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Nikhil Parekh
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Publication Date:
2016
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Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive
Nikhil Parekh(27/08/1977)
Nikhil Parekh has authored thousands of Poems on God, Peace, Love, Anti
Terrorism, Friendship, Life, Death, Environment, Wildlife, Mother, Father,
Children, Parenthood, Humanity, Social Cause, Women empowerment, Poverty,
Lovers, Brotherhood. Some part of Parekh's Books financially selling in the eBook
format at Amazon.com Kindle Store in the United States, can be browsed for
free. Therefore to read differently titled Poems written by the Poet without paying
any money, please visit amazon.com/author/nikhilparekh. From this website
visit any Book. Then on the individual page of the respective Book, click on its
cover to browse the free Poems.
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Nikhil Parekh, (born August 27,1977) ,38 years of age, from Ahmedabad, India is a Love Poet and 10 time National Record holder for his Poetry with the Limca
Book of Records India - limcabookofrecords.in, which is India's Best Book of
Records, also Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of World
Records. He is an author of - ' LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED
POETRY ', which has a Print Length of 5254 pages on the Amazon Kindle.
The Poet's style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never ever been written
before or experimented on the mortal planet by any mortal. Though his Poetry /
literature is normal and natural.
The 10 National Records held by Parekh with the Limca Book of Records India are
for (1)
Being the First Indian Poet to be published/featured in McGill English
Dictionary of Rhyme which is the World's Number 1 English Rhyming Dictionaryfor his poem: Come Lets Embrace our New Religion
(2)
Being the First Indian Poet to have won Poet of the Year Award at the
Canadian Federation of Poets which is Canada's National Poetry Body endorsed
by Governor General of Canada
(3)
Being the First Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth
Newsletter for his poem on AIDS which is 'Aids doesn't kill. Your Attitude kills.
(4)
Being the First Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best poetry e-
book
(5)
Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most number
of replies from World Leaders and World Organizations.
(6)
Being the First Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to the
International Goodwill Treaty for World Peace - GoodwillTreaty.org.
(7)
Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films at
Youtube.com - The World's largest video sharing website.
(8)
Being the 1st Indian Poet to be featured for his Poetry Book - 'Love
versus Terrorism- Poems on Anti Terror, Peace', at Wattpad.com - The World's
most popular ebook community and largest website for reading books on mobile
phones.
(9)
Being the first Indian Poet whose video reciting a Poem on Nelson
Mandela, has been placed at the official website of the Government of South
Africa.
(10)
Having authored LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED
POETRY - which is of Print Length 5254 pages and currently has approximately
1.15 million words, financially selling in the Amazon.com Kindle Store United
States at - amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ.
Parekh is an author of 47 varied Books which include 1 God (volume 1 to
volume 4) , The Womb (volume 1 to volume 2) , Love Versus Terrorism (Part 1
to Part 2) , You die; I die Love Poems (Part 1 to Part 16) , Life = Death
(volume 1 to volume 10) , The Power of Black (volume 1 to volume 2) , If you
cut a tree; you cut your own mother, Hide and Seek (part 1 to part 8) , Longest
Poem written by Nikhil Parekh Only as Life. These Books comprise of nearly a
7000 pages of his Poetry, have approximately 1.15 million words in them,
contain about 2160 of his differently titled Poems and almost a 187000 lines in
their totality.
The Indian Poet's Books and Poems have had Millions of Viewers and Downloads
on the internet.
The Poets Poetry has had the patronization of several World Leaders including
the Queen of England.
ALLAH
He was the one who maneuvered my tongue; bestowed upon me the ability to
eloquently speak,
He was the one who made me smile; emphatically displaying my armory of white
teeth to the world,
He was the one who produced empathy in my eyes; made them profoundly
glisten in the morning light,
He was the one who made me rambunctiously chatter; bounce in the true fervor
of life,
He was the one who made me sneeze; burst into infinite chortles of uninhibited
laughter,
He was the one who engendered me to sweat; tremble innocuously with infinite
goose bumps creeping up inadvertently on my naked skin,
He was the one who made me dream; fantasize to the most bizarre limits of
contemplation,
He was the one who enabled me to traverse on earth; put my feet firmly on the
black soil I tread,
He was the one who made me blush a perfect crimson; as I inevitably winked at
a mesmerizing girl,
He was the one who imparted me the skill to voraciously read; pen down
intricate lines of exquisite calligraphy,
He was the one who impregnated awesome strength in my knuckles; granted
them the tenacity to defend the infirm,
He was the one who made me decipher the minutest of noise; wholesomely
relish the blend of tingling sounds in atmosphere,
He was the one who filled my stomach whenever I felt famished; ensured that
the right morsels of food occupied its cavities,
He was the one who embodied in me the exuberance to run; inhaling gallons of
revitalizing air into my lungs,
He was the one who taught me to judiciously discern between the good and bad;
curtail myself from indulging into the nefarious and licentious,
He was the one who waded all circumspection from my mind; whenever I felt
besieged by a host of inexplicable dilemmas,
He was the one who instilled astronomical courage in my demeanor; made me
stand tall and unflinching against all barricades that confronted me in my way,
He was the one who made me nostalgic; reminisce profoundly the poignant
memories of my childhood in my mothers lap,
He was the one who found me the love of my life; made sure that it consolidated
into sacrosanct marriage,
He was the one who resurrected my faith in life every unfurling minute; made
me imbibe the true spirit of existence,
He was the one who was the blood flowing through my veins; the beating of my
heart as it throbbed violently in my chest,
And he was the one whom people of varied races christened as 'GOD'; ' CHRIST';
'BHAGWAN'; 'CREATOR'; 'ALMIGHTY'; 'LORD'; whom I fondly referred today and
till the time I existed; as my 'ALLAH'.
Nikhil Parekh
100 Holes
Hide and Seek - part 1 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems (63 pages) , at;
amazon.com/dp/B003XVYJ8C.
a Poem from my above described Book If there were a 100 holes in the dry ground,
small rivulets of water would get accumulated after seasonal spells of monsoon,
a blend of mice, rabbit, and ant would continue to live in passionate harmony.
If there existed a 100 holes in the ornately sculptured tea kettle,
Sizzling droplets of brown liquid would ooze as if from a lawn sprinkler,
Scalding all in vicinity with boiling showers of freshly made tea.
If there were a 100 holes in well spun office shirt,
There would probably be no need for fans and large coolers,
Natural draughts of air would pierce sweat laden zones of chest,
Thereby compensating the need for artificial contrivances.
If there were a 100 holes in the base of my leather shoe,
Fresh waves of wind would ventilate through my feet,
Hence filtering tension clogged veins inhabiting the body.
If there were a 100 holes in luxury liner floating on ocean water,
Saline liquid from the sea would painstakingly penetrate,
Ergonomically plush interiors of ship would be flooded with water,
The ship made of the strongest wood fibre would sink to the bottom of the ocean.
If there were a 100 holes in the juicy fruit of african apple,
A cluster of worm would nibble its core,
Rendering it as a commodity to be used as a duplication for stone.
If there appeared a 100 holes in the flaming silhouette of Sun,
The light dispersing on earth would be complete with gloom and haze,
Prompting the young to walk with sticks in their hands groping blindly for
direction.
If there were a 100 holes in my heart,
I would drill it with many more still deeper,
Filling them all with reflections of whom I loved,
Keeping them full upto the brim for the remaining quota of years,
I am destined to tread on the soil of earth.
Nikhil Parekh
A Big No
a victorious moment indeed for me to post a Poem here from my Book titled - ' 1
God - Poems on God, Creator - volume 4 (262 pages) ';
which you can browse at amazon.com/dp/B013VSJ75Q.
