Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


Be it the most thunderous of maelstroms; with unrelentingly unstoppable winds swiping past them at truculently tumultuous speeds, 


 


Be it the most ominously sinister conglomerate of snakes; viciously tightening their stranglehold upon their impeccably beautiful necks, 


 


Be it the most diabolically insane wave of lunatism; that insidiously crept towards their profusely poignant and interlocked entities, 


 


Be it the most overpowering of thunderously cacophonic sound; that obnoxiously wanted to drown even the most infinitesimal of sound; in their handsomely celestial


vicinity, 


 


Be it the most horrendously asphyxiating of stench; lethally poisoning the blissful atmosphere enveloping their compassionately benign senses, 


 


Be it the most perilously pernicious of bizarre darkness; abhorrently trying to abnegate their heavenly embrace; from its very formidably unassailable roots, 


 


Be it the most unfathomably deep and preposterously treacherous waters; heinously trying to stifle the last iota of their resplendent breath; by satanically drowning them towards the threadbare rock bottom, 


 


Be it the most ghoulishly insipid of spirits incessantly hovering around their innocuous persona; vindictively yearning to ruthlessly snap the fangs of


their ardently flaming love, 


 


Be it the most ferociously cold-blooded lions surreptitiously sauntering by their holistic side; fervently anticipating their opportunity; to salaciously slit their throats into an infinite pieces, 


 


Be it the most torrentially intransigent cloudbursts of ballistic lightening;  insurmountably desiring to electrocute their timeless souls; into inconspicuously


unrecognizable ash, 


 


Be it the most hostile superpowers of this boundless unsurpassable Universe; relentlessly raining bombs in indiscriminate tandem; upon their immaculately


melanging bodies, 


 


Be it the most raunchily bawdy seductresses; sleazily gyrating around their visage's; venomously enduring their best to drift their spell of intractable concentration, 


Be it the most remorsefully morbid fleet of bellicose arrows; darting at devilish velocities towards their impeccably harmonious bodies; to uncouthly stab their


divinely sparkling flesh, 


 


Be it the most fiercely inclement blanket of thorns; stealthily waiting to bleed them towards an irrefutably ghastly death; the instant they alighted even the most capriciously fleeting sole of their nimble foot, 


 


Be it the most lecherously lambasting of conventional society; using every iota of their Herculean strength to disintegrate their romantic sensuousness forever


and ever and ever; from the trajectory of this resplendently embellished earth, 


 


Be it the most gigantically towering of mountain tips; trying to unsparingly overwhelm every bit of gregariously scintillating empathy between their


skins; with raw unprecedented power and impregnably superior force, 


 


Be it the most dolorously dwindling dungeons of betrayal; demonically waiting to capsize their eternal friendship; in webs of nonchalantly nondescript nothingness, 


 


Be it the most gory chapters of satanic bloodshed and death; blatantly lingering around their seductively enthralling and ebulliently dancing chests, 


 


And come what may; even as fathomless landscapes of blue sky mercilessly blended with cocoons of ravishing soil; even as the manipulatively commercial demon


abominably overpowered all truth; even as the entire world outside greedily swooned under the scent of currency coil; their kiss grew rose more passionately towards the divine with every unfurling instant; their kiss was immortally unbreakable.



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Their Kiss Was Unbreakable.

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