Nikhil Parekh Poems

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291.
Its Because There Existed Your Perpetual Heart.

Its because there existed your spell bindingly bountiful hands; there existed my impoverished hands too; and because there forever existed our impregnably righteous hands united together; we could timelessly disseminate the essence of immortal friendship; in every barren quarter of this fathomless Universe,

Its because there existed your innocuously magical eyes; there existed my
diminutive eyes too; and because there forever existed our daintily spotless
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292.
As I Forever Had Her Support.

Every tree on this fathomlessly enamoring Universe forever went against me; as each time I alighted my foot; it fell on my nimble shoulders; pulverizing me beyond holistic degrees of sagacious comprehension,

Every mountain on this boundlessly victorious Universe forever went against me; as each time I tried to clamber its slope; it mercilessly buried me to an infinite feet beneath worthlessly lackadaisical soil,
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293.
There Were None

There were some on the trajectory of this fathomlessly enamoring Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of treacherous hatred; at some time or the other;
in the tenure of their inevitably truncated lifetime,

There were some on the trajectory of this inexhaustibly iridescent Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of abominably crippling discrimination; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably evanescent lifetime,
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294.
I'd Just Started

Just when my eyes thought that they'd seen every bit of panoramically resplendent beauty; on the trajectory of this fathomlessly blessing Universe,
Came her astoundingly pristine face right infront of me; telling me that I'd just started; and there was an infinite more to discover and see; of her timelessly endowing enchantment.

Just when my lips thought that they'd smooched every bit of sensuously ameliorating loveliness; on the trajectory of this beautifully iridescent Universe,
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295.
C'mon Shoot Me.

C'mon shoot me in my eye; Am ready this very minute to fearlessly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of blissfully unprejudiced and
timelessly garnishing; empathy.

C'mon shoot me in my lips; Am ready this very minute to unflinchingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of eternally rhapsodic and
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296.
Like There Were An Infinite More Tomorrows

I wanted you to kiss me on my tantalizingly svelte lips this very moment; but like there were going be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and
undyingly augmenting compassion,

I wanted you to kiss me on my jubilantly intrepid forehead this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and inimitably priceless understanding,
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297.
Losing My Virginity

The rhapsodically untainted leaves; lost their virginity to the tantalizingly draughts of the unstoppably ecstatic and beautifully silken breeze,

The indomitably ferocious Sun; lost its virginity to the evanescent beams of the spell bindingly eclectic and enchantingly blessed dawn,
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298.
The First And Last Name.

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but "Currency Note"; a name which diabolically asphyxiates every ounce of felicity; every unfurling instant of robust existence,

Today. Although the second name of Life has unfortunately become nothing else but "Currency Note"; a name which criminally crucifies even the most evanescent insinuation of invincibly sparkling truth,
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299.
No Dividers

The highways of sadistically unending brutality; were ghastily inundated with an infinite dividers of limitlessly indiscriminate and tyrannically lambasting hatred,

The highways of anomalously manipulated lies; were hedonistically inundated with an infinite dividers of fecklessly insane and truculently pernicious reproachfulness,
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300.
A True Lover

A true lover isn't one who fanatically chops every part of his fingers for the sake of his magical beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to invincibly fortify her blissful grip upon the limitlessly enchanting canvas of this enamoring planet; instead.

A true lover isn't one who deliriously slices every part of his brain for the sake of his eternal beloved; but one who perpetually uses the same to augment her resplendently spell-binding fantasies an infinite times more than planet infinity; instead.
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