The most priceless thing that my mother could ever have bequeathed upon
me; was her unconditional support and compassion; even in my times of
acrimoniously devastating survival,
The most priceless thing that my sister could ever have bequeathed upon me;
was a kaleidoscope of astoundingly intriguing mischief; making me perennially feel that I was that; unscrupulous child once again,
The most priceless thing that my father could ever have bequeathed upon me;
was an unrelenting dynamism to propel forward come what may; blaze more
ferociously than the midday Sun; even in the heart of the perniciously insidious midnight,
The most priceless thing that my grandmother could ever have bequeathed upon me; was a fabulously ingratiating tale of my sparklingly revered ancestors; an unparalleled urge in me to trace back my aboriginal rudiments; till the last breath I that I inhaled,
The most priceless thing that my neighbors could ever have bequeathed upon
me; was an ecstatic spirit of never-dying unity; coalescing every benevolent
step of theirs with my; unflinchingly revolution towards righteousness,
The most priceless thing that my friends could ever have bequeathed upon me;
was an unprecedented ardor to gyrate in mesmerizing boisterousness; shrug
all tensions of the monotonously sweltering day; to wholeheartedly romance
with the winds of the ravishing night,
The most priceless thing that my children could ever have bequeathed upon
me; was profound whirlpools of immaculate newness; that led me to intransigently grope for fascinating enchantment; on every mesmerizing path that I tread,
The most priceless thing that my shadow could ever have bequeathed upon
me; was a cloud of voluptuously titillating excitement; enveloping me in a
whirlwind of seductively princely imagination; for decades unfathomable,
The most priceless thing that my echo could ever have bequeathed upon
me; was a bountifully ringing ebullience; an unassailable magnet of mysticism
that profusely entrenched each of my drearily bedraggled nerves,
The most priceless thing that my pet could ever have bequeathed upon me; was
an irrevocably sacerdotal feeling of timeless faith; a fortress of impregnable solidarity to believe forever; in all philanthropic living kind,
The most priceless thing that my dwelling could ever have bequeathed upon me; was enchantingly blissful support in my times of disastrously stagnating isolation; a synergistically placating vivaciousness; that kept me bereft of all debilitation and murderous disease,
The most priceless thing that my pen could ever have bequeathed upon me; was
ubiquitously enthralling words of candid humanity; an astoundingly amiable
fountain of gregarious relationships; which grew even more formidable in
times of dooming distress,
The most priceless thing that my eyes could ever have bequeathed upon me;
was the marvelous artistry on the canvas of the fathomless Universe; the gloriously Aristocratic beauty hidden in each tranquil particle; of the handsome atmosphere,
The most priceless thing that my ancestors could ever have bequeathed upon me; was such miraculously Omnipotent parents; whose fragrance of stupendously enlightening existence; is what I will always cherish in every diminutive birth of mine,
The most priceless thing that my God could ever have bequeathed upon me; was
an incessant river of boundless creativity; an unsurpassable energy to magically conceive; beyond the intriguingly extraordinary,
The most priceless thing that my conscience could ever have bequeathed upon
me; was the immutably unconquerable sword of divine truth; wholesomely extinguishing the very rudiments; of the chapter called lecherous lies,
The most priceless thing that my breath could ever have bequeathed upon me;
was a tireless ardor to holistically survive; sensuously fantasize beyond the realms of tantalizing paradise; as each puff of ravishing air entered into my famished nostrils,
The most priceless thing that my heart could ever have bequeathed upon me; was a thunderous obsession to chase the innermost voices lingering in my soul; indefatigably resonate in the beats of a majestically melodious existence,
And the most priceless thing that my beloved could ever have bequeathed upon me; was an unending ocean of immortal love; relentlessly teaching me to affably share and desire; relentlessly teaching me to be always helping humanity; and enthusiastically alive .
YOU ARE READING
You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 3
PoetryThis Book which has 50 differently titled Poems , is actually Part 3 of the Book titled - You die; I die - Love Poems ( 1600 pages ) . Poems symbolizing the immortality of love and at times its fickleness. Parekh takes the reader through a paradise...
