Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


Their eyes weren't just MADE for each other; but were uncontrollably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to timelessly disentangle the tantalizing enigmas of life; in each other's affable whites, 


 


Their lips weren't  just MADE for each other; but were insatiably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to perpetually interlock with each other; and then savor the ultimate sweetness of Omnipotent creation, 


 


Their fingers weren't just MADE for each other; but were unceasingly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to unassailably entwine with each other; and then trounce every devil with the power of unshakable compassion, 


 


Their palms weren't just MADE for each other; but were unthinkably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to irrevocably print each other's destiny; on the back of their rudimentary hands, 


 


Their nape's weren't just MADE for each other; but were unfathomably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to endlessly turn in unison to even the tiniest trace of poignant sensitivity; and then unitedly decipher each intricate strand of time, 


 


Their veins weren't just MADE for each other; but were inexhaustibly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to perennially coalesce with each other; and then give birth to one single stream of invincibly humanitarian blood, 


 


Their foreheads weren't just MADE for each other; but were intransigently MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to unflinchingly strike each other; and then to drift into a fantasy of unbreakable togetherness for an infinite more lives yet to unveil, 


 


Their ears weren't just MADE for each other; but were intractably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to incessantly tingle each other; and then get roused to the absolute hilt of desire; with the most diminutive flutter of breeze, 


 


Their feet weren't just MADE for each other; but were incorrigibly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to tread each conceivable step together; and pave of path of celestial yearning wherever they went, 


 


Their tongues weren't just MADE for each other; but were unequivocally MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to ardently suckle each other; and then savor the impregnable harmony of existence; for an infinite lifetimes, 


Their bellies weren't just MADE for each other; but were unstoppably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to undyingly seduce each other; so that the profuse virility of life stayed alive; even in the coffin of death, 


 


Their throats weren't just MADE for each other; but were unsurpassably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to mélange into the voice of bounteously undefeated oneness; and then supercede each wail of the hedonistic devil, 


 


Their hair weren't just MADE for each other; but were unlimitedly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to rapaciously intermingle with each other; and then rejoice forever in the ravenous hunger to make love, 


 


Their skins weren't just MADE for each other; but were unabashedly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to trigger unprecedented euphoria in each other's pores; and then to witness every sensuousness of creation mischievously seeping in, 


 


Their shoulders weren't just MADE for each other; but were inconsolably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to hoist every hapless orphan on their united platform; towards the Sun of optimistically blessed light, 


 


Their arms weren't just MADE for each other; but were inexorably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to insuperably embrace each other's shivering form; stay like this—most infallible and unperturbed even in the mightiest of storms, 


 


Their souls weren't just MADE for each other; but were unendingly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to blissfully overlap each other; even countless centuries after the veritable evaporation of the physical form, 


 


Their breaths weren't just MADE for each other; but were untiringly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to undauntedly explore each other's fieriness; and then culminate into the immortally uncurbed volcano's of raw passion, 


 


Their hearts weren't just MADE for each other; but were perpetually


MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to bond


together and forever and ever and ever into a Heaven of Omnipotent


love.



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