You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 5 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

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8. FOREVER ALIVE

 

It was in the light of the candle; that I found mystical enchantment,

 

It was under the austere rays of Sunlight; that I found my lost ardor to exist,

 

It was in the realms of the gurgling waterfall; that I found heavenly rejuvenation and an everlasting bliss,

 

It was under pearly beams of moonshine; that I found overwhelming threads of voluptuous fantasy,

 

It was in the immortal stillness of the forest; that I found my most intricate of senses,

 

It was with the resurgent winds of autumn; that I found my mesmerizing prowess to sing,

 

It was within the dungeons infinite feet beneath; that I found baffling enigmas striking me at astounding speeds,

 

It was sighting the vivacious peacock; that I found my lost ability to animatedly leap and ecstatically dance,

 

It was in the island of pearls; that I found majestically royal fantasy of the most astronomical decree,

 

It was on the summit of the towering mountain; that I found my valor to audaciously confront evil beings,

 

It was in the tawny cats coat of fur; that I found nostalgic childhood; an insurmountable wave of heavenly mischief,

 

It was in the blanket of perennially green meadows; that I found an insatiable urge to shut my eyes tightly and celestially sleep,

 

It was in the heart of the rhapsodically leaping fire; that I found flames of untamed passion and wild romance,

 

It was in the wisps of satiny clouds; that I found my desire to reside forever in the lap of Almighty lord,

 

It was in the foundation of the mammoth building; that I found Herculean strength; an inevitable invincibility to single handedly take on the entire world,

 

It was riding on the back of a fox; that I found uncanny cunningness; the adroit manipulation to exist in this uncouth world,

 

It was beneath the shell of the tortoise; that I found incomprehensible laziness; a thunderous propensity to rest for several lives,

 

It was in the sacred lap of my mother; that I found that I was always young; without a trace of fatigue in my severely bloodshot eyes,

 

And It was in the arms of my beloved; that I found that I was breathing; I was still living after gruesome death; I was forever exuberant and alive .