The Magic Of Black Poem by Nikhil Parekh

There were infinite who associated it with disdainfully grave infidelity; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with uninhibited sensuousness sprouting from each pore of the skin,

There were infinite who associated it with unrelentingly diabolical massacre; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the quintessential humility in every living being,

There were infinite who associated it with surreptitiously macabre trepidation; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the seeds
of beautifully untamed virility,

There were infinite who associated it with gravely anomalous deliriousness; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the invincible sacredness of the twinkling stars,

There were infinite who associated it with sleazily cacophonic drunkenness; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the profoundly rejuvenating awakening of the soul,

There were infinite who associated it with vindictively stabbing pain; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the mellifluously unconquerable sounds of the nightingale,


There were infinite who associated it with amorphously penalizing vacuum; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the most unassailably brilliant fireballs of passion,

There were infinite who associated it with unstoppably demonic disaster; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the umbrella of
all bountifully uncurbed freshness,

There were infinite who associated it with treacherously ribald ghoulishness; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the unimpeachably consecrating spirit of the divine,

There were infinite who associated it with carnivorously jinxed emptiness; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the ravishingly succulent gallery of unparalleled enchantment,

There were infinite who associated it with satanically lambasting imprisonment; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the intrepidly whispering winds of adventure,

There were infinite who associated it with inexplicably asphyxiating danger; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the triumph of rhapsodic exhilaration over sadistic monotony,

There were infinite who associated it with indefatigably cursed wailing; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the ultimate panacea for triggering an inimitably priceless fantasy,

There were infinite who associated it with lecherously deteriorating nothingness; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the insuperably glorious crown of mysticism,

There were infinite who associated it with devastatingly evaporating misfortune; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the boundless ramifications of the royal destiny lines,

There were infinite who associated it with miserably pulverizing hatred; whilst there were also another infinite of a kind; who associated it with the kingly stupor of immortal poetry,

There were infinite who associated it with unfinished tyrannized bemoaning of the soul; whilst there were also infinite of a kind; who associated it with the absolute infallible epitome of creativity,

There were infinite who associated it with insidiously jeopardizing betrayal; whilst there were also infinite of a kind; who associated it with the latent reflection of compassionately truthful love,

There were infinite who associated it with venomously annihilating terrorism; whilst there were also infinite of a kind; who associated it with most blissfully nourishing cradle of perpetual silence,

Such. O! Yes Such. Was the magic of the amazingly multi-personality and
ever-pervading color; Black