Poetry Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to sight the wonderfully
resplendent island of milky moon?
Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to romantically
philander and enthrallingly admire; the stupendously magical contours of the Sun
soaked hills?
Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to relish the
tantalizingly ravishing waves; of the exuberantly tangy and undulating sea?
Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to profusely feast on
the unfathomably grandiloquent festoon of golden dewdrops; majestically
caressing the voluptuous strands of morning grass?
Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to wholeheartedly
enjoy under the tantalizingly seductive and torrential cloudshowers of; exotically
marvelous rain?
Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to witness
unsurpassable flocks of blissful sheep; royally sprint in the ebulliently timeless
meadows?
Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to ecstatically surge
and bountifully blend; with the charismatically ravishing winds that confronted
you in your way?
Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to repay back your
divinely mother; for the pricelessly aristocratic energy that she perpetually
embedded; in each of your impoverished veins?
Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to substitute the death
you once again; that is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to
fall in IMMORTAL LOVE?
For all of you who say YES to the above; I can only convey to you what the
Almighty Lord has ordered me to do; that the questions above are unconquerably
priceless; and the heavenly answer to all of them is indeed and forever will be; a
BIG NO.
Nikhil Parekh
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Aftermath's Of Pinching
Hide and Seek - part 5 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems (95 pages) , at;
amazon.com/dp/B0157BP6SC.
a Poem from my above described Book -
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As Important
You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 10 (138 pages) , at;
amazon.com/dp/B01369GHW6.
Poetry from my Book as above mentioned For me to bond with her was as important; as was disseminating flamboyant
light all day to the gruesomely staggering earth; for the Omnipotent Sun,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was tirelessly showering bountiful
droplets of rain upon dreadfully parched soil; for the voluptuously crimson
clouds,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was majestically oozing
unfathomable tons of sparkling honey with the exuberant breeze; for the
boisterously flirtatious honey bee,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was fulminating the inner most
arenas of his heart and soul into an unsurpassable valley of vivacious
graciousness; for the celestially wandering artist,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was replenishing itself with
quintessentially ingratiating droplets of water; for the traumatically agonized and
scorched throat,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was enchanting diffusing into an
endless entrenchment of astoundingly spell binding rhyme; for the melodiously
blessed nightingale,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was ubiquitously disseminating its
scent of poignantly handsome friendship; for the vibrantly ravishing and eternally
exotic rose,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was iridescently un unfurling into a
river of mystically milky pearls; for the gloriously regale and fascinating stars,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was ubiquitously propagating the
message of unconquerably heavenly peace; for the harbingers of egalitarian
humanity,
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For me to bond with her was as important; as was exultatingly jubilant and
cardinally crimson blood; for the intricately sensitive veins,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was intransigently fantasizing in
the realms of fabulously blessed paradise; for the walls of infinite infinity,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was towering as the most
unparalleled conqueror; for the irrevocably Herculean and invincibly supreme
mountain tips,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was fabulously disintegrating into
a countless billion pieces; for the tumultuously descending and poignantly
pristine avalanche,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was sporting an immaculate
blanket of heavenly mesmerizing fur; for the timelessly humble and innocent
sheep,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was portraying an unequivocally
candid reflection; for the flamingly eloquent and scintillating mirror,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was gargantuan lakes of virgin
water; for the impeccably gliding and heavenly fish,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was romancing in inexorably
wonderful titillation; for the charismatically incarcerating eyelashes,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was the art of culminating into
rhythmically incanting sound; for the rosily forked and fantastically tangy tongue,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was the unfettered sailing on
gigantically stormy ocean waters; for the harmoniously crafted and brimming to
capacity; passenger ship,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was the art of indispensably ardent
sustenance; for the miserably slavering beggar,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was unraveling into a tale of
reinvigoratingly tangy froth after clashing against the shores; for the
aristocratically undulating waves,
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For me to bond with her was as important; as was tranquil waves of gregariously
serene and rejuvenating shade; for the preposterously dreary and horrifically
staggering traveler,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was boundless rivers of
unblemished mother's milk; for the freshly born and divinely wailing infant,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was enthrallingly ecstatic rainbows
to spawn up in the oligarchic cosmos; after it rained euphorically under the
dazzlingly profound rays of the midday Sun,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was for the spirit to holistically
liberate from the immaculate body; after veritably inevitable and absolute death,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was tears of happiness to flow
after witnessing its departed ones; for the wonderfully princely and emphatically
eclectic eye,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was bouncing in the aisles of
uncontrollably uninhibited and untamed mischief; for the incessantly winking
chimpanzee,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was wholesomely freeing every
iota of his irrefutably sacrosanct motherland; for the patriotically unflinching and
valiantly intrepid soldier,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was the chapter of timelessly
magnificent proliferation and opalescently blossoming newness; for the
Omnisciently
Almighty Lord,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was the dance of perennial glory in
torrentially seductive rain; for the majestic winged and blissful peacock,
For me to bond with her was as important; as was inhaling limitless gallons of
effulgently Omnipotent air; for the miserably impoverished and diminutive
nostril,
And for me to bond with her was as important; as was unleashing into a Universe
of unassailably immortal love; for the passionately thundering and
compassionately honest heart.
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Black
The Power of Black - Poems on Humanity, Social Cause, Poverty, Women
empowerment - volume 1 (183 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B003XVYJ78.
a Poem from my above described Book Black. A Color which surreptitiously tingles even the most obliviously dormant
crannies of your soul; to realms beyond the wisps of eternal eternity.
Black. A Color which triggers an unsurpassable inferno of hidden fires in your
naked skin; indefatigably tantalizing your nimble shadow to forever blend with
the celestially enamoring fabric of the night.
Black. A Color which inevitably magnetizes you towards even the most
infinitesimal speck of your surrounding environment; irrespective of your
indelibly vociferous denial to survive.
Black. A Color which engenders you to timelessly discover your ever-pervadingly
unbridled creativity; as you ardently gyrate in the passionately undying fabric of
the iridescent night.
Black. A Color which stupefies every conceivable patch of the whites of your eye;
transfixes you into a state of timelessly eternal bliss; with nothing else but a
cloud of everlasting sensuality as your sole savior.
Black. A Color which insatiably augments your desire to inexhaustibly proliferate;
inundate every perceivable filament of earth divine with cloudbursts of your
untamed virility; with none but amorphous darkness to discover.
Black. A Color which brings out the truest shades of your eclectically vibrant
personality; at times unleashing the unfettered animal within you; as you
ecstatically slaver and rollick on virgin mud; without a cloth to engulf your
uncontrollably shivering skin.
Black. A Color which renders every pore of your impeccable flesh in unlimited
bewilderment of the profound feel of boundless depth; transports you into an
unending labyrinth of ebulliently perennial desire.
