Lighting The Lantern Of My Love

I might have miserably floundered to metamorphose wild roots of bohemian tree; into the astronomical summits of the flamboyantly scintillating mountain,

I might have ludicrously stumbled in my attempts to; scrupulously blend every iota of fathomless sky; with inevitably priceless granules of patriotic soil,

I might have made a pathetic mockery of myself; while incessantly endeavoring to convert the heinously treacherous crocodile; into a celestially fragrant saint,

I might have insanely dithered to illuminate the devastatingly ulterior interiors of the gutter; into a garden of bountifully fragrant and voluptuously everlasting rose,

But I still felt like the most blessed organism on this boundlessly gregarious Universe; as I had triggered the fire of my unassailable love in her impeccable eyes; perpetually bonding with her mind; body and philanthropic spirit; for fathomless more births yet to unveil.
 
I might have staggered like a grotesquely cacophonic clown; while inundating every granule of swelteringly acrimonious desert soil; with fountains of resplendent water,

I might have crumbled more ludicrously than a pack of insipid cards; as I indefatigably endeavored to quell the most diabolically perilous of hurricane; with the wavering harmony in my impoverished voice,

I might have relentlessly hung on the branches of sinister desolation; as I unflinchingly attempted to profoundly rejuvenate; graveyards deluged with a countless corpse,

I might have despicably sung the tunes of worthless nothingness; while irrevocably trying to mélange all religions across the mesmerizing Universe; into the unequivocal religion of humanity,

But I still felt like the most blessed organism on this endlessly ebullient Universe; as I had impregnably become every element of her marvelously enigmatic destiny; perpetually bonding with her mind; body and philanthropic spirit; for fathomless more births yet to unveil.
 
I might have tasted venomously inconspicuous dust; while leaping from the spacecraft bare chested; to frolic like an angel in the realms of unprecedented desire; after hitting the uncouthly obdurate ground,

I might have been pulverized into indolent bits of infinitesimal tomato curry; while brazenly attempting to stop the satanic tornado of lechery; with the unsurpassable resilience lingering in my patriotic stride,

I might have horrendously torched all my fingers into savagely lambasted ash; as I tried to enamoringly sketch the most gorgeously charismatic forms on this planet; on barren landscapes of crinkled paper,

I might have withered into a pool of invidiously ghastly blood; while benevolently trying my best; to revive profusely debilitated orphans; from their graves of bizarrely inexplicable prejudice,

But I still felt like the most blessed organism on this euphorically timeless Universe; as I could miraculously sight her Omnipotent countenance each time I opened my eyes and in deep sleep; alike; perpetually bonding with her mind; body and philanthropic spirit; for fathomless more births yet to unveil.

I might have intransigently failed in every examination of mine; being ruthlessly kicked like a frigidly disgruntled matchstick; on the lanes of remorsefully abhorrent malice,

I might have reduced to a droplet of diminutively indecipherable ice; as I explicitly tried to envisage the contours of magnanimously astounding beauty; in the entrenchment of glimmering mirrors; leaning by the ferocious fireside,

I might have obsoletely reconciled to live with the pertinently slithering worms; after being deplorably ostracized by all conventional norms and philosophies; of the murderously morbid society,

I might have crucified myself on nails of despondently rotting depression; ignominiously castigated and insidiously rebuked by all fraternities of mankind; as I tried to diffuse the waves of uninhibitedly synergistic freedom; in monotonously slaving tribes,

But I still felt like the most blessed organism on this Omnisciently exotic Universe; as I had eternally succeeded in lighting the lantern of my perennial love in the corridors of her immortal heart; perpetually bonding with her mind; body and philanthropic spirit; for fathomless more births yet to unveil.
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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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