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

21. NEWNESS 

Be it in the very first rays of ethereally magnificent dawn; enlightening every cranny of despairingly flagrant blackness with unfathomably unceasing majesty,

Be it in the nimble squeaking of the freshly born infant; profoundly enrapturing monotonously usurped existence; with an unprecedented power to forever survive,

Be it in the transiently hood-winking beams of the vivaciously uninhibited rainbow; casting their magic on every fretfully beleaguered bone; till times beyond infinite infinity,

Be it in the pristinely nascent shoots sprouting from the corrugated branches of the tree; delightfully swaying in insatiable ecstasy with the virile currents of summer wind,

Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what tingled

every aspect of my existence till even beyond the realms of eternal paradise; O! Yes Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.

1.

Be it in the unrestrictedly artistic lines scrawled on barren canvas; embellishing the chapter of mundanely manipulative survival today; with unceasingly copious rivers of color and vibrant charm,

Be it in the infantile trickle of water dribbling painstakingly from the scorched rocks; bounteously perpetuating the sweltering atmosphere around with unbelievably  rhapsodic exhilaration,

Be it in the faintly rupturing of the outlines of the immaculate egg; blissfully announcing the arrival of unparalleled exuberance; in a world of otherwise preposterously shriveled decay,

Be it in the premature formation of pearly white mists in the sky; triggering a ray of tantalizingly unsurpassable hope in one and all alike on bereaved earth; that sensuous rain was soon about to fall, 

Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what made me feel the most pricelessly insuperable organism alive; O! Yes Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.

2.

Be it in the sporadic bouts of laughter of the ebulliently innocuous child; making  truculently agonized heart’s all across this boundless Universe; melt and frolic into the meadows of effulgent childhood,

Be it in the incoherently optimistic quacking of the fledgling swans; trying to timelessly disseminate the message of egalitarian peace towards endless sky and

emollient earth; wonderfully alike,

Be it in the inconspicuously sensitive dewdrop on the blade of ravenously enthralling grass; radiating into a beam of perpetually golden righteousness; with the first rays of the Sun,

Be it in the intrepidly adventurous wave disappearing wholesomely into the horizons and deep sea; permeating even bit of the gruesomely bedraggled ambience around

with celestially tangy happiness, 

Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what

unconquerably fuelled every ingredient of my blood to pump life; O! Yes Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.

3.

Be it in the singular star that regally twinkled in the grotestquely cloudy and foggily obfuscated night; granting glorious reprieve from a countless inadvertently committed sins,

Be it in the match-boxed minuscule hutment barren without any quintessential amenity of life; yet with a roof so compassionate; that it sequestered you from

the most devastating of storm and rain,

Be it in the inarticulately indefatigable buzzing of the bumble bee; spawning into cisterns of invaluably harmonious nectar; a sweetness which no power on this

turgid earth could ever transcend or destroy,

Be it in the whisper of the fugitively nubile maiden; engendering every pore on the satanically lambasted skin to excitedly stand; even as she extinguished into

a valley of nothingness; sooner than she had arrived,

Be it in the infinitesimally silken beat of the heart; which arose towards the cosmos for just an instant; but united the entire estranged Universe in chords of immortal love; before it veritably died, 

Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what

propelled me to procreate countless more of my very  own humanitarian kind; O! Yes Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.