessly enthralling
fantasies written and rewritten an infinite times; all
over its pathetically victimized periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my palms; had
solely and nothing else but her majestically
Omnipresent destiny written and rewritten an infinite
times; all over their penuriously staggering
periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my chest; had
solely and nothing else but her indefatigably
unconquerable sensuality written and rewritten an
infinite times; all over its traumatically slavering
periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my veins; had
solely and nothing else but her perpetually
ameliorating camaraderie written and rewritten an
infinite times; all over their deplorably divested
periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my eyes; had
solely and nothing else but her irrefutably candid
reflection written and rewritten an infinite times;
all over their parsimoniously shattered periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my tongue;
had solely and nothing else but her inexhaustibly
bountiful melody written and rewritten an infinite
times; all over its inexplicably devastated periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my neck; had
solely and nothing else but her unendingly
emancipating magnetism written and rewritten an
infinite times; all over its pathetically quavering
periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my chin; had
solely and nothing else but her timelessly delectable
nibbles written and rewritten an infinite times; all
over its drearily subjugated periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my ears; had
solely and nothing else but her perennially
mellifluous sounds written and rewritten an infinite
times; all over their frigidly besmirched periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my shoulders;
had solely and nothing else but her Omnipresently
mitigating philanthropism written and rewritten an
infinite times; all over their infinitesimally
pulverized periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my shadow;
had solely and nothing else but her tantalizingly
ravishing whisper written and rewritten an infinite
times; all over its irascibly fidgeting periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my armpits;
had solely and nothing else but her infallibly
persevering sweat written and rewritten an infinite
times; all over their miserably floundering periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my throat;
had solely and nothing else but her eternally
liberating melody written and rewritten an infinite
times; all over its ethereally parched periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my feet; had
solely and nothing else but her indomitably fathomless
adventure written and rewritten an infinite times; all
over their lugubriously obsolete periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my
conscience; had solely and nothing else but her flames
of unassailably everlasting truth written and
rewritten an infinite times; all over its transiently
extinguishing periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my
impression; had solely and nothing else but her
perpetually insuperable signature written and
rewritten an infinite times; all over its nimbly
fluttering periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my nostrils;
had solely and nothing else but her Omnisciently
ever-pervading breath written and rewritten an
infinite times; all over its fervently tiny periphery,
And every tangible and intangible portion of my heart;
had solely and nothing else but her Immortally
unshakable love written and rewritten an infinite
times; all over its obsessively throbbing periphery. 

Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

Topic(s): poetry


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