You die; I die - Part 1 - 50 Poems for soul stirring Love
it dared to linger near your persona,
Trust me; and I’ll ignite untamed cloudbursts of desire in your pathetically dreary existence; enrich each of your dreadfully frightening nightmares; with
optimistic rays of light,
Trust me; and I’ll pacify each of your demands with every ingredient compassionately inhabiting my scarlet blood; weeping a countless deaths but never letting you cry,
Trust me; and I’ll sequester you from the most mightiest storm and rain; incessantly walking on a blanket of acrimonious thorns; while you danced in realms of misty sky,
Trust me; and I’ll flood your every morning with the heavenly aroma of ebullient happiness; preparing for you the most ravishing meals of your choice,
Trust me; and I’ll metamorphose each step you tread on into a mesmerizing cloud of tantalizing satin; becoming your emphatically poignant voice; whenever
you felt like collapsing on the ground,
Trust me; and I’ll save you from the clutches of the manipulatively drudged society; liberate you from the inscrutably crippling repertoire of your fearful apprehensions,
Trust me; and I’ll construct a castle for you on every space you cast your impeccable sight; embellish your queenly countenance with the most majestic jewels; strewn on this boundless planet,
Trust me; and I’ll perpetually become your beam of unconquerable hope; everytime you felt you were inevitably stepping into a land of; hopelessly debilitating darkness,
Trust me; and I’ll solve the most astoundingly baffling enigmas of your life; perennially see to it that you bounced and blossomed into bountiful radiance; and insatiably enamoring charm,
Trust me; and I’ll wash all your inadvertently sins with every element of goodness levitating in atmosphere; make you intransigently float in the ocean of seductively gorgeous fantasy,
Trust me; and I’ll transform each of your philanthropic aspirations into a veritable reality; maneuvering you safely towards unprecedented richness; even after I relinquished my last breath and died,
Trust me O! Beloved; and I’ll find you the ultimate love of your splendidly divine life; even though it forever meant; ruthlessly eliminating mine .
14 . LOVE STORY .
It was a story of untamed passion; which escalated higher than the skies; as they kissed each other till eternity; with the Sun descending down the obsolete
horizons,
It was a story of astounding enthrallment; as they stared relentlessly at each other; for centuries immemorial,
It was a story of wonderfully surreptitious flirtation; as they gallivanted in brazen exhilaration behind the misty hills,
It was a story that profoundly tantalized even the most dreariest of leaves; as they enveloped their bodies in whirlpools of seductive caress,
It was a story of immaculate innocence; as they blossomed into merrily tinkling laughter; stupendously intrigued as the tiniest of petals bloomed into happiness,
It was a story that captivated even the most uncouthly manipulative in its divine swirl; as they unrelentingly fantasized in a mystical entrenchment of their own,
It was a story of ravishing titillation; as they gyrated their compassionate bodies; cataclysmically under the radiantly shimmering moon,
It was a story of unparalleled enigma; as they wandered inscrutably through the dense forests; their shadows evading the satanic world outside; like the voluptuously rustling tree leaves,
It was a story of benevolent sharing; as they stood unflinchingly like an invincible rock; in times of distress and supreme joy; alike,
It was a story of insatiable dreaming; as they wandered in the land of gloriously golden paradise; profusely teasing the grass blades with their mischievous toes; as they walked,
It was a story of irrefutable triumph; as they perpetually coalesced their spirits as one; defying the acrimoniously lecherous society,
It was a story of inexorably euphoric melody; as they let their voices drift ecstatically; into handsome cocoons of free sky,
It was a story of astronomical faith in the divine; as they endeavored their best to alleviate shivering humanity; wholeheartedly embracing their fellow comrades in pain,
It was a story of profound companionship; as they uninhibitedly laughed and cried together; emphatically expressing their most inner most feelings of existence,
It was a story of spell binding faith; as they wholesomely massacred even the most inconspicuous element of evil; trying to venomously perpetuate into their blissfully charming relationship,
It was a story that diffused respect for all philanthropic; as they gorgeously blended their impeccable souls; with all those benign marching in this world,
It was a story of inexplicably evoking vacillations; as they emerged undefeated; wading through a sea of unfathomable adversities; that viciously attacked them
from all sides,
It was a story that sprung into a perennially new beginning every time you thought that it had ended; as they took birth an infinite times; to live for one another; once again,
Most importantly; it was a story that bonded two throbbing hearts in an aura of Omnipotent love; it was a story of their gloriously sacrosanct passion that caused even the mightiest in the heavens to bow down at their feet; it was their IMMORTAL LOVE STORY .
