Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


It took an infinite brutally famished nights and days; endless emaciating moments of penance infront of the Omnipotent Lord Almighty; in order to unite two passionately interlocked and true lovers, 


 


It took an infinite odysseys through the most venomously untamed outgrowths


of wilderness; in order to unite two bountifully redolent and true lovers, 


 


It took an infinite anecdotes of unflinchingly challenging the most unthinkably impossible; in order to unite two innocuously resplendent and true lovers, 


 


It took an infinite moments of stony silence; at times unlimited hours of patiently peering into haplessly cloudless sky; in order to unite two ardently blessed and true lovers, 


 


It took an infinite bleeding footsteps whilst transgressing through an unceasing pathway of fiendishly stabbing thorns; in order to unite two jubilantly intricate and true lovers, 


 


It took an infinite droplets of bloodshed; whilst undergoing war against the truculently unforgivable devil; in order to unite two unassailably cheerful and true lovers, 


 


It took an infinite nightmarish nights of confronting the cold-bloodedly sinister ghost face to face; in order to unite two bountifully triumphant and true lovers, 


 


It took an infinite instances of wading through the battlefields of horrifically slandering bad luck; in order to unite two jauntily effulgent and true lovers, 


 


It took an infinite bangs of the skull against the heartlessly conventional wall of the diabolically manipulative society; in order to unite two blissfully frolicking and true lovers, 


 


It took an infinite bones soaked in valiantly fearless blood; whilst fighting against the perpetrators of chauvinism; in order to unite two exuberantly spell binding and true lovers, 


 


It took an infinite gallows of inconsolably deafening misery and eventually asphyxiating death; in order to unite two compassionately silken and true lovers, 


 


It took an infinite graveyards of invidiously maiming silence; submission and wholesome oblivion; in order to unite two fervently ecstatic and true lovers, 


 


It took an infinite rivers of hard earned sweat; whilst trying to explain and unveil each intricate thread of righteousness to the outside world; in order to unite two symbiotically ebullient and true lovers, 


 


It took an infinite screams of everlasting permeating through the coffins of deplorably diminishing hell; in order to unite two wondrously enchanted and true lovers, 


 


It took an infinite ticks of the painstakingly thwarting clock; whilst waiting for the most consummately royal moment to strike; in order to unite two enchantingly gorgeous and true lovers, 


 


It took an infinite inexplicably tormenting riddles to uninhibitedly confront and decipher; in order to unite two beautifully amiable and true lovers, 


 


It took an infinite flagrantly slit throats; whilst bare-bodiedly opposing the mortuary of lies; in order to unite two holistically melanging and true lovers, 


 


It took an infinite unbelievable sacrifices; which rendered even the most resilient of physical form into the most desperately sullen carcass; in order to unite 


two ubiquitously charismatic and true lovers, 


 


And Yet. Paradoxically Yet. It took those same two lovers just uttering that


heinous word thrice; or just putting a legal application in the court; or just walking in different directions altogether; to  vindictively "Divorce" each other; to get ruthlessly separated for a lifetime; after they had so immortally and altruistically met.



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