Life = Death - Volume 3 - Poems on Life , Death by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

28. HUMAN HEART 

No complications; not even the slightest trace of mystery engulfing it,

No glamour; not even the most minuscule essence of salacious lechery embedded in it,

No discrimination; not even an infinitesimal feeling of racism encompassing it,

No hatred; not even a whisker of deceitful sound emanating from it,

No flattery; not even the tiniest space of sanctimonious thought enveloping it,

No artificiality; not even the most inconspicuous iota of debauchery penetrating it,

No revenge; not even a diminutive particle of vindictive belligerence embodied in it,

No lies; not even the remotest sign of manipulation lingering close to it,

No pompousness; not even the thinnest cloud of formality entrapped in it,

No hostility; not even the most obsolete form of rampant massacre encapsulating it,

No stardom; not even the spurious feeling of worthlessly being something encircling it,

No frigidity; not even the most bizarre sign of perilous old age permeating it,

No infidelity; not even the most ethereal insinuations of betrayal puncturing it,

No makeup; not even the most nascent forms of glitterati hovering around it,

No sadness; not even the most microscopic bits of deplorable gloom circulating around it,

No color; not even the most insipid tinge of haughty design circumventing it,

No cowardice; not even the faintest shadow of fear and retreat entrenching it,

No age; not even the most dreadful dwindling of bones affecting it,

No rest; not even the most thunderous sleep at nightfall ceasing or having any impact on it,

No price; not even the entire wealth amalgamated together in this world able to  purchase it,

Only love, desire, an overwhelmingly stupendous ardor to live; an immortal spirit of nostalgia; was how I would; and am sure all of you would choose to describe the violently palpitating and volatile HUMAN HEART.