Nikhil Parekh

Freshman - 508 Points (27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

Love Is Blind - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

It could be overpoweringly uncompromising; with its
magnetic swirl transcending over every conceivable
organism in holistic vicinity,
It could be profoundly one sided; with the
unfathomable chariots of ardent desire chasing the
mesmerizing mists of eluding seduction; day in and day
It could be brutally unforgiving; with even the most
mercurial iota of suspicion; disastrously ruining its
silken fabric; till times beyond infinite infinity,
It could be unflinchingly exhilarating; with even the
truculently mighty of maelstroms disintegrating like a
pack of frigid matchsticks; in front of its invincibly
divine caress,

It could be majestically passionate; with its kiss of
timeless voluptuousness becoming an Omnipotent glow;
even as the gallows of disparaging hell wholesomely
coalesced with sacred earth,
It could be ebulliently promiscuous; with its spell of
inevitably everlasting sensuousness; diffusing amongst
entities even before the perpetual bondage of sacred
It could be endlessly jittery; with even the most
minuscule of event unfurling; engendering a boundless
flutter in its whirlpool of fathomless sensitivity,
It could be euphorically triumphant; with its
unassailably fragrant spirit; blazingly emerging as
the ultimate messiah of amiable togetherness; even
from the coffins of treacherously thwarting death,
It could be unconquerably resplendent; with every
other color in the boundless atmosphere; proving a
shade too dolorously dull; in front of its ravishingly
spell binding vivaciousness,
It could be uxoriously timid; succumbing in wholesome
entirety to even the most poignantly intricate
commands of its partner; howsoever baselessly
worthless that they might have seemed,
It could be flamboyantly blistering; irrefutably
dominating even the most contemporarily gracious
styles; with its aura of Omniscient symbiotism and
enthrallingly enchanting beauty,
It could be indefatigably tantalizing; engulfing the
gigantic planet in mists of unendingly vivid
compassion; fabulously pacifying the voice of
murderous monotony with the mantra of unshakable
It could be Omnipresently philanthropic; bonding every
religion; caste; creed; and tribe; in the beats of
perennially beautiful and melanging mankind,
It could be relentlessly dreamy; with even the most
torturously devastating winds of gory bloodshed and
crime; miserably failing to have the tiniest of impact
on its gregariously fantasizing demeanor,
It could be tirelessly penalizing; as one partner
altruistically bore the brunt of the other's pompous
idiosyncrasies; still garnering all love on this
planet for his lambasting rhyme,
It could be thunderously sensuous; with its rays of
eternally gratifying compassion; ubiquitously
overpowering even the heart of the most exotically
ecstatic night,
It could be indomitably truthful; with its reflection
of undefeatably sparkling righteousness; pricelessly
disseminating to even the most forlornly fretful and
malicious quarters of this gargantuan earth,
It could be unbelievably sacrificing; with both
partners blissfully ready every unfurling minute to
relinquish the last iota of their breath; for
timelessly saving each other,
But one thing was profusely indisputable and for sure;
that love new no religion; boundaries or limits; Love
was an uninhibited bird soaring higher than the skies
for times immemorial; Love was a thread which none
could break except the Gods; Love was bold; Love was
Berserk; Love was beautiful; Love was bountiful, Love
was boundless,
O! Yes, Love is BLIND. 

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