Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


Neither did it become more stupendously extraordinary than yesterday; Nor did it transform into  more flagrantly dwindling than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more blissfully fragrant than yesterday; Nor did it transform into more despicably cadaverous than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more triumphantly brilliant than  yesterday; Nor did


it transform into more treacherously defeated than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more truthfully emollient than yesterday; Nor did it


transform into more sinfully satanic than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more exuberantly ecstatic than yesterday; Nor did it


transform into more forlornly decrepit than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more unflinchingly unfettered than yesterday; Nor did


it transform into more parasitically coward than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more timelessly liberating than yesterday; Nor did it


transform into more hideously incarcerating than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more mellifluously ebullient than yesterday; Nor did


it transform into more salaciously cacophonic than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more beautifully panoramic than yesterday; Nor did it


transform into more ruthlessly ugly than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more royally inimitable than yesterday; Nor did it


transform into more ludicrously floundering than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more astoundingly proliferating than yesterday; Nor


did it transform into more hilariously impotent than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more unbelievably devoted than yesterday; Nor did it


transform into more hedonistically agnostic than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more optimistically enlightening than yesterday; Nor


did it transform into more deplorably discouraging than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more euphorically gallivanting than yesterday; Nor did


it transform into more lugubriously morbid than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more beautifully evolving than yesterday; Nor did it


transform into more grotesquely stagnant than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more resplendently radiating than yesterday; Nor did


it transform into more blackened depravation than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more holistically learned than yesterday; Nor did it


transform into more perniciously illiterate than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more incredulously tangy than yesterday; Nor did it


transform into more lackadaisically staunch than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more spell bindingly passionate than yesterday; Nor


did it transform into more aimlessly amorphous than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more eternally fructifying than yesterday; Nor did it


transform into more cynically rotten than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more extraordinarily priceless than yesterday; Nor did


it transform into more egregiously penurious than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more Omnipotently Life-yielding than yesterday; Nor


did it transform into more gorily corpselike than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more jubilantly blossoming than yesterday; Nor did it


transform into more pathetically disheveled than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more vivaciously sparkling than yesterday; Nor did it


transform into more acerbically rustic than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more magnanimously benevolent than yesterday; Nor did


it transform into more vindictively venomous than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more charismatically adorable than yesterday; Nor did


it transform into more dismally cancerous than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more jauntily versatile than yesterday; Nor did it


transform into more indiscriminately jinxed than ever before, 


 


Neither did it become more fantastically artistic than yesterday; Nor did it


transform into more vapidly monotonous than ever before, 


 


There was no question of it altering itself to something "More" or something


"Less" with the fading of time or "Ever Before"; There was no question of it


being "More Blooming" or "More Decaying" as time sped through the chapters


of Omnipotent existence or "Ever Before"; because "Love" was; is and shall


perpetually remain pricelessly unconquerable; because "Love" was; is and


shall forever reign every sphere of earth and altruistically symbiotic existence as "Omnipresently Immortal".



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