Love, Love and simply love - Nikhil Parekh

I couldn’t talk non stop; for after a while; the
chords of my intricate throat started to hurt; and a
gruesome hoarseness besieged my persona,

I couldn’t walk non stop; for after a while; the soles
of my feet started to ache; and the conglomerate of
dreary bones in my body demanded celestial rest,

I couldn’t write non stop; for after a while; my
fingers swelled like a plump tomato; and the
disdainful sweat on my palms started to drip
obnoxiously on barren sheets of white paper,

I couldn’t stare non stop; for after a while; my
voluptuously soft cushion of lids fell down with a
sigh; and the whites of my eye were desperate to get
rid of the tumultuous stinging,

I couldn’t eat non stop; for after a while; the
tunnels of my stomach threatened to puke; and the buds
of my tongue abhorrently repulsed the most exotic of
taste,

I couldn’t dance non stop; for after a while; the
fantasy in my mind wholesomely subsided; and I
inevitably collapsed on soil for my nocturnal slumber
under the resplendent stars,

I couldn’t plough non stop; for after a while; the
acrimonious rays of the Sun stabbed me like a billion
needles; and the gallons of golden sweat which
dribbled; made me loose holistic degrees of control,

I couldn’t swim non stop; for after a while; the
tenacity in my arms seemed to be diminishing; and the
fathomless expanse of waters made me return back to
the heavenly shores,

I couldn’t party non stop; for after a while; the
pretentious smoke of cigar took its toll on my natural
nerves; and the sonorously manipulative style of
talking; assassinated all my raw exuberance in its
premature buds,

I couldn’t study non stop; for after a while; beads of
exasperation began to entrench me from all sides; and
life became nothing but a series of disastrously
monotonous equations to confront,

I couldn’t sing non stop; for after a while; all tunes
existing seemed to be puncturing me like fulminating
volcano's; and I lost complete identity of my very own
voice,

I couldn’t dream non stop; for after a while; the
pragmatic realities of life started to pinch me
overwhelmingly; and the penurious conditions which
currently engulfed me; obstructed me in my path of
transforming all my perceptions into a perpetual
reality,

I couldn’t fight non stop; for after a while;
realization dawned upon me that it was all baseless;
and I needed to contribute something towards
deteriorating mankind,

I couldn’t sleep non stop; for after a while; I felt
the blistering mid day sunshine filtering unbearably
through my eyes; and the framework of my countenance
became restless to be on the move,

I couldn’t drive non stop; for after a while; the
world outside became an incessantly revolving whiz;
and I frantically wanted to trespass at normal speeds
once again,
I couldn’t rule non stop; for after a while; I felt as
if I was completely losing my indigenous identity; and
the voice of my conscience commanded me to rest
blissfully in the lap of my revered mother,

I couldn’t focus non stop; for after a while; the
insurmountably restless urges in my soul got the
better of me; and I found myself pondering on
everything else; other than what I was supposed to
concentrate,

I couldn’t play non stop; for after a while; the will
to majestically survive made me march dynamically
towards the summit; slither with uninhibited passion;
to achieve all my goals in life,

I couldn’t hate non stop; for after a while; the
inexorably omnipotent voice of my mind condemned me
for my cowardly behavior; and the blood circulating in
my veins fomented me to embrace my fellow mates in
pain,

I couldn’t lie non stop; for after a while; an
astronomically ardent desire to disentangle myself
from this web of lechery; and my tongue candidly
conveyed its explicit set of ideals,

But there was only one virtue which I could do non
stop; and which not only I; but every entity with a
throbbing heart has been doing since centuries
immemorial; a virtue which even the greatest of God's
have bowed down too; a virtue which has its immoral
essence dissipated in every nook and cranny of this
boundless planet; O! yes I feel the richest man on
this earth to proclaim it as LOVE; LOVE AND SIMPLY
LOVE…….

Nikhil Parekh
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