Black. A Color which forever rectifies even the most inconspicuous trace of
inconsolably pulverizing misery; coalescing every form of torturous anguish in
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Busy
You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 15 (141 pages) , at;
amazon.com/dp/B013H4F550.
a Poem from my above described Book The clouds were mystically busy; in showering tantalizing globules of rain; upon
fathomless territories of agonizingly parched soil,
The Sun was flamingly busy; in magically sizzling every cranny of this
boundlessly congenial Universe; with golden beams of its optimistically
enchanting light,
The spiders were fabulously busy; in enamoringly weaving silken strands of
webs; euphorically bouncing in the threads; fervently anticipating the prey of
their choice,
The fires were swelteringly busy; in charring even the most infinitesimal iota of
tenacious logwood; to threadbare bits of minuscule ash,
The clowns were ludicrously busy; in tumultuously evoking a festoon of
unfathomable smiles; on the faces of all those besieged with cloudbursts of
inexplicable gloom,
The eagles were majestically busy; in enshrouding every bit of drearily insipid
space; with exuberant draughts of exotic air,
The snakes were ominously busy; in stealthily waiting for innocuously sparkling
skin; ebullient chunks of flesh to venomously infiltrate their murderously sinister
fangs; in,
The fortresses were invincibly busy; in compassionately sequestering all those
disastrously orphaned and dithering; from the acrimoniously mighty onslaught;
of
the turgidly satanic society,
The clothes were amiably busy; in shielding innocently naked skin from
vindictively frozen avalanches of wind; as well as tyrannically ferocious rays of;
the uncouthly blistering afternoon,
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You looked more ravishing than the fairies; when I sighted you under
flamboyantly fiery rays of dazzling Sunlight,
You looked more mesmerizing than the heavenly waterfalls; when I sighted you
under milky beams of resplendent moonlight,
You looked more innocuous than the freshly born infant; when I sighted you
under ethereally evanescent shadows of dawn,
You looked more tantalizing than the full blossomed vivacious peacock; when I
sighted you in the overwhelmingly murky camouflage of dusk,
But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side; profoundly lost in your
eternal dreams; with every beat of yours bonding immortally with mine.
You looked more celestial than the angels; when I sighted you frolicking
flirtatiously in the ocean waves,
You looked more enchanting than the myriad of profusely poignant rose; when I
sighted you blushing in untamed embarrassment,
You looked more seductive than the most voluptuous of nights; when I sighted
you gallivanting euphorically upon your golden horse,
You looked more immaculate that the crusts of pristine snow; when I sighted you
spreading your lips into a spell binding smile,
But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side; profoundly lost in your
eternal dreams; with every beat of yours bonding immortally with mine.
Your looked more surreally fabulous than the most unfathomable of dream; when
I sighted you soaring through the handsomely misty clouds,
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You looked more exuberant than the thunderously gushing breeze; when I
sighted you wholesomely drenched in ebullient globules of fresh rain,
You looked more astonishing than royally crackling flames of fire; when I sighted
you embellished in a festoon of silver oyster pearls,
You looked more fragrant than the field of newly sprouted lotus; when I sighted
you philandering barefoot in the wilderness of the enigmatic midnight,
But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side; profoundly lost in your
eternal dreams; with every beat of yours bonding immortally with mine.
You looked more sagacious than any prudent entity on this planet; when I
sighted you communicating with the flock of impeccable pigeons; perched
majestically on
your rubicund palms,
You looked more alluring than the incredulously striped rainbow in the sky; when
I sighted you whistling and staring unrelentingly into exotically open space,
You looked more dense than most fathomless of forests; when I sighted you
batting your eyelids towards the mirror; an infinite times,
You looked more special than anybody else on this planet; when I sighted tears
of poignant philanthropism; dribble down from your irrefutably sacred eyes,
But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side; profoundly lost in your
eternal dreams; with every beat of yours bonding immortally with mine.
Nikhil Parekh
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Delightful Farm
Hide and Seek - part 7 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems (76 pages) , at;
amazon.com/dp/B0159CX3R0.
a Poem from my above described Book The placid pebble in blue water,
The yellow Sun evading the skies,
A black cloud of mixed feeling,
The blue tear strained eyes.
The
The
The
The
The
The
The
The
The
The
The
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Don't mess with the Sun; it would burn you to infinitesimal moles of inane ash;
which wouldn't be accepted even by the land of disastrously disappearing
oblivion,
Don't mess with the Shark; it would pulverize every element of your countenance
to such a pulverized chowder; that wouldn't be visible with even the most
contemporarily high powered telescope,
Don't mess with the avalanche; it would treacherously bury you an infinite feet
beneath your corpse; a place so scurrilously asphyxiating beneath the earth;
where
even darkness dreaded to dare,
Don't mess with obsession; it would maniacally frazzle every sensuously sensitive
vein of your persona; reduce you to such a bundle of delirious meaninglessness
that even the coffins of hell would blatantly refuse,
Don't mess with the ghost; it would wretchedly jinx you beyond the
comprehensions of infinite infinity; torturing you to such an extent; that you
vomited raw blood everytime you witnessed the contours of your face,
Don't mess with the storm; it would inexhaustibly lambaste you against coldblooded stone; till the time your bones felt that wholesomely gruesome
extinction was a better alternative instead,
Don't mess with the knife; it would slice you into so many unsparing countless
bits; that even the most hideously barbaric vultures would find it bizarrely gory
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to digest,
Don't mess with the lion; it wouldn't given you even the most evanescent chance
to fulfill your last wish; before it gobbled you like a robust mosquito for its
afternoon lunch,
Don't mess with corruption; it would make every step of your blissfully
resplendent existence; more egregiously strangulating than the werewolves of
ghoulishly satanic hell,
Don't mess with the vampish seductress; she would firstly tantalize you to
realms beyond supremely ecstatic paradise; only to mercilessly excoriate apart
every bit of your skin; for stitching her compassionate night-coat,
Don't mess with the gallows; they would surreptitiously creep upon you in your
celestially contented slumber; to make it nefariously and irretrievably
permanent,
Don't mess with the bat; it would so barbarously pluck the whites and blacks of
your beautiful eyes; that your face would dissolve into laconically inconspicuous
space for times immemorial,
Don't mess with the mirage; it would satiate the chords of your agonizingly
charred throat till beyond eternal eternity; before eventually making you lick
granules of dry sand with acidulous thorns embedded inside; instead,
Don't mess with lightening; it would numb the quintessential nexus of your
existence to such a threshold; that even the most cannibalistic swords
massacring your head would seem to you as a flutter of a seductive eyelash,
Don't mess with symbiotism; it would sodomize the chapters of your harmonious
survival in such a way; that traumatic incarceration would become your sole
mantra to whimperingly exist,
Don't mess with blood; it would abandon you forever in the gutterpipe of
ostracizing deceit; beheading you as a lecherously parasitic alien; although you
were its cardinally very own,
And don't mess with love; it would grant you such a diabolical death for
betraying and tampering with its insuperably Omnipotent spirit; that life in any
form; shape or fraternity; would never ever in even the most obsolete of birth;
accept you once again
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infatuation towards; nibbling her Omnipotent ears with his softly developing
teeth,
While to be indefatigably tickled on his blissfully endowing ribs; all he had to do
was; naughtily play hide and seek with my profoundly twinkling eyes.
He smiled the smile of the angels in her vivaciously resplendent arms; irrefutably
accepting her unconquerable breath and sweat; as the sole tonic to survive,
While to be taken round every cranny of our dwelling; as well as unrelentingly
explore the sprouting garden outside; all he had to do was; gently pat me on my
fervently awaiting and already bent shoulders.
He intransigently adored her celestial countenance for being the most beautifully
bountiful on this entire planet; immortally imprisoning her invincible picture;
for infinite more births to come; in his heart; mind; and righteous conscience,
While to be bequeathed upon even the most infinitesimal of desire in his life; all
he had to do was; passionately address me by any name that he wanted; forever
he would always remain as my blood; as my heavenly child.
And although he sporadically probed her for something; and at times holistically
leaned upon my demeanor for that object eluding his timelessly Omnipotent
senses,
He had impregnably bestowed upon both of us an honor which made us exist as
the richest organisms for countless more births of ours yet to unfurl; O! yes an
indescribable richness of being his Only; Father and Mother.
Nikhil Parekh
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God Himself
' 1 God - Poems on God, Creator - volume 1 (166 pages) ', at;
amazon.com/dp/B003XVYIM4.
a Poem from my above described Book He whom you can explicitly see is not God,
And he who was the strongest; without the most minuscule form appearing even
in flaming Sunlight; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you can profoundly feel is not God,
And he who was entirely ungraspable; without even leaving an untidy footprint
after majestically traversing on soil; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but
God himself.
