You Die; I Die - Part 1 - 50 Poems for Soul Stirring Love by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

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47. BUT STILL LOVING YOU AND ONLY YOU

 

Strip all the inimitably bountiful melody from my voice; heartlessly leaving me to wander; through the aimless streets of cacophonic incongruity and thwarted obstreperousness,

 

Strip all the immaculately enriched artistry from my fingers; uncouthly leaving me to claw my way; through a robotic matchbox of maniacally manipulative and corporate darkness,

 

Strip all the spirit to philanthropically hoist from my shoulders; diabolically leaving me without a singleton mission on this earth; and shirking further and further away from the fabric of miraculous humanity,

 

Strip all the unfathomably passionate yearning from my eyes; parasitically leaving me in a dungeon of vindictive blackness; where all I could sight were the ghosts of monotonous give and take,

 

Strip all the undaunted compassionate from my chest; sinfully leaving me in a slush-pile of pathetically lame meaninglessness; wildly groping in every conceivable direction for the warmth of fresh creation,

 

Strip all the exultating rhythm of adventure from my feet; disastrously leaving me to follow the same treacherous route to shame; every monstrous day and viciously marauding night,

 

Strip all the insuperable temerity from my teeth; hopelessly leaving me to wantonly suck every ounce of benign achievement; from every fathomable bosom that I encountered my way on the trajectory of soil,

 

Strip all the victoriously bedazzling romance from my skin; morbidly leaving me in a coffin of hateful lamentation; with even the most sensuously hilted knives floundering to have the tiniest effect on my soul,

 

Strip all the ubiquitously enthralling fantasy from my brain; grievously leaving me to squander an infinite miles; under the treacherously acrimonious rays of the afternoon Sun; and crippling sinking sand beneath my feet,

 

Strip all the zealous tenacity from my bones; abysmally leaving me to fret and ludicrously regret; tossing like an impotent idiot as the hideous devil massacred and violently rampaged through my motherland,

 

Strip all the untamed ardor from my sweat; preposterously leaving me like the ultimate beggar of my time; unrelentingly staggering on obdurate ground; without the most infinitesimal wings of desire,

 

Strip all the unparalleled sensitivity from my spine; abjectly leaving me to squeak till death; in the gutters of fetid moroseness and deliriously beheading practicality,

 

Strip all the spell-binding humanitarian valor from my blood; wretchedly leaving me to solely sight my reflection in mud; seek solace in the utmost hell's of obscurity; far from the most invisible cry of eternal living kind,

 

Strip all the burgeoning virility from my loins; mercilessly leaving me in victimizing morasses of incarceration; unable to blissfully emboss even a footprint of mine on earth; even after an infinite births and deaths,

 

Strip all the enlivening rhapsody from my lips; agonizingly leaving me to squabble and sob; even as the most unassailable epitomes of success and happiness; profusely kissed my doorstep,

 

Strip all the unshakably divine truth from my conscience; unsparingly leaving me to confront each instant of passing life; abominably entangled in a jailhouse of blood-stained chicanery and thorns,

 

Strip all the unconquerable fieriness from my breath; banefully leaving me to unceasingly gape amongst lividly infertile patches of sky; with the true elixir of my existence evaporating; even before it could be born,

 

Strip all the perpetually passionate ardor of my heart; cursedly leaving me in the graveyards of baselessly penalizing war; where the only diet that existed day and night; was that of symbiotic blood and human breath,

 

And you'll eventually get my body-- living the life of a gruesomely

dead corpse; but still loving you and only you O! heavenly beloved;

and with an intensity which was an infinite times even greater; than

when I was naturally and perfectly alive .