Infinite Times better

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…






Infinite times better than the diminutively diminishing flicker of the sleazily artificial bulb; was the Omnipotent blaze of the bountifully unassailable Sun,

Infinite times better than the truncated fantasies in the manipulatively estranged mind; was the unfathomably untainted paradise of poignantly seductive clouds in the sky,

Infinite times better than parsimoniously remorseful water incarcerated beneath the lavatory seat; was the thunderously untamed roar of the uninhibitedly vivacious and mischievously dancing ocean,

Infinite times better than the bawdily threadbare stone; was the insuperably majestic and timelessly sheltering swirl of the celestially compassionate mountain,

Infinite times better than the lecherously parasitic currency coin; was the river of pricelessly united and Omnipresently blessing humanity,

Infinite times better than the gaudily cadaverous crayons disparagingly sprawled on the floor; was the eternally royal rainbow and resplendently eclectic rainbow; twinkling in the firmament of azure sky,

Infinite times better than the abhorrently shattered glass; was the candidly perspicacious mirror of the impeccably unassailable and inimitably sacrosanct
soul,

Infinite times better than the preposterously stuffed toys available in the manipulatively prejudiced market; was the indomitably peerless roar of the
princely lion,

Infinite times better than the emotionless chips of the raunchily scintillating computer; was the unfathomably brilliant and tirelessly discovering human brain,

Infinite times better than the disgustingly miserly twig decaying in a bedraggled heap; was the unsurpassably pristine meadow of boisterously frolicking grass,

Infinite times better than the uncontrollably shivering bottle of stingily corked wine; was the uninhibitedly royal forest of divinely endowing sensuousness,

Infinite times better than the body of the forlornly decrepit air-conditioner; was the exuberantly mesmerizing kiss of the rhapsodically untamed storm,

Infinite times better than the abjectly traded idols of gold and bombastically boorish silver; was the Omnipresent reflection of the perpetual Creator; in every single ingredient of the atmosphere and beyond,

Infinite times better than the sparing shades of mechanical pencil on barren canvas; was the panoramically enamoring kaleidoscope of miraculously ameliorating nature,

Infinite times better than the banefully blaring music of the pompous discotheque; was the fathomlessly enchanting carpet of marvelously iridescent and vibrantly twinkling stars,

Infinite times better than the bizarrely squelched brick in the tyrannically rotting foundation; was the heaven of irrefutably venerated and eternally unshakable truth,

Infinite times better than the ghoulishly devastating coffin of death; was the chapter of immortally sacred and perennially blossoming life,

But ever since the first breath that the entire Universe took; and even centuries unprecedented after it vanishes into traces of amorphously beleaguered
oblivion; infinite times better than " Immortal Love" was; is and shall forever be; once again only Love; Love and nothing else but the invincibly blessed fabric of "Immortal Love"

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