15. OCEANS OF LOVE.
A handful of salt to impregnate flavor in my lackadaisical food; relish the most tantalizingly exotic meal of my life; for centuries immemorial,
A handful of smiles to enlighten the trajectory of my derogatorily sullen lips; punctuate my lugubriously dreary entrenchment of solitude; with triumphantly
ebullient cheer,
A handful of empathy to marvelously pacify my treacherously disheveled eyes; inundate their regretfully stony whites with unfathomable charisma and voluptuous charm,
A handful of muscle to stupendously refurbish my flailing arms; grant them the sparkling tenacity to exuberantly surge forward with profound gusto of life,
A handful of pristine water to gorgeously placate my traumatically agonizing throat; bountifully replenish even the most infinitesimal of my senses with the most
ingratiating gift of God,
A handful of flirtation to mischievously titillate my monotonously beleaguered soul; handsomely mitigate me of my apprehensions in the chapter of monotonously
uncouth life,
A handful of blood to astoundingly rejuvenate my pathetically diminishing nerves; trigger even the most lividly devastated arenas of my visage; on a voyage of
poignantly crimson fire,
A handful of cloth to fantastically embellish my disastrously shriveled body; beautifully instill a wave of amiable compassion in each of my devastatingly
debilitating senses,
A handful of fragrance to divinely mesmerize my penuriously staggering countenance; metamorphose me forever and ever and ever into a cloud of mystically ravishing paradise,
A handful of inebriation to magnificently tranquilize my preposterously rambunctious voice; blend my disdainfully wavering spirit with the rhythmic
pulsations of the divine,
A handful of resilience to add boundless sparks to my abominably defeated stride; majestically instilling in me the ability to confront the most horrendously
acrimonious of impediments that came my side,
A handful of mascara to vibrantly illuminate my dismally drooping eyelashes; perpetuating me to erupt into an unrelenting festoon of fantasy and spell
bindingly gracious rhyme,
A handful of truth to irrefutably bless my salaciously pulverized conscience; Omnisciently flood its woefully fretting and stagnating dormitories with the mantra of symbiotic existence,
A handful of artistry to regally stimulate each deliberately indolent nerve of my nimble demeanor; deluge the fathomlessly barren canvas of my life; with
the profusely fascinating essence of blissful existence,
A han
dful of playfulness to celestially unfurl my ruthlessly mature and tyrannical senses; unbelievably bring out the princely child ardently clinging to each
element of my passionate countenance,
A handful of river for me to royally bathe off the remorseful disease from my lambasted skin; perennially reinvigorate the manipulatively besieged conglomerate
of my bones to coalesce with the rudiments of my sacred existence,
A handful of sensuousness to miraculously engulf each cranny of my vengeful brain; with an unsurpassable reservoir of enthrallingly euphoric and vivacious
fantasy,
A handful of breath to Omnipotently enshroud my forlornly extinguishing nostrils; invincibly bestow my lungs with the charismatically ecstatic chapters of undefeated life,
But unfathomable oceans of love to Omnipresently liberate my heart; perpetually bond its beats with the winds of procreation; togetherness; mankind; pricelessly immortalizing the meaning of my impoverished life .
16. FROM THE TOOTHBRUSH OF.
Bristles of pathetically nonchalant lacklusterness; insidiously disseminated
from the toothbrush of invidiously ghoulish boredom,
Bristles of morbidly lackadaisical remorsefulness; abhorrently diffused from
the toothbrush of desolately forlorn decay and stagnation,
Bristles of spell bindingly ravishing enchantment; bountifully emanated from
the toothbrush of unsurpassably overwhelming beauty,
Bristles of abominably despicable salaciousness; gruesomely wafted from the
toothbrush of diabolically lecherous manipulation,
Bristles of indiscriminately unending bloodshed; gorily sprouted from the
toothbrush of spuriously non-existent and uncouthly biased racialism,
Bristles of ubiquitously enamoring fascination; exotically flowered from the
toothbrush of the resplendently intoxicating and gracious night,
Bristles of unconquerably unparalleled optimism; irrefutably blazed from the
toothbrush of the Omnipotently flamboyant and golden Sun,
Bristles of insatiably supreme majesty; poignantly bloomed from the toothbrush of uninhibitedly regale and timeless benevolence,
Bristles of indefatigably fathomless ecstasy; stupendously cropped up from
the toothbrush of vibrantly tantalizing and melanging compassion,
Bristles of jubilantly sensuous wholeheartedness; incredulously sprang up from the toothbrush of philanthropically embellished and triumphantly scintillating humanity,
Bristles of intrepidly exhilarating fearlessness; sparklingly bounced from the toothbrush of irrevocably unshakable and altruistic patriotism,
Bristles of seductively enthralling and rhapsodic fantasy; ebulliently fulminated from the toothbrush of tantalizingly reinvigorating paradise,
Bristles of insanely preposterous melancholia; savagely diffused from the
toothbrush of heinously treacherous and ominously disparaging crime,
Bristles of horrendously inclement despair; coldbloodedly culminated
from the toothbrush of lugubriously slithering discontentment,
Bristles of barbarically penalizing and dreary stress; perilously oozed from the toothbrush of bizarrely besieging and satanically crippling monotony,
Bristles of disastrously impoverished and measly stink; perniciously blasted
from the toothbrush of hideously dictatorial and viciously adulterated politics,
Bristles of unbelievably debilitating and orphaned poverty; miserably dispersed from the toothbrush of ignominiously castigating and pugnacious prejudice,
Bristles of perpetually everlasting prosperity and happiness; incessantly luminated from the toothbrush of celestially ever-pervading life,
Bristles of Omnisciently sacred enlightenment; marvelously radiated from the
toothbrush of eternally unassailable and regally glorious truth,
And Bristles of immortally sacrosanct and unconquerable love; timelessly
spawned from the toothbrush of resplendently throbbing and passionately
philanthropic heart .
