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

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21. FIERY PASSIONATE 

 

The color of the moon was pure white; with its pearly rays illuminating the profoundly ghastly night,

 

The color of the sky was crystalline blue; with its conglomerate of silken clouds playing hide and seek with the sunlight,

 

The color of the lips was rosy pink; with their voluptuous periphery making even the most diabolical of entity succumb to their knees,

 

The color of the night was gruesome black; with its enchantment casting a mystical spell on all animate and inanimate hovering around,

 

The color of gold was glittering yellow; and its glow besieging every eye that sighted it with an immortal longing for impregnable supremacy,

 

The color of the rainbow was vivaciously vivid; with the world staring at it in unfathomable fascination,

 

The color of the deserts was timidly brown; with its colossal expanse of sands absorbing unsuspectingtravelers in its slippery swirl,

 

The color of hair was as dark as the eerie tunnel; with its boundless fibers swishing in waves of enigmatic euphoria,

 

The color of farm chili was parrot green; with its piquant spice fomenting tears to ooze at random from the eyes,

 

The color of blood was handsomely scarlet; with its stains irrefutably refraining to erase once applied,

 

The color of the ocean was royally sapphire; with its ravishing waves striking gleefully against the jagged chain of glistening rocks,

 

The color of the infant was amicably pearly; with its incessant cries making it the unconquerable darling of all who passed by,

 

The color of the savage convict was steel grey; with his eyes burning fire and profuse vindication at being jailed for long years,

 

The color of soil was majestically bronze; with its stupendous layers of fertility blossoming into robust crop; ensuring that mankind never dwindled; never died,

 

The color of the mother was sacredly frosty; sequestering her baby from the most inconspicuous of evil lurking about in this world,

 

The color of the fish was delectably silver; gliding its way tantalizingly through the deep expanse of obscure waters,

 

The color of ice was stringently transparent; with its astounding prowess to cool providing reprieve to millions of adventurers in scorching heat,

 

The color of water was austerely plain; with its sparkling globules pacifying the thirst of fathomless beings every unleashing second of the day,

 

The color of fire was incredulously golden; with its crackling flames imparting unsurpassable warmth to every human shivering on the streets in acerbic winter,

 

The color of the creator was a blend of all colors existing on this earth; the most magnificent shade of them all; silencing everyone his supremely Omnipotent

power and invincible grace,

 

And the color of love was FIERY PASSIONATE; imprisoning every human; imprisoning every breathing organism in the flame of its agony; the cloud of its

incomprehensible desire .