An Infinite Lives; An Infinite Deaths (poem) by Nikhil Parekh

An Infinite Lives; An Infinite Deaths
by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet → (All Poetry by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet)
Tuesday, March 15, 2016 Rated "G" by the Author.

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An infinite playgrounds of exuberantly rhapsodic smiles; An infinite coffins of inexplicably aggrieving tears, An infinite gorges of unprecedentedly unceasing ecstasy; An infinite mortuaries of remorsefully decrepit sullenness, An infinite skies of celestially everlasting enchantment; An infinite barren slopes of debasingly slithering and demonic scorpions, An infinite entrenchments of majestically resplendent accolades; An infinite begging bowls of horrendously ghastly impoverishment and threadbare disdain, An infinite temples of unconquerably Omnipotent heavenliness; An infinite cadaverously traumatic spirits; marauding ghoulishly into the impeccable soul, An infinite anecdotes of gorgeously perennial prosperity; An infinite crutches of bizarrely debilitating and acrimoniously disastrous leprosy, An infinite meadows of tantalizingly tingling freshness; An infinite dungeons uxoriously dumped with pugnacious feces and ominously lackluster indolence, An infinite valleys of ingeniously royal inventions; An infinite fecklessly frigid and insipidly sedentary stones; lying crumpled beneath the cacophonically groaning donkey's hide, An infinite roses of invincibly enamoring scent; An infinite whiplashes of unsavorily brutal dereliction and pathetically subjugating politics, An infinite castles bounteously overflowing with iridescently mesmerizing cisterns of gold and jubilant silver; An infinite infinitesimal mosquitoes digging their tentacles harder and harder into treacherously rotting shit, An infinite uninhibitedly fluttering birds impregnably ruling the fathomlessly crystal blue skies; An infinite preposterously diminutive ants; being blown into wisps of ethereal oblivion at the slightest innuendo of wind, An infinite rainbows of profoundly titillating reinvigoration; An infinite prison bars besmirched with vindictively diabolical prejudice and unendingly malicious ennui, An infinite winds of blisteringly indomitable victories; An infinite disparagingly disappearing and profane shadows of merciless betrayal, An infinite oceans of opulently milky pearls; An infinite iconoclastically ragged cobblestones leading to the gallows of unsparing extinction, An infinite venerated cries of the innocuously newborn; An infinite disheveled grey hair; which mightn't sight yet another dawn, An infinite Lions patriotically marching with Kingly ease through the paradise of insuperable truth; An infinite insects being indiscriminately trampled by the advancing foot; for ostensibly no reason or rhyme, An infinite scriptures of pricelessly worshipped literature; An infinite hutments of gratuitously salacious illiteracy; existing fathomless kilometers beneath the poverty line, An infinite fortnights of timelessly blessing sensuousness; An infinite carcasses of ludicrously sordid infertility; inconsolably weeping all the time, An infinite heavens of ingratiatingly astounding proliferation; An infinite Hell's where only torturously cold-blooded barbarism reigned hedonistically supreme, An infinite exotically propitious replenishments; An infinite tumultuously torrid deserts of limitlessly sub-servient thirst, And an infinite unassailably euphoric lives; An infinite despairingly violent and deliriously cruel deaths, Is what every ingredient of my blood ardently wanted to experience; for the spirit of Immortally unshakable and wonderfully mystical; poetry; poetry and Omnipresently magical Love Poetry.