Forever And Pricelessly One

Nikhil Parekh , ( born August 27 ; 1977 ) from Ahmedabad , India - is a Love Poet and 10 time National Record holder for his Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India , which is India's Best Book of Records , also Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of World Records . He is an aut…






When we first met under blazing rays of the Afternoon Sun; you should have seen the ardently unsurpassable fire in our eyes,
Which was so invincible that it became intransigently impossible for the most thunderous of whipping squall; to make even the slightest of indentation; upon our
compassionately uninhibited swirl.

When we first met in the romantically philandering lanes of the mystical forest; you should have seen the insatiably unflinching smile on our lips,
Which was so unassailable that it became irrevocably impossible; for the most diabolical of misery; to invidiously infiltrate even the tiniest; into our entrenchment of perennial jubilation.

When we first met on the scintillatingly pristine sea shores; you should have seen the spell binding river of ecstasy on our bountiful flesh,
Which was so unfathomable that it became incorrigibly impossible; for the most horrendous of abhorrent boredom; to sulk even a capricious whisker; into our
sky of eternal romance.

When we first met under the resplendently enamoring and beaming Moon; you should have seen the virgin innocence on our innocuously robust cheeks,
Which was so impregnable that it became irrefutably impossible; for even the most treacherously savage manipulation; to cast even a diminutive fraction of its lecherous spell; upon our perpetually impeccable enthrallment.

When we first met in the inscrutably tingling meadows of grass; you should have seen the spell binding mysticism encapsulated profoundly in our ravishing palms,
Which was so bountiful that it became irretrievably impossible for the most monotonously murderous parasites; to permeate even an infinitesimal speck; into our streams of celestially bonded blood.

When we first met under the vivaciously dancing rainbows; you should have seen the contours of heavenly newness on our impoverished faces,
Which were so blissfully revolutionary that it became dogmatically impossible for the most dilapidated dungeons of stagnation; to hover even a ludicrously remote fraction; over our fortress of unconquerable solidarity.

When we first met in the playgrounds of rhapsodically frolicking college; you should have seen the ardently crimson blushes on our majestic cheeks,
Which were so poignant that it became unimaginably impossible for the most satanic cisterns of gory bloodshed; to pry even a pathetically minuscule iota; around our cloud of ever augmenting and timeless camaraderie.

When we first met on the boisterously bustling road; you should have seen the stupendously magical infatuation in our magnetically exhaling gasps,
Which was so royal that it became incomprehensibly impossible for the most sinister spirits of ghastly corruption; to even infiltrate a sleazily parsimonious inch; into our web of everlastingly golden relationship.

And when we first met in our delectably new born cradles standing face to face; you should have seen the immortally unending love in our hearts,
Which was so perpetual that it became unrelentingly impossible for the most insidiously coldblooded chapters of cowardly death; to sprinkle even a frigidly negligible portion of its blackness; upon our life; which had united for infinite more births yet to unveil and by the grace of God; as FOREVER AND
PRICELESSLY ONE.

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