He whom you could magnificently create is not God,
And he who exists in an incomprehensibly fathomless myriad of forms; was not
one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you can profusely imagine is not God,
And he who remains perpetually obscure even after floating in each particle of
the exotic atmosphere; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you can vividly dream about is not God,
And he who propelled every brain to think beyond corridors of the unbelievably
extraordinary; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you can coin your destiny with is not God,
And he who was maneuvering the lives of boundless at the mere tip of his little
finger; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you can cremate is not God,
And he who was immortally living; since unprecedented centuries ago even
before this earth was created; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God
himself.
He whom you can admire is not God,
And he who was bestowing an everlasting labyrinth of beauty every unfurling
second; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.
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Greatest Love
The Power of Black - Poems on Humanity, Social Cause, Poverty, Women
empowerment - volume 2 (248 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B015I13REQ.
Poetry from my Book as above mentioned The Greatest Happiness on this Universe was in; bringing unsurpassable
Happiness to the lives of all those; unfortunately divested of mesmerizing
fortunes; tragically lambasted by strokes of uncouth destiny from all sides,
The Greatest Victory on this Universe was in; bringing unassailable Victory to the
lives of all those; miserably slithering without their loved ones; despicably
sinking deeper and deeper into the graveyard at every step; for ostensibly no
fault of theirs,
The Greatest Enlightenment on this Universe was in; bringing spell binding
Enlightenment to the lives of all those; ignominiously oppressed and ostracized
by every quarter of the acrimoniously tyrannical society; lugubriously swooning
with every unfurling instant of time,
The Greatest Empathy on this Universe was in; bringing bountiful Empathy to the
lives of all those; diabolically marauding the silken fabric of immaculate
atmosphere; unrelentingly staring ahead with savagely untamed hatred in their
eyes,
The Greatest Melody on this Universe was in; bringing enchanting Melody to the
lives of all those; wailing a billion tears of monotony a minute; obnoxiously
besieged in the marketplace of bizarrely horrendous manipulation and malice,
The Greatest Euphoria on this Universe was in; bringing unconquerable Euphoria
to the lives of all those; preposterously decimated by even the most evanescent
trace of passing breeze,
The Greatest Benevolence on this Universe was in; bringing altruistic
Benevolence to the lives of all those; maniacally incarcerated in dungeons of
insane bloodshed and criminal malevolence,
The Greatest Optimism on this Universe was in; bringing unprecedented
Optimism to the lives of all those; disparagingly crippling towards the aisles of
inexplicably gruesome nothingness,
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The Greatest Strength on this Universe was in; bringing invincible Strength to the
lives of all those; being brutally tortured every unfurling second of their lives; by
the hands of the mercilessly whipping devil,
The Greatest Wealth on this Universe was in; bringing endless Wealth to the lives
of all those innocent messengers of the Almighty Lord; derogatorily
surviving in the horrifically stinking gutter lines,
The Greatest Compassion on this Universe was in; bringing eternal Compassion
to the lives of all those; miserably orphaned since the very first cry of life;
abominably kicked into the corridors of salaciously stagnating poverty,
The Greatest Sparkle on this Universe was in; bringing an unflinching Sparkle to
the lives of all those; opprobriously underprivileged molecules of the Lord
Divine; for whom life was nothing but a corpse of remorsefully penalizing
darkness,
The Greatest Humanity on this Universe was in; bringing unshakable Humanity to
the lives of all those; maliciously adulterated and bereft of the divine; satanically
sucking blood from even the most astoundingly similar of their kind,
The Greatest Penance on this Universe was in; bringing everlasting Penance to
the lives of all those; indiscriminately massacring the impeccably holistic;
ruthlessly snatching an impoverished child from the lap of its sacrosanct other,
The Greatest Solidarity on this Universe was in; bringing perpetual solidarity to
the lives of all those; heinously infiltrated in the webs of spuriously raunchy
commercialism; surreptitiously waiting each moment to wring their comrades
neck,
The Greatest Truth on this Universe was in; bringing irrefutable Truth to the lives
of all those; sordidly fretting and fuming in the dungeons of dastardly
depraving lies; ghastily castigating even the most majestic elements of God's
creation; with the foul spit in their mouths,
The Greatest Fantasy on this Universe was in; bringing tantalizing Fantasy to the
lives of all those; lividly cursing each resplendently Omnipotent aspect of their
persona; abusing existence in terminologies more condemnable than what the
devil could ever conceive,
The Greatest Purpose on this Universe was in; bringing gloriously symbiotic
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Purpose to the lives of all those; deliberately pulverizing each instant of their
miraculously Omniscient life; with the swords of baselessly meaningless religion,
And the Greatest Love on this Universe was in; bringing immortal love to the
lives of all those; frigidly wanting to embrace gory death; with a heart
all right but sadly without the most diminutive of beats.
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Holy Marriage
You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 3 (170 pages) , at;
amazon.com/dp/B011JALK8U.
A Poem from my above described Book Every thunderstorm in the sky; was accompanied by pelting rain,
Every festival celebrated on earth; was accompanied with loads of vibrant
color,
Every bird flapping its wings in the atmosphere; was accompanied by revitalizing
draughts of free air,
Every wave clashing against the rocks; was accompanied by gallons of silken
froth,
Every irritation in the intricate eye; was accompanied by a disdainful redness
enveloping its crystalline white,
Every tiger transgressing through jungle territory; was accompanied by his
thunderous growl,
Every entity walking through the land in light; was accompanied by its lanky
shadow,
Every delicious meal devoured with relish; was accompanied by a discordant
burp,
Every midnight after a hectic days work; was accompanied by an everlasting
yawn,
Every slab of ice placed on a granary of sand; was accompanied by sweating of
water,
Every watch adorned smartly on the wrists; was accompanied by the ticking of
its slender needles,
Every jewel embellished on the ring; was accompanied by magnificent shine,
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Every camel gallivanting languidly through the deserts; was accompanied by its
obnoxious yet delectable hunch,
Every stream placidly situated amidst the mountains; was accompanied by a few
ripples,
Every car sky rocketing into daylight; was accompanied by the whirring noise of
its tiers,
Every spurt of wholehearted laughter; was accompanied by gregarious smiles,
Every altercation; hurling of contemptuous abuse; was accompanied by hostile
war,
Every spell of rain in blistering sunlight; was accompanied by the opalescent
rainbow,
Every flame of blazing fire; was accompanied by inconspicuous wisps of frigid
smoke,
Every mother inhabiting the surface of this globe; was accompanied by her
darling children,
Every GOD residing in Heaven; was accompanied by omnipotent power,
And every anecdote of true love; unprecedented desire for each other; was
accompanied by 'HOLY MARRIAGE'.
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erect your shops selling bombs and explosives of the most denigrating degree?
With the oneness of his creation proudly sparkling from every inch of your
persona-OR With every of your valiant bone sadistically succumbing to the
commands of the devil-who simply couldn't wait for you to ignite his
amorphously deafening bomb?
With resolving to make the mantra of 'live and let live' the rhythm of your life-OR
With playing the filthiest of politics to burn one sect of the society into flames;
and become the sanctimonious unsung hero of others; to leapfrog towards your
blood-stained throne?
With being a harbinger of peace to unite every bereaved soul into a valley of
love-OR With indulging into vandalism of the highest order; as you banged
explosive shells into breathing grass to release the inexplicable frustration of
your fists?
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HOW WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO WELCOME GOD ON DIWALI?
