I Wanted To Breathe, Sleep, Live With Your Name (poem) by Nikhil Parekh

I Wanted To Breathe, Sleep, Live With Your Name
by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet → (All Poetry by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet)
Thursday, March 17, 2016 Rated "G" by the Author.

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I wanted to breathe your name each time I exhaled out air; impregnating the atmosphere with your mystical fragrance, Facilitating your entity to settle; occupying all quarters of my cloistered room. I wanted to sight your name each time I opened my eyes; granting it a status of being blissfully omnipresent, Making me thoroughly oblivious to the tyranny of the world; the ghastly incidences unleashing themselves on the crowded street. I wanted to hear your name each time sound drifted into my ears; transforming all other noise into your splendor, Making your voice my song for the brilliant morning as well as my rhyme for the freezing night. I wanted to recite your name each time I opened my lips; circumventing my face with an inevitable smile, Imparting rubicund color to the corners of my cheek; and an enchanting glow to the fortress of my teeth. I wanted to imprison your name each time I clenched my fists; keeping it forever locked in my embrace, Shielding it wholesomely from nefarious looks of the world; the lechery of savage souls existing on this globe. I wanted to digest your name each time I consumed food; enabling me to keep you in proximity with my intestines, Eventually becoming an indispensable constituent part of my blood; circulating rambunctiously through my veins. I wanted to envisage your name each time I felt like dreaming; profoundly incorporating my mind with your mesmerizing images, Catapulting me to unprecedented territories of paradise; the very instant I wanted too. I wanted to incarcerate your name on my tongue each time I felt thirsty; to satiate the burning chords bouncing in my throat, Celestially pacifying my desires; leading me to holistic pathways of spiritual healing. I wanted to write your name in grandiloquent bold letters each time my fingers itched to move; accentuating it profoundly on bonded paper, Portraying the enlightening effect that it has; when sighted in embossed script. And I wanted to remember your name with the first beams of evanescent dawn; and the last minute before shutting my eyes, Blessing me with loads of courage to fight the acerbic day; sleep as unperturbed as god in the ominous night.