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

25. HAND-IN-HAND. 

Neither was there anything above it; not even the most infinitesimally decrepit iota of independently integral standing; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything below it; not even the most ethereally nonchalant iota of exuberantly triumphant space; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more greater than it; not even the most ephemerally lackadaisical iota of unbelievably unconquerable goodness; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more successful than it; not even the most fugitively desolate iota of blazingly majestic victory; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more beautiful than it; not even the most fleetingly obsolete iota of unparalleled sensuous fantasy; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more resplendent than it; not even the most diminutively teeny iota of eternally wafting vivaciousness; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more truthful than it; not even the most fecklessly wastrel iota of perpetually Omnipotent sagaciousness; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more powerful than it; not even the most inanely dwindling iota of ubiquitously insuperable unity; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more special than it; not even the most obliviously apathetic iota of unassailably priceless optimism; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more Omnipresent than it; not even the most abstemiously fading iota of indefatigably unassailable freshness; could dare

dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more artistic than it; not even the most frigidly

decaying iota of unsurpassably intricate versatility; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more romantic than it; not even the most parsimoniously disappearing iota of fantastically seductive enthrallment; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more vivid than it; not even the most eccentrically transient iota of iridescently mesmerizing newness; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more spectacular than it; not even the most diminishingly disheveled iota of panoramically infallible paradise; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more virile than it; not even the most inconspicuously non-existent iota of eternally unstoppable procreation; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more tantalizing than it; not even the most languishingly indolent iota of inimitably uncontrollable excitement; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more vociferous than it; not even the most remotely collapsing iota of ecstatically effervescent voice; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more timeless than it; not even the most stingily Spartan iota of perpetually proliferating energy; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more optimistic than it; not even the most sleazily slouching iota of blazingly unfettered enlightenment; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more Omniscient than it; not even the most uncannily trembling iota of beautifully enamoring destiny; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more compassionate than it; not even the most

negligibly  tethering iota of pricelessly uniting friendship; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more unconquerable than it; not even the most

disdainfully flailing iota of limitlessly Herculean strength; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more symbiotic than it; not even the most creepily tiny iota of eternally fructifying bliss; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more self-sustaining than it; not even the most lividly subjugated iota of existence; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything more Immortal than it; not even the most miserably obfuscated iota of perpetually bestowing love; could dare dream come near it,

Neither was there anything beyond it; not even the most irascibly infidel iota of unendingly spawning infinite infinity; could dare dream come near it,

Because whatever was; is and will ever be there on the trajectory of this fathomless Universe; is all in it; is all heavenly blended with each of its synergistically blossoming ingredients; is all hand-in-hand with it; is every divinely unfurling instant of  majestically Immortal and ever-pervading undefeated Life.