With simple 'diyas (lamps) ' of love; compassion; truth in your homes and all
across your heart- OR With dousing the entire harmless street with petrol and
then lighting the matchstick to witness it disintegrate into bits of worthless
nothingness and flames?
With a scepter of righteousness in your chest and unflinching stride which
shunted all lies- OR With a manipulatively farcical bunch of friends who laughed
till death as they viewed millions of bombs produce a diabolical crackle in the
heavenly night?
With a mission to conserve and nourish his unbridled environment with
your very own breath and till your death- OR With shooing every helpless bird
and animal on the streets as you struck them with misery after misery of
demonic smoke and ear-shattering sound?
With a pledge to follow the Religion of Humanity; the only religion he guided you
to follow; till the time you existed-OR With dead human bodies and corpses on
your shoulders-which you hadn't deliberately killed; but were a victim of your
riotously carefree fire-cracker splurge?
With kneeling down to his Omniscient holy spirit and asking for forgiveness for
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every of your erroneously human misdeed-OR With devastating every bit of his
sacrosanct earth with rancid fire-only to show to the world the multiple varieties
of bombs and explosives you'd spent on to make merry in the dead?
Well. Well. Well. I'll leave you to answer these questions on your own- as we've
all been blessed with a conscience; heart; soul and spirit to immortally love; by
the same God who is one for all of us.
And whilst you do so; All I'll do is pray to him; that you take the right decision
this time and everytime; as we gear up to celebrate a very happy Diwali and
prosperous New Year.
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I Promise
You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 16 (96 pages) , at;
amazon.com/dp/B013I2E8J0.
Poetry from my above mentioned Book Embrace me like I've forever wanted to embrace every pore of your sensuously
poignant silhouette; and I promise I'll embrace you till times beyond infinite
infinity; embrace you even more than ever before,
Nibble me like I've forever wanted to nibble the pungently robust outlines of your
radiantly rubicund ears; and I promise I'll nibble you till times beyond infinite
infinity; nibble you even more than ever before,
Kiss me like I've forever wanted to kiss every swirl of untamed passion on your
insuperably scarlet lips; and I promise I'll kiss you till times beyond infinite
infinity; kiss you even more than ever before,
Tease me like I've forever wanted to tease your impeccably uninhibited persona;
and I promise I'll tease you till times beyond infinite infinity; tease you even
more than ever before,
Tantalize me like I've forever wanted to tantalize the redolently cavorting goosebumps on your skin; and I promise I'll tantalize you till times beyond infinite
infinity; tantalize you even more than ever before,
Encircle me like I've forever wanted to sacredly encircle every benign goodness
that drifted from your altruistic soul; and I promise I'll encircle you till times
beyond infinite infinity; encircle you even more than ever before,
Enchant me like I've forever wanted to enchant every pathway that you tread
in the tenure of your convivially symbiotic life; and I promise I'll enchant you till
times beyond infinite infinity; enchant you even more than ever before,
Enlighten me like I've forever wanted to enlighten even the most infinitesimally
dolorous aspect of your blessed existence; and I promise I'll enlighten you till
times beyond infinite infinity; enlighten you even more than ever before,
Date me like I've forever wanted to date even the most diminutive element of
your majestically heavenly form; and I promise I'll date you till times beyond
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ever before,
But Love me OR don't Love me like I've forever and ever and ever and
unconquerably loved you; and I still promise to love you till times beyond infinite
infinity; irrespective of your unjustifiable abhorrence for me;
love you even more than ever before.
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I Resided
You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 13 (143 pages) , at;
amazon.com/dp/B013CQYE1O.
a Poem from my above described Book I didn't miss your majestic eyes the slightest; didn't even think an inconspicuous
trifle about their voluptuous charm,
I resided in their grandiloquent glory instead; floating in their poignant passion
since centuries immemorial.
I didn't miss your seductive lips the slightest; didn't even think an inconspicuous
trifle about their passionately rubicund mellow,
I resided in their enigmatic smiles instead; compassionately caressing their
periphery every unfurling minute of the day.
I didn't miss your ravishing hair the slightest; didn't even think an inconspicuous
trifle about their silken glory,
I resided in their trail of incomprehensible fascination instead; blossoming into
exuberant newness as you swished them towards the flaming Sun.
I didn't miss your enchanting skin the slightest; didn't even think an
inconspicuous trifle about its mesmerizing beauty,
I resided in its brilliantly ebullient streaks instead; getting tickled like an
innocuous fairy each time you traced it with your nails.
I didn't miss your emphatic memory the slightest; didn't even think an
inconspicuous trifle about your incredulously charismatic presence; which
captivated even the God's,
I resided in your island of exotic dreams instead; invincibly conquering every
barricade on this planet; each time you tossed like a freshly married bride; on
the golden mattress.
I didn't miss your mystical shadow the slightest; didn't even think an
inconspicuous trifle about its profound shimmering,
I resided in its satiny movement instead; dreaming beyond the ultimate paradise
created by God; each time you bounced under the resplendent blanket of stars.
I didn't miss your robust complexioned palms the slightest; didn't even think an
inconspicuous trifle about their magnetic touch,
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I Spoke Allah
a Poem from my Book - ' 1 God - Poems on God, Creator - volume 3 (170 pages)
'; which you can read
at amazon.com/dp/B013SKW2QI.
POETRY I SPOKE ALLAH
I spoke a blatantly incorrigible NO; when the unconventional society
manipulatively cajoled me to leave my poetry and do an obnoxiously mundane
office
job instead,
I spoke a congenial PLEASE; when I wanted to be wholesomely with my beloved;
wanted to uninhibitedly admire her and infact she wanted to mlange with the
glittering and star studded party,
I spoke a pathetically morose SORRY; when I had committed a blunder at home;
broken my neighbors glass pane; with the obdurate cricket ball I was tossing
wildly in my hands,
I spoke an audaciously domineering EXCUSE ME; when I was being irascibly
poked in the cumbersomely long queue; and each time I as I felt my number had
finally arrived at the ticket counter; somebody else barged in forcibly; disrupting
all my fun,
I spoke a compassionate THANK YOU; when the things I insatiably desired; were
delivered at lightening speeds on my feathered doorstep,
I spoke an inevitable YES; when the girl of my dreams; the divinely charisma of
my perceptions; invited me to embark on a shopping spree of the contemporarily
fabulous city,
I spoke a supremely cordial HELLO; when I met a person for the first time in my
life; didn't know the slightest as regards his uncanny persona,
I spoke an inadvertently embarrassing IDIOT; when the imbecile donkey
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heavenly alike,
The shadows suddenly started to mischievously flirt with the vividly life-yielding
ground; merrily jingling even as the serene tranquility of dusk was a
overwhelmingly far-fetched cry,
And an unconquerable cistern of enchantingly vibrant clouds suddenly
perpetuated the sky from all sides; irrevocably crowning it as a royal prince of all
times,
O! Yes; your guess was as good as anybody else's on this endless planet; all
satanically impeding sweat was soon about to evaporate till times beyond infinite
infinity; it was soon going to miraculously rain.
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The peacocks suddenly unveiled their feathers a wholesomely profound blossom;
disseminating a wave of ravishing excitement in even the most infinitesimally
deadened particle in the lugubrious atmosphere,
The bees suddenly started to melodiously sing and dance; Omnisciently
replenishing many a traumatically agonizing heart; with a mountain of
incomprehensibly unending sweetness,
The snakes suddenly forgot to horrifically bite; sensuously intermingling for times
immemorial; with the last rays of the setting Sun,
And a panoramically exotic canvas of enigmatic clouds suddenly enshrouded the
Herculean sky; impregnably clinging to it like the ultimate seductress of its
impoverished life,
O! Yes; your guess was as good as anybody else's on this timeless planet; the
mercilessly decimating battlefield of belligerent heat was soon about to crumble
like a pack of cards; it was soon going to
perpetually rain.
