Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


It was a day; when even the most pathetically blowing and orphaned winds; seemed like compassionately glorious tornado's of unending excitement, 


 


It was a day; when even the most insidiously ghastly gutters; seemed like the voluptuously blossoming roses; of unbelievably unsurpassable exhilaration, 


 


It was a day; when even the most lackadaisically morbid of stones; seemed to be bouncing in vivacious freshness; towards the fathomlessly crimson carpets of


brilliant sky, 


 


It was a day; when even the most despairingly gloomy dungeons; seemed like the blazingly scintillating and fragrant walls; of eternal paradise, 


 


It was a day; when even the most frigidly frozen avalanches of brutal ice; seemed like majestically compassionate fireballs of handsomely comforting light, 


 


It was a day; when even the most maniacal bouts of inexplicable frustration; seemed like rhapsodically jubilant and poignant happiness, 


 


It was a day; when even the most torrentially bombing cloudbursts of insanity; seemed like a gregariously innocuous towel of ever-pervading humanity, 


 


It was a day; when even the most despondently despicable of failures; seemed like irrefutably triumphant winds of a flamboyantly indomitable victory, 


 


It was a day; when even the most painstaking boring and invidious hours of the acrimoniously sweltering day; seemed like the most exuberantly gorgeous moments


of princely existence, 


 


It was a day; when even the most horrendously distorted faces of ungainly disdain; seemed like a grandiloquently seductive princess; philandering ebulliently in the aisles of unprecedented desire, 


 


It was a day; when even the most perilously baffling enigmas of salaciously uncouth survival; seemed to be the most dexterously rhetoric solutions; wholesomely


metamorphosing the complexion of sordidly dull mankind, 


 


It was a day; when even the most acerbically intolerable of gory maladies; seemed like unassailable panacea's to holistically uplift; all tyrannically divested and crippling mankind, 


 


It was a day; when even the most horrifically disgusting maelstrom of blatant lies; seemed to be like the marvelously Omnipresent sword of unconquerable truth, 


 


It was a day; when even the most conventionally lambasting fraternity of the turgidly manipulative society; seemed like enchantingly magnanimous patrons of; insatiably intrepid artistry, 


 


It was a day; when even the most irascibly coldblooded monsters indiscriminately pulverizing around; seemed like poignantly mesmerizing angels; having just


descended from the sky, 


 


It was a day; when even the most diabolically austere predictions of an unwanted catastrophe; seemed like an unsurpassable showering of blessings from the lap 


of the Creator Divine, 


 


It was a day; when even the most lugubriously dithering and delinquent snails; seemed like ecstatically galloping martyrs of vividly enamoring patriotism, 


 


It was a day; when even the most perfidiously obnoxious anecdotes of betrayal; seemed like perennial entrenchments of blissfully emphatic sharing and relationships, 


 


It was a day; when even the most sullenly withering and mutilated bones; seemed like vivaciously resplendent colors of the heavenly rainbow; amidst the flamingly mystical beams of cloud and Sun, 


 


It was a day; when even the most sardonically ghastly vials of lethally devastating poison; seemed like profusely chivalrous and mouthwatering bars of supreme


chocolate, 


 


It was a day; when even the most brutally shattered and rusty glass; seemed like the most splendidly gorgeous portrayal of harmoniously opalescent mankind, 


 


It was a day; when even the most stonily disastrous and vindictively remorseful corpses; seemed like an incomprehensibly piquant valley of pricelessly aristocratic life, 


 


It was a day; when even the most barbarically penalizing destiny; seemed like the most invincibly ultimate endowments from the Lord divine, 


 


O! Yes it was unequivocally the most beautifully fragrant day of our lives; it was a day when we first came to know each other only to unite as an impregnable spirit for infinite more births yet to come; it was a day when even the most belligerent of


badness had transformed into the vital elixir of life for us; O! yes it was a day when we had fallen passionately in love.



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