17. VICTORY WAS FOREVER MINE.
Even the most disastrously crippled states of my persona; had in them
an overwhelming scent of irrefutably sparkling and mesmerizing victory,
Even the most disdainfully beleaguered and despairingly blood shot eyes of
mine; had in them an incorrigible flavor of unconquerably fascinating and
indefatigably everlasting victory,
Even the most horrendously grotesque contours of my lambasted face; had in
them a fathomless rainbow of vivaciously enchanting and spell bindingly blazing victory,
Even the most disparagingly staggering stride of mine; had in it an unsurpassable entrenchment of patriotically unshakable and scintillating victory,
Even the most diminutively tyrannized of voices that emanated from my throat; had in them a bountiful cloud of unbelievably supreme and blistering victory,
Even the most swelteringly unrelenting sweat that poured incessantly from my
armpits; had in it an unfathomable garden of beautifully resplendent and
harmonious victory,
Even the most despicably bleeding and gruesomely disintegrated nerves of mine; had in them an unsurpassable path of flamboyantly charismatic and ever-pervading victory,
Even the most treacherously mutilated and severed lips of mine; had in them
a celestial paradise of stupendously smiling and enchanting victory,
Even the most drearily wavering shadows of mine; had in them an Omnipotent
Sun of impregnably gratifying and majestic victory,
Even the most abominably shrunken and whipped teeth of mine; had in them a
tenacious fortress of philanthropically benign and indisputable victory,
Even the most rustically bohemian and sordidly chapped feet of mine; had in
them a flaming inferno of boundless glittering and timeless victory,
Even the most wretchedly torn and wholesomely threadbare pockets of mine;
had in them an unassailable carpet of fabulously silken and priceless victory,
Even the most preposterously shaggy and insanely thrashed hair of mine;
had in them an jubilant castle of euphorically gorgeous and ingratiating
victory,
Even the most rickety decaying and pulverized bones of mine; had in them a
perennial cloudburst of blissfully reinvigorating and timeless victory,
Even the most traumatically besieged brain chords of mine; had in them a
perpetual heaven of regally symbiotic and sensuously overpowering victory,
Even the most rambunctiously unruly and debilitating musings of mine; had in
them a ubiquitous sky of unflinchingly uninhibited and gloriously embellished victory,
Even the most timid voices of my severely penalized and wailing conscience; had in them an immutable cavern of truthfully succeeding and royal victory,
And even the most torturously asphyxiated and acrimoniously beaten of my dwindling breaths; had in them an Omniscient cosmos of ebulliently Godly and
unparalleled victory,
As wholesomely irrespective of how the murderously conventional society tried to assassinate each iota of my body; wholesomely irrespective of the unprecedented anguish that every pore of my countenance had to singularly undergo; wholesomely irrespective of the curse of ghoulish death that confronted me on every step that I tread for not adhering to the norms of salacious rigidity,
I knew I would be always triumphant; and victory would always be the Omnipresent glint of my eyes; the ecstasy of my stride; as I followed none other than the voices of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and ever and ever .
18. RELIVING.
Her bountifully sprouting and vividly tiny lips; made me relive all timeless sweetness that
I had ever experienced in the tenure of my penuriously holistic life,
Her impeccably glistening and mischievously darting eyes; made me relive all irrefutable innocence that I had ever experienced in the expedition of my timidly
wavering life,