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Inevitable Death
Life = Death - volume 7 - Poems on Life, Death (169 pages) , at;
amazon.com/dp/B014S1FR2M.
a Poem from my above described Book Every day I polished my teeth with scintillating toothpaste; scrupulously
scrapping even the most minuscule chunk of dirt trapped in the interiors within,
Every day I washed my body tenaciously with raw soap; intricately extracting
even the most infinitesimal particle of dandruff from my scalp,
Every day I trimmed my nails; judiciously seeing to it that they didn't protrude
even a trifle more than necessary,
Every day I placed my soggy shoes in blistering sunlight; in order to fumigate
even the last ounce of fungus disdainfully adhering incorrigibly to my shoes,
Every day I ironed my clothes with a steaming iron; profoundly ensuring that
every single little cringe metamorphosed itself into handsome neat folds,
Every day I applied tons of redolent powder on my skin; spraying every cranny
of my armpits with rejuvenating fountains of pungent scent,
Every day I massaged soothing sandalwood paste on my cheeks; in order to
impart my fatigued complexion with that immortal shine and bountiful glow,
Every day I wore expensive designer shirts; with an array of stunningly gaudy
designs embossed within; making me the darling of all teenage girls,
Every day I consumed several bottles of sparkling spring water; to pacify the
unrelenting fires smoldering violently in my scorched throat,
Every day I drove in a new car; letting its swanky interiors and Herculean speed
flamboyantly ignite the dormant adventurer in my persona,
Every day I visited a myriad of valleys and royal palace; with a festoon of
glittering images taking complete control of my fading imagination,
Every day I conversed with the most mesmerizing of fairies every existing in this
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Universe; let the enchantment in their eyes drown me into a valley of perpetual
bliss,
Every day I suckled boundless cans of succulent food and ravishing beer; gulped
and chewed indefatigably to my ultimate heart's content,
Every day I philandered in rustic cowboy boots through sprawling territories of
the meadow; chasing the sheep and peacocks; blending myself profusely with
the natural environment,
Every day I sighted my reflection in the most fascinating of glass on the globe for
hours immemorial; sipped delectable streams of honey and herbal tea; seated
within the plush interiors of the grandiloquently golden aircraft,
Every day I signed countless number of cheques with my bulky leather pen;
shaking hands with towering business magnates and a flurry of prominent
ministers,
Every day I listened to the most enigmatic of tunes floating passionately on this
planet, relishing the mystical froth of the waterfalls cascading through my curled
eyelashes,
Every day I gobbled down a battalion of robust vitamins; to fortify and replenish
my body against dirt and inexplicable disease,
Every day I donated millions of currency coins amongst all those who badly
needed it; dispensed the colossal treasury of my wealth with gay abandon and
according to my own will,
Every day I basked in the aisles of unprecedented desire; possessing every
intangible object I laid my eyes upon; with the unfathomable power of my
wealth,
And yet one day; I found myself buried gruesomely under the morbid corpse;
with all my so called ostentation and pretention; now thoroughly blended with
small specks of smoky dirt;
Inevitable death had unsparingly mixed me along with infinite others in the soil;
and the thing that I was never ready to believe at any stage of my bombastic
life; had now snatched me away within fractions of seconds along with my entire
mountain of so called wealth and fame.
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Just gifting her with some conventionally sleek contraptions; doesn't mean that
you had veritably stolen her heart forever,
Just pacing around her seductive countenance; engulfed by a river of nervous
sweat; doesn't mean that you could wholesomely commiserate with her
proliferating sorrow,
Just wishing her the earliest on her birthday; doesn't mean that you topped her
list of boundless admirers,
Just wholesomely applauding her melodiously captivating voice; doesn't mean
that you comprehended the agony besieging her soul,
Just frequenting her dwelling insurmountable number of times in the day; doesn't
mean that you were the closest to her; till the time she breathed,
Just emulating her every impeccable action; doesn't mean that you were her
greatest connoisseur,
And just marrying her in the most grandiloquent fashion on this earth; doesn't
mean that you really loved her; had made her yours for times even beyond;
what you could contemplate.
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Life = Death
Life = Death - volume 1 - Poems on Life, Death (172 pages) , at;
amazon.com/dp/B003XVYJ8W.
a Poem from my above described Book Smell each rose that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there
wasn't going to be another rose ever to be born as pristine; and then feel the
unconquerably true fragrance descend perpetually down your senses,
Clamber each mountain that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if
there wasn't going to be another mountain ever to be born as enchanting; and
then feel the insuperably unflinching spirit of true adventure catapult you beyond
the land of eternal paradise,
Overtake each impediment that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if
there wasn't going to be another impediment ever to be born as perilously
demonic; and then feel the unparalleled waves of true satisfaction celestially
descend down your innocuous conscience,
Admire each seawave that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there
wasn't going to be another seawave ever to be born as romantically undulating;
and then exult in the true euphoria of tangy newness for times immemorial,
Absorb each wind that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there
wasn't going to be another wind ever to be born as effulgently vivacious; and
then feel unfathomable gorges of sensuously true exhilaration; impregnably
enshroud you from all sides,
Flirt each nubile maiden that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if
there wasn't going to be another maiden ever to be born as tantalizingly
inexplicable; and then feel the triumphantly true beads of voluptuous sweat;
forever glisten on your
blessed flesh,
Praise each humanitarian that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if
there wasn't going to be another humanitarian ever to be born as symbiotically
iridescent; and then feel the spirit of peerlessly true camaraderie unassailably
wrap you in the cradle of everlasting togetherness,
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Eat each salubrious fruit that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if
there wasn't going to be another fruit ever to be born as scrumptiously divine;
and then feel true heavenly contentment beautifully waft from the walls of your
holistic
stomach; as you slept,
Stare each star that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn't
going to be another start ever to be born as spectacularly opalescent; and
the feel truly optimistic enlightenment profoundly cheer up your every dreary
night,
Dance with each peacock that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if
there wasn't going to be another peacock ever to be born as vividly charismatic;
and then feel the true beams of unimaginably victorious color paint the
obliviously vacant canvas of your despairing life,
Sing each rhythm that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there
wasn't going to be another rhythm ever to be born as seductively mellifluous;
and then feel the melody of true existence unlimitedly empower you on your
every step,
Emulate each child that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there
wasn't going to be another child ever to be born as impeccably unhindered; and
then feel the true virtue of irrefutably unconquerable honesty; perpetuate every
cranny of
your miserably dying demeanor,
Dream each night that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there
wasn't going to be another night ever to be born as wonderfully inebriating; and
then feel the true cisterns of rapturously silken titillation; endlessly drift you
towards paradise,
Chase each desire that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there
wasn't going to be another desire ever to be born as philanthropically fructifying;
and then feel even the most infinitesimally disappearing ingredient of your
wastrel blood; suddenly and truly wanting to live,
Embrace each religion that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there
wasn't going to be another religion ever to be born as blissfully bonding; and
then feel the greatest of God's bestow you for your truly unrestricted
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Embellish each moment that you encountered in you life in such a way; as if
there wasn't going to be another moment ever to be born as synergistically
untainted;
and then feel the wings of perennial liberation truly kissing the tyrannically
monotonous fangs of your existence,
Inhale each breath that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there
wasn't going to be another breath ever to be born as poignantly Omnipotent; and
then feel the oceans of unceasingly majestic artistry truly exude from every pore
of your shriveled persona,
Love each heartbeat that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there
wasn't going to be another heartbeat ever to be born as immortally passionate;
and then feel like the most pricelessly blessed and truly procreating organism
alive; for an infinite more lifetimes,
And lead each day that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there
wasn't going to be another day ever to be born as fragrantly unfettered; and
then feel the pain of veritably snatching death; anytime; anywhere; wonderfully
equivalent to the chapter of royally burgeoning life.
