Life = Death - Volume 5 - Poems on Life , Death by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

4. LIFE AND DEATH 

As much enchantingly resplendent was the fabric of; perennially blossoming life,

Insidiously penalizing and inexplicably frustrating; were the pathetically dwindling chapters of disastrously gory death.

As much blissfully proliferating was the garden of; vivaciously Omnipotent life,

Horrifically crucifying and despicably stagnating; were the coffin nails of

remorsefully fretting death.

As much irrefutably truthful was the wind of; exhilaratingly ebullient life,

Dolorously manipulative and abhorrently lecherous; were the flagrantly foul

gutters of ruthlessly asphyxiating death.

As much patriotically sparkling was the complexion of; vibrantly bountiful life,

Salaciously impeding and vehemently whipping; were the stinking graveyards of

indescribably orphaned death.

As much refreshingly appetizing was the gorge of; astoundingly mesmerizing life,

Lethally lambasting and forlornly decaying; were the satanic gallows of invidiously stifling death.

As much tantalizingly silken was the mist of; enchantingly triumphant life,

Cold-bloodedly massacring and vindictively venomous; were the lackluster corpses

of ghastily sullen death.

As much exotically enticing was the meadow of; vibrantly titillating life,

Gruesomely parasitic and tyrannically torturous; were the mortifying gutters

of despicably abominable death.

As much poignantly perpetual was the bond of; fascinatingly blissful life,

Lecherously lashing and diabolically pulverizing; were the cacophonic skeletons

of grotesquely savage death.

As much celestially placating was the reverie of; gorgeously marvellous life,

Blatantly corrupt and meaninglessly ungainly; were the hopeless dungeons

of disparagingly derogatory death.

As much ravishingly sensuous was the heaven of; scintillatingly Omniscient life,

Ghoulishly indiscriminate and traumatically hideous; were the nonchalant worms

of bizarrely rotten death.

As much innocuously sacred was the cradle of; bountifully proliferating life,

Ominously crippling and preposterously dastardly; were the lackadaisically disappearing shadows of obsoletely jinxed death.

As much timelessly compassionate was the path of; victoriously blazing life,

Licentiously withering and regretfully castigating; were the heinously endless curses

of drearily dolorous death.

As much regally ubiquitous was the essence of; Omnipresently magnetic life,

Baselessly stunted and horrifically wailing; were the pernicious maelstroms of sordidly demonic death.

As much flamboyantly glittering was the cistern of; vividly eclectic life,

Worthlessly lazing and sardonically stunted; were the prejudiced whiplashes

of criminally castrating death.

As much beautifully harmonious was the tonic of; Omnipotently bestowing life,

Hatefully hunchbacked and ambiguously stinging; were the hypocrite stones

of disdainfully ostracizing death.

As much holistically eternal was the rainbow of; everlastingly blissful life,

Truculently sucking and maliciously distorted; were the sinister tunes of mercilessly snapping death.

As much graciously charismatic was the wall of; unshakably patriotic life,

Insanely bereaved and uxoriously fiendish; were the prurient rides of idiosyncratically feckless death.

As much marvellously bequeathing was the cloudburst of; unconquerably untamed life,

Irately impudent and obnoxiously sultry; were the rebuking waves of agonizingly suffocating death.

As much wonderfully fragrant was the jacket of; unassailably glorious life,

Inconspicuously snobbish and punitively parsimonious; were the bellicose voices

of vengefully woeful death.

As much supremely humanitarian was the armor of; perpetually affable life,

Shiveringly morbid and abusively mercurial; were the ungainly tunes of devastatingly disintegrating death.

As much unsurpassably enthralling was the fortress of; unflinchingly intrepid life,

Ludicrously cowardly and treacherously hollow; were the ignominious potholes of pugnaciously threadbare death.

As much invaluably Godly was the whistle of; never-endingly augmenting life,

Haplessly destitute and unfathomably maimed; were the evil arms of relentlessly weeping death.

And as much fervently passionately was the beat of; immortally resplendent life,

Brutally snatching and weirdly disfigured; were the barbarically blood-coated alphabets of unforgivably condemning death.