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Every Time I Took Breath
by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet → (All Poetry by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet)
Wednesday, March 16, 2016    Rated "G" by the Author.
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 I remembered exotically scrumptious food; only when unceremoniously thunderous pangs of hunger reverberated louder than the apocalypses of hell; in my disdainfully impoverished stomach, 

 
I remembered stupendously reinvigorating bath; only when the squalidly distorted pores of my diminutive body; started to exude treacherously horrendous and
grotesquely vituperative dirt, 
 
I remembered perennially golden droplets of rain; only when I felt every miserably beleaguered bone of my body; rotting in the dungeons of sadistically lambasting monotony, 
 
I remembered Omnipotently mellifluous voice; only when my ears felt brutally desolate; entrapped in a mortuary of estranged politics and salaciously pulverizing prejudice, 
 
I remembered unsurpassably titillating seductresses; only when each bizarrely emaciated pore of my skin; intransigently cried to be timelessly caressed; to be
mollified to the most unprecedented limits; in the silken camouflage of the surreptitiously moonlit night, 
 
I remembered compassionately rhapsodic sheepskin and wool; only when mercilessly whipping snow pelting all around me; made me uncontrollably shiver till the very
invisibly last bone of my spine, 
 
I remembered aristocratic mugs foaming with uninhibitedly euphoric beer and wine; only when I'd returned home blazingly triumphant; and in the midst of an everlasting fiesta with my kin and friends, 
 
I remembered vivaciously enthralling kites and gaudy strings; only when the breeze eternally blew in ebulliently gusty currents; and every gruesomely bereaved nerve in my palms rapaciously rared to soar in handsomely pristine sky, 
 
I remembered celestially fragrant sleep; only when the pressure on my drearily fatigued lids; seemed to be more crippling than the maelstroms of disgustingly
penalizing hell, 
 
I remembered convivially never-ending boisterousness; only when ribald corpses of forlorn nothingness; invidiously asphyxiated me beyond the threshold of
horrifically unbearable pain, 
 
 
I remembered ingratiatingly mesmerizing pearls and the best of exquisite jewelry; only when I surrendered myself like a relentlessly yearning bride; on my very first wedding night, 
 
I remembered the most morbidly appalling of invectives; only when someone stared lasciviously at the grace of my divinely invincible mother, 
 
I remembered the most gloriously fructifying moments of my truncated existence; only when I was about to abdicate the very last breath of my life; was about to
inevitably die, 
 
I remembered to endlessly scratch; only when the inconspicuously pernicious battalion of mosquitoes; clandestinely attacked me on my robustly supple flesh, 
 
I remembered to unrelentingly cry; only when my near and dear kin and mates suffered the wrath of this acrimonious planet; whenever pricelessly everlasting
humanity was manipulated like a worthless currency coin, 
 
I remembered to voluptuously whisper; only when the cisterns of sensuousness played hide and seek with my uncontrollably throbbing soul; in the merrily
twinkling curtainspread of the emolliently jubilant midnight, 
 
I remembered to unflinchingly walk; only when the coffins of unemployment and gory meaninglessness; had commenced to indiscriminately squelch my bones after
sucking the last iota of blood from my intricate veins, 
 
I remembered to victoriously breathe; only when the disastrously shrunken jacket of my lungs; was just about to plunge into the gorge of abysmally decrepit extinction, 
 
I remembered to patriotically brandish and blaze; only when the venomously hedonistic enemy camp; ruthlessly molested the Omnipresently sacred soil of my revered motherland, 
 
But I remembered you every time I took breath; I remembered you with even the most non-existent beat of my heart; I remembered you at every step that I
alighted and slept; I remembered you every time my eyes unavoidably flashed themselves; I remembered you every unfurling instant of my life and an infinite
births even after reaching the mists of heaven; O! Perpetual Beloved.

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