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

33. INFINITE INFINITY 

An island which you incessantly dream of; but miserably failed to reach,

A height which is so unsurpassable; that each step you clamber; still found you on obdurate chunks of rock bottom ground,

A size so astronomically colossal; that is beyond the definitions of any size or veritable proportion,

A tunnel so perpetually unending; that perennial blackness engulfed you even if you took birth relentlessly; for countless centuries,

A land where no palpable organism can dare to transgress upon; a land where only the ALMIGHTY CREATOR resided since centuries immemorial; and would continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land of infinite infinity.

A wave so mammoth; that rose and handsomely swirled even unimaginable kilometers above the vivacious clouds,

A ray so unprecedented; that indefatigably pierced even the most obsolete corner of this Universe with its overwhelmingly stringent light,

A shadow so profoundly mystical; that refrained to subside even after the ghastly blanket of profuse darkness; had wholesomely set in,

A voice so incredulously echoing; that it kept eluding you unrelentingly as it collided like a fulminating tornado against the cold rocks,

A land where no palpable organism can dare to transgress upon; a land where only the Almighty Creator resided since centuries immemorial; and would continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land of infinite infinity.

A book so incomprehensibly long; that you remained on the front page; even after browsing for decades unfathomable,

A painting so enigmatically fascinating; that each time you saw it; it metamorphosed into a myriad of fathomless shades,

A tree so astoundingly gigantic; that kept blossoming and proliferating into innumerable branches; as each second unfurled,

A storm so cyclonic; which continued even after the entire planet had slept; caressing every object on this globe with passionate cloudbursts of breeze,

A land where no palpable organism can dare to transgress upon; a land where only the Almighty Creator resided since centuries immemorial; and would continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land of infinite infinity.

A mountain with its summit augmenting till times beyond eternity; stretching over the most bizarre  point of imagination,

A fantasy tumultuously surpassing the realms of unbelievable perception; incorrigibly refraining to quell even after inevitable death,

A cloud whispering an unending tale of existence; with majestic streaks of white lightening royally encompassing every tangible and intangible entity in the inferno

of its untamed ferocity,

A mission impossible for anyone to comprehend even an inconspicuous fraction of; a challenge which even the mightiest of mighty pathetically floundered to accomplish,

A song which tirelessly continues to inexplicably haunt every living being; right since the first day of nascent life,

A land where no palpable organism can dare to transgress upon; a land where only the Almighty Creator resided since centuries immemorial; and would continue to rule till the time he wanted; was the land of infinite infinity.