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I didn't know whether the bird perched on the roof- would choose to peck at
grains strewn in bountiful abundance around; or whether it'd dabble its beak just
an insouciant trifle into the few droplets of water in the bowl,
I didn't know whether the offsprings would abruptly leave their mother one day;
or whether they'd all continue to exist till destined in their abode replenished
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But irrespective of this or that we did not know - what I and every single one of
us living beings definitely and irrefutably know; is that every mortal life taken
birth upon the soil by God's grace- is destined to be dead when God wants.
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For Life's a complete circle. And whatever blessedly good or unforgivably sinful
that you do in the tenure of your destined life; comes back to you sometime or
the other in the same equivalent form and in this very lifetime of yours; without
caring the slightest; thinking about; or waiting for the tiniest of heaven or ribald
hell
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realityas the planet outside passionately rose to the uncanny thrill; challenges
and enigma of life,
They were pages for which not the tiniest of nightfall seemed to existas
minuscule mortals just like each one of us on earth; immortalized them with the
Sun of brilliance in his/her own inimitably distinctive style,
They were pages whose unbelievable fragrance of newness pumped fresh life into
every depressed and deadcharmed civilization after an infinite civilization with
the most spectacularly golden moments of their time,
They were pages which encompassed even the minutest details of invention,
innovation and the brilliance laden in each draught of windbeautifully depicting
each stark shade of existence at its infallible best,
They were pages which were a royal blend of amazing editorial dexterity and
talent extraordinairewhich ignited even the most dormant arenas of the brain
to perceive beyond the definitions of pragmatic time,
They were pages which truly proved that the whole world was your
audiencewhilst you were the sole magician on stage; to mesmerize, enchant
and overpower the impossible in your tiny fist,
They were pages which coined miraculously new levels of human endurance and
possibilityunveiling a boundless new dimensions to every sealed opportunity of
life,
They were pages which were true patriots till their very last breath and
beyondnot only saluting their beloved soil; but portraying its most undefeated
essence to the entire world outside,
They were pages which increased your conviction to lead life multifold with each
read-triggered each ingredient of your blood to do something uniquely
exuberantand do it now,
They were pages which conquered over even the most invisible trace of the devil
and lieswith the most spectacularly charismatic adventures of victorythat
mankind has ever witnessed,
They were pages from India's best book of Records: ' The Limca Book of Records'
ranked only 2nd officially to the Guinness Book of World Recordshighlighting
the very best from amongst a billion Indians- year after year after year of the
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And even if I took birth for a countless more lifetimes O! Almighty Lord and
unequivocally liberated all my wealth; I would still be an infinite births too short
to repay you back for all sacrosanct goodness; that you have so magnanimously
showered upon me,
In the end; I humbly abnegate praying; long live humanity; long live innocence;
and most importantly; long live love; and long live GODLY life.
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It proved the most stupendously inadvertent excuse to meet up at just about any
time of the day and that too triggering that smile of satisfaction upon the lips
relishing it,
It reinvigorated fading muscle and bone with indispensable boost to lead life
Kingsize bond and embrace the most alien of neighbor with the power of
fortuitous love,
It metamorphosed pulverized failures into the champions of a fresh optimistic
dawn rendering in them the unabashed fortitude to stand up for the cause of
unparalleled righteousness,
It rekindled the rays of desire in pathetically shriveled bloodstreams as the
living kind made merry; whispered; chatted and blended into the river of love
with a new found hope to procreate,
It worked as a balm of compassionate friendship upon those haplessly aggrieved
and lamenting the loss of their near and dear as the chapter of death inevitably
occurred when destined,
It was something that rendered all spurious demonstrations of power and wealth
on earth utterly useless as even the richest of all humans melanged with those
begging on the roadside - to consume it; as disasters like the earthquake struck,
It not only helped people earn livelihood as they cooked; garnished; packed and
transported it but added an indomitable aura of satisfaction to their lives as
they served it to all those in dire need of it,
It miraculously helped in mollifying the most hoarsely wailing children
nourishing them with the gift of harmony - to evolve into the philanthropically
noble citizens of tomorrow,
It prompted dialogues of peace and benevolent betterment even before armies
could cross sides as they preferred to arrive to a harmonious consensus of love
and togetherness after eating to their unbridled content,
It was a universal need that naturally arose at some time or the other in
everyone irrespective of any religion or tribe; impregnably indicating that were
all created by the same God and infront of him; nothing,
It cultivated this most wonderfully altruistic habit of eating in the same plate; as
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humanitarian care,
Such was food and its majestic power.
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Ghastly war could only win; countless screams of all those haplessly orphaned
children; who hopelesslystared into the desolately maiming open spaces of hell;
with the blood soaked bodies of their parents upon their innocuous shoulders,
Treacherous war could only win; countless curses of all those brutally lambasted
mothers; who indiscriminately lost their exuberant young sons; to the arrow of
carnivorously unforgivable malice,
Sadistic war could only win; countless nightmares of all those inexplicably
shivering on the heartlessly obdurate ground; barbarously naked and without the
tiniest leaf of humanity to engulf their wailing bones,
Inconsolable war could only win; countless slaps of all those relentlessly
searching for their inseparably lost ones; whose even the most infinitesimal
whisker wasn't to be found; under the most tenaciously blazing of sunlight,
Cold-blooded war could only win; countless abuses of all those rendered
devastatingly homeless; who now had no other option than to perennially reside
upon
graveyards of horrendously charred ash,
Parasitic war could only win; countless tears of all those still uncontrollably
oozing priceless blood; even infinite hours after the Sun had celestially set,
Wanton war could only win; countless agonies of all those who were left to
salaciously crawl on a single hand and foot for the remainder of their lives;
indefinably mutilated by the cannibalistic swords of dastardly abhorrence,
Hedonistic war could only win; countless impotencies of all those who were left
without their sacrosanct beloved's; and in whom the desire to further procreate
had inevitably died like the last brick of the deadened coffin,
Unsparing war could only win; countless infidelities of all those who'd completely
lost faith in every fraternity of living kind; gorily witnessing their loved ones
being acrimoniously pulverized like insouciantly deplorable matchsticks,
Satanic war could only win; countless vindications of all those inimitably new
born infants; who'd unfortunately seen their mother being ruthlessly slained; felt
her blood-soaked skull instead of amiably suckling her breast,
Prejudiced war could only win; countless frustrations of all those whose most
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ameliorating goodness; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God
and it is infallibly destined,
Neither could evolution stop manipulatively politicized monotony whenever it is
destined; nor could any monotony in anyways put brakes upon freshly spellbinding evolution; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it
is enchantingly destined,
Neither could happiness stop inexplicably aggrieved tears whenever they're
destined; nor could any tears in anyways put brakes upon impregnably
philanthropic happiness; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God
and it is jubilantly destined,
Neither could perseverance stop amorphously carcinogenic spirits whenever
they're destined; nor could any spirit in anyways put brakes upon victoriously
peerless perseverance; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God
and it is insuperably destined,
Neither could simplicity stop lackadaisically worthless pompousness whenever it
is destined; nor could any pompousness in anyways put brakes upon celestially
enamoring simplicity; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God
and it is ubiquitously destined,
Neither could Luck stop horrifically ghastly accidents whenever they're destined;
nor could any accident in anyways put brakes upon bountifully unconquerable
luck; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is
consummately destined,
Neither could silence stop satanically crucifying screams whenever they're
destined; nor could any scream in anyways put brakes upon magically stupefying
silence; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is
euphorically destined,
Neither could day stop ghoulishly plundering night whenever it is destined; nor
could any night in anyways put brakes upon the perpetually winning day;
whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is spell-bindingly
destined,
Neither could humanity stop gorily devastating war whenever it is destined; nor
could any war in anyways put brakes upon everlastingly priceless and uniting
humanity; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is
effulgently destined,
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Neither could devotion stop lividly profane infidelity whenever it is destined; nor
could any infidelity in anyways put brakes upon unshakably faithful devotion;
whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is holistically
destined,
Neither could innocence stop maliciously perilous adultery whenever it is
destined; nor could any adultery in anyways put brakes upon divinely virgin
innocence; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is
beautifully destined,
Neither could righteousness stop deliriously febrile parasites whenever they're
destined; nor could any parasites in anyways put brakes upon truthfully blessing
righteousness; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is
spectacularly destined,
Neither could life stop torturously annihilating death whenever it is destined; nor
could any death in anyways put brakes upon the chapters of vivaciously
iridescent and immortal life; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of
God and it is heavenly destined.
