Alive As A Ghost

Even though I was in the heart of a crucial business meeting; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her immaculately ravishing eyes; the glow that immortalized their stupendous glory; beyond the corridors of eternity,

Even though I was in the center of the acrimonious battlefield; with arrows and bullets venomously ricocheting from all sides; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her voluptuously smiling lips,

Even though I was eating my meal after a thousand days; desperately trying to rejuvenate my drearily dried intestines; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her celestially tinkling and inscrutable feet,

Even though I was trespassing over a dungeon of hideously lethal reptiles; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except the compassionate warmth which diffused poignantly from her philanthropic palms,

Even though I was being brutally thrashed with barbaric glass; each pore of my skin bleeding towards submission; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her tantalizingly slender neck; which made me insatiably wild,

Even though I was thrown uncouthly from the aircraft; without a parachute strapped on my back; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her charismatically alluring eyelashes,

Even though I was given poison to drink; with each iota of the diabolical liquid treacherously forced into my tiny throat; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except the insurmountable titillation of her majestic belly,

Even though I was scorching miserably; orphaned till times beyond infinity in the midst of the heinously sweltering desert; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her mystically enchanting and incredulously enthralling shadow,

Even though I had a few seconds left before being pulverized by the satanic dinosaur; as his preposterously pernicious form closed upon my chest; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her voluptuously rubicund cheeks,

Even though I was tossed like a matchstick in the sky; after a deadly juggernaut of trucks collided head on with my ribs; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her magnanimously benevolent stride,

Even though I was indiscriminately tyrannized as a slave; lecherously forced to lick the saliva of my master as he vomited pools of it with every sneeze; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her ingratiatingly melodious voice,

Even though I was ripped apart into a countless halves by the savagely speeding tornado; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her tumultuously
rhapsodic freedom; the supreme enchantment in her eyes,

Even though I was whipped with waves of despicable desolation; with all the richness of this planet kicking me like a piece of adulterated shit; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her vivaciously bouncing hair,

Even though I was gruesomely burnt alive; with the conventionally murderous society hurling every ounce of petrol in their dwellings upon my impoverished form; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else except her unbelievably rosy and delectable tongue; the gorgeous cadence that wafted from her voice,

Even though I was sinking to the bottom of the gargantuan ocean; with a fleet of rebellious shark darting at whisker lengths from my body; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her seductively charming adams apple,

Even though I was being absorbed by the island of flagrantly devastating hell; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her exquisitely embellished and artistic fingers,

Even though I was being ruthlessly asphyxiated with threadbare rope; a horde of criminals trying their best to slit every portion of my throat; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except her astoundingly dangling and surreally fantastic
earlobes,

Even though I was staggering on each path of life; licking dust even before I could alight a single foot of mine; I still couldn't fantasize about anything else; except the tumultuously fiery breath that cascaded beautifully from your nostrils,

And even though I had died centuries ago; without a single trace of me or my rudiments now to be found on this boundlessly majestic Universe; I still couldn't
fantasize about anything else except her passionately immortal heartbeats; her immortal love that had kept me ebullient and alive; even as an insipid ghost.
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Nikhil Parekh

Nikhil Parekh , ( born August 27 ; 1977 ) from Ahmedabad , India - is a Love Poet and 10 time National Record holder for his Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India , which is India's Best Book of Records , also Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of World Records . He is an author of - ' LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY ' , which has a Print Length of 5254 pages on the Amazon Kindle . The Poet's style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never ever been written before or experimented on the mortal planet by any mortal . Though his Poetry / literature is normal and natural . 10 Different National Records held by Parekh with the Limca Book of Records India are for - (1) Being the First Indian Poet to be published / featured in McGill English Dictionary of Rhyme which is the World's Number 1 English Rhyming Dictionary - for his poem: Come Lets Embrace our New Religion (2) Being the First Indian Poet to have won Poet of the Year Award at the Canadian Federation of Poets which is Canada's National Poetry Body endorsed by Governor General of Canada (3) Being the First Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth Newsletter for his poem on AIDS which is 'Aids doesn't kill. Your Attitude kills (4) Being the First Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best poetry e-book (5) Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most number of replies from World Leaders and World Organizations (6) Being the First Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to the International Goodwill Treaty for World Peace - GoodwillTreaty.org (7) Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films at Youtube.com - The World's largest video sharing website (8) Being the 1st Indian Poet to be featured for his Poetry Book - 'Love versus Terrorism- Poems on Anti Terror, Peace' , at Wattpad.com - The World's most popular ebook community and largest website for reading books on mobile phones (9) Being the first Indian Poet whose video reciting a Poem on Nelson Mandela , has been placed at the official website of the Government of South Africa (10) Having authored LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY - which is of Print Length 5254 pages and currently has approximately 1.15 million words , financially selling in the Amazon.com Kindle Store United States at - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ . The Indian Poet has written thousands of varied poems on - God , Peace , Love , Anti Terrorism , Friendship , Life , Death , Environment, Wildlife , Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood , Humanity , Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty , Lovers , Brotherhood . His Books and Poems have had millions of viewers and downloads on the Internet . Parekh is an author of 47 varied Books which include - 1 God ( volume 1 to volume 4 ) , The Womb ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , Love Versus Terrorism ( Part 1 to Part 2 ) , You die; I die - Love Poems ( Part 1 to Part 16 ) , Life = Death ( volume 1 to volume 10 ), The Power of Black ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother , Hide and Seek ( part 1 to part 8 ) , Longest Poem written by Nikhil Parekh - Only as Life . These Books comprise of nearly a 7000 pages of his Poetry in their entirety . The Poet's Poetry has had the patronization of several versatile World Leaders including the Queen of England . Visit http://nikhilparekh.net ; the webpage . more…

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