Life = Death - Volume 9 - Poems on Life , Death by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

4. NO GAPS 

The gap between the brilliantly extreme “ North Pole” and supremely celestial “South Pole:” was infinite; yet you weren’t  perturbed even an infinitesimally ethereal iota,

The gap between blistering Sunlit “ East” and desolately whimpering “ West ”

was infinite; yet you weren’t disoriented even a clammily squelched iota,

The gap between the enigmatically enchanting “ Nature ”and disdainfully monotonous “ Concrete Building” was infinite; yet you weren’t hassled even

an inconspicuously parsimonious iota,

The gap between the fathomlessly iridescent “Sky” and frantically bombarded

“Land ” was infinite; yet you weren’t bothered even an ephemerally shrinking

iota,

The gap between the nostalgically tempestuous “ Past ” and pragmatically placating

“ Present ” was infinite; yet you weren’t perpetuated even an fugitively frigid iota,

The gap between irrefutably unassailable “ Truth ” and derogatorily cold-blooded

“ Lies ”was infinite; yet you weren’t pierced even a fleetingly diminutive iota,

The gap between beautifully blessing “ Humanity ” and hedonistically treacherous “ Insanity ” was infinite; yet you weren’t moved even an fecklessly evanescent iota,

The gap between diabolically pulverizing “ Crime” and unsurpassably bountiful

“ Motherhood ” was infinite; yet you weren’t permeated even a nonchalantly disappearing iota,

The gap between punctiliously sagacious “ Logic” and deliriously decrepit

“Rampancy” was infinite; yet you weren’t touched even a diminutively insolvent iota,

The gap between ubiquitously enamoring “ Honesty ” and despondently barbarous

“ Politics” was infinite; yet you weren’t affected even a worthlessly floating iota,

The gap between ebulliently exhilarating “ Freedom” and disastrously dilapidated

“ Incarceration ” was infinite; yet you weren’t troubled even a ludicrously obsolete iota,

The gap between compassionately tantalizing “ Sweetness” and venomously ballistic “ Retribution ”was infinite; yet you weren’t distraught even a mercurially fading iota,

The gap between perennially fructifying “ Rain” and devastatingly truculent

“ Drought” was infinite; yet you weren’t vexed even a baselessly inane iota,

The gap between beautifully blessing “ Paradise” and the malevolently cannibalistic

“ Parasite” was infinite; yet you weren’t disturbed a threadbarely nonexistent iota,

The gap between the lecherously victimized “ Gutter” and the majestically insuperable steps of “ Heaven” was infinite; yet you weren’t dwindled even

an invisibly infidel iota,

The gap between heartlessly sermonizing “War” and eternally resplendent  “Childhood” was infinite; yet you weren’t shaken even a meagerly fractional

iota,

The gap between deplorably decaying “ Illiteracy” and prosperously burgeoning

“ Kinsmanship” was infinite; yet you weren’t pierced even a stingily corrugated iota,

The gap between brutally decimating “ Anarchy” and uninhibitedly priceless

“ Artistry ” was infinite; yet you weren’t whiplashed even a mundanely measly iota,

The gap between the impregnably priceless “ Innocence” and bombastically prejudiced “ Manipulation” was infinite; yet you weren’t frazzled even a incoherently diminishing iota,

And paradoxically to the above the gap between immortally heavenly “Life”

and inevitably destined “ Death” was just a single breath; yet you dreadfully bemoaned about that moment; uncontrollably trembled at its very thought even before you devoured your first morsel of food on this fathomless planet; even before you emitted your very first cry.