FLAMES BETWEEN THEIR HEARTS…You die; I die- by Nikhil Parekh

FLAMES BETWEEN THEIR HEARTS…
The flames on ground; died a miserable death with the
slightest draught of insipid wind,
But the flames between their philandering eyes; rose
higher than the majestic skies; even in the most
tumultuously overwhelming of rain and storm….
The flames on ground; subsided to wisps of absolute
nothingness; at even the tiniest insinuation of flood
approaching,
But the flames between their passionate chests;
transcended well beyond the realms of fascinating
eternity; even as the unfathomable battalion of
satanic demons; tried to kill them…
The flames on ground; tried their best to elude the
insurmountably overpowering tornado; squealing like
new born mice as they heard the brazen leaves rustle
the slightest,
But the flames between their voluptuous lips; kissed
the ultimate crescendos of untamed liberation; even as
the entire planet parasitically sucked blood and
lecherously manipulated outside…
The flames on ground; soon metamorphosed to frigidly
wincing embers; unable to bear the onslaught of leaf
and clouds,
But the flames between their eternal feet; interlocked
themselves into an entrenchment of unsurpassable
belonging; even as cloudbursts of uncouth diabolism
pelted from realms of hell…
The flames on ground; shirked disdainfully into their
devastated cocoons; as the horde of whistling wolves
trampled them indiscriminately,
But the flames between their ardent bellies;
transformed all lackadaisical dreariness on this earth
into bountiful paradise; even as a mountain of
treacherous monsters stabbed them ruthlessly on their
necks…
The flames on ground; vacillated in ungainly
confusion; even before the fireball of Sun could
silently slip behind the dolorously languid horizons,
But the flames between their ravishingly charismatic
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palms; united for fathomless more births yet to
unveil; even as the murderously conventional society
tried to exonerate them with their commercial swords….
The flames on ground; incessantly feared of being
washed away by the most infedile of froth; although
the ocean was a billion kilometers away,
But the flames between their seductively alluring
cheeks; tantalized perpetually in the aisles of
vibrant desire; even as civilizations collapsed
outside; like a pack of soggy cards….
The flames on ground; had absolutely no entity of
their own; drifting miserably in the direction that
the somber wind took them,
But the flames between their fervently reverberating
bodies; evolved into the most wonderfully enigmatic
morning of tomorrow; even as sky disastrously blended
with every cranny of earth outside….
And The flames on ground; sometimes sunk well beneath
their ghastly corpse; even before they could
moderately rise to their one inch height,
But the flames between their immortally throbbing
heart; proliferated into boundless more streams of
royal love; even as the hideously sinister world came
to a veritable end; outside...


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