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No truth is ever born an egregiously marauding lie; from the womb of the
unconquerably Omnipresent and Perpetually bestowing heavens,
No honey is ever born iconoclastically prejudiced; from the womb of the
fantastically boisterous and enchantingly exotic honey bee,
No fruit is ever born forlornly deteriorated; from the womb of the quintessentially
mollifying and blissfully symbiotic mud,
No lion is ever born mercilessly trampling; from the womb of the uninhibitedly
fearless and synergistically blossoming forest,
No epitome is ever born lugubriously crumbling; from the womb of the invincibly
compassionate and inimitably towering mountain,
No continent is ever born atrociously bombarding; from the womb of the
tirelessly panoramic and unbelievably majestic globe,
No breath is ever born hissing parasitically pugnacious fire; from the womb of
the insuperably heavenly and insurmountably moistened nostril,
No beat is ever born murderously betraying; from the womb of the unassailably
godly and passionately thundering heart,
And no organism is ever born a reproachfully indiscriminate terrorist; from the
womb of its unshakably priceless and altruistically blessing mother.
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Nothing
LIfe = Death - volume 9 - Poems on Life, Death (191 pages) , at;
amazon.com/dp/B014WSZA82.
a Poem from my above described Book The instant I haughtily proclaimed that there was none more taller than me on
this fathomless Universe; I was reduced to a disdainfully pulverized mosquito; as
unfathomably mammoth avalanches of ice converged upon my staggering form
from all sides,
The instant I bawdily proclaimed that there was none more fairer than me on
this boundless Universe; I was reduced to a speck of inanely ludicrous charcoal;
as ferociously unsparing rays of the Sun licked every conceivable pore of my
trembling skin,
The instant I spuriously proclaimed that there was none more stronger than
me on this unceasing Universe; I was reduced to an inconspicuously frigid
pool of spit; as impregnably inimitable mountains crushed me into dungeons
of insipid worthlessness,
The instant I ostentatiously proclaimed that there was none more compassionate
than me on this endless Universe; I was reduced to a bizarrely barren and
uncontrollably shivering pinch of sand; as inferno's of everlasting desire
wholesomely burnt me in their perpetual swirl,
The instant I sanctimoniously proclaimed that there was none more intelligent
than me on this limitless Universe; I was reduced to an infinitesimally amorphous
spirit meaningless floating around; as the enchantingly radiating constellation of
stars in the sky majestically overwhelmed the pretentious daylights of my mind,
The instant I deliriously proclaimed that there was none more eclectic than
me on this inexhaustible Universe; I was reduced to a lugubriously wastrel stone;
as the ravishingly unstoppable maelstrom marched uninhibited in its way,
The instant I parasitically proclaimed that there was none more handsome than
me on this mystical Universe; I was reduced to an wretchedly ethereal shadow;
as countless magically effulgent fairies descended immaculately from the land of
silken paradise,
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The instant I satanically proclaimed that there was none more wealthier than
me on this mesmerizing Universe; I was reduced to a horrifically maimed pauper
licking dust on the bucolic streets; as the panoramically unassailable fruits of
mother nature; dimmed the last iota of light from the whites of my eyes,
The instant I licentiously proclaimed that there was none more influential than
me on this timeless Universe; I was reduced to a graveyard of dilapidated
fretfulness; as inevitably devastating earthquakes snatched the land from
beneath my feet; within lightening seconds of time,
The instant I salaciously proclaimed that there was none more fantasizing than
me on this Herculean Universe; I was reduced to a horrendously shattered
fragment of sordid glass; as the unprecedentedly indomitable exoticism of the
clouds above miraculously overshadowed everything in vicinity,
The instant I diabolically proclaimed that there was none more humanitarian
than me on this magical Universe; I was reduced to a wisp of debilitatingly
obsolete dereliction; as the holistically beautiful principles of united existence
around left me desperately searching for my very own abhorrent voice,
The instant I invidiously proclaimed that there was none more fragrant than
me on this tireless Universe; I was reduced to a decaying whisker of dolorously
decrepit fecklessness; as the stupendously Omnipotent scent of the rose
rendered me absolutely useless for all times,
The instant I devilishly proclaimed that there was none more pious than me
on this godly Universe; I was reduced to a pint of parsimoniously adulterated and
venomous ash; as the winds of patriotically altruistic freedom in the atmosphere
enshrouded even the most diminutive cranny of my withering veins,
The instant I vindictively proclaimed that there was none more vociferous than
me on this Omnipotent Universe; I was reduced to a furtively clandestine corpse
of torturous desolation; as the unsurpassably unconquerable roar of the jungle
entirely dissolved my voice into doldrums of vagrant worthlessness,
The instant I sadistically proclaimed that there was none more adventurous than
me on this magnetic Universe; I was reduced to a disastrously waif tentacle of a
lackadaisical crab; as the exhilaratingly ebullient sea sailed over me till times
beyond infinite infinity,
The instant I beguilingly proclaimed that there was none more celestial than
me on this indomitable Universe; I was reduced to a nonchalantly disassociated
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They belonged to no roots. As they solely squandered in the roots of the devil which executed the most terrorizing acts on all living kind-praying to the sight of
fanatically splattered blood and shattered skull; to give them the power to
survive,
They belonged to no category. As they solely rotted in the category of the devil which wanted to rule the planet clamped in a spurious little incapacitated fist;
assassinating every source of life with treacherously lame cowardice,
They belonged to no caste. As they solely clung to the caste of the devil which
forlornly stymied every vibrant form of emerging life; laughed at how easily
humans disintegrated into boundless bits at the tiniest of dastardly provocation,
They belonged to no character. As they solely spoke the character of the devil
which believed the best integrity and the best survival was in rising above
every conceivable soul on earth; if not by hook then by hideous crook,
They belonged to no government. As they solely stagnated in the government of
the devil which barbarously chopped off fingers, hands; feet; veins; limbs and
throats of bountiful humans at the tiniest of error; and in order to assert
sanctimonious superiority,
They belonged to no soil. As they solely sputtered in the soil of the devil-which
constituted the granules of all hell; dungeons after dungeons of children who lay
dead-just to affirm some hell of a non-existent sadistic strength,
They belonged to no Church; Temple; Monastery or Mosque. As they solely wept
in the mortuary of the devil - inexhaustibly wanting to metamorphose the
trajectory of this planet into insipid ash; the sinful veil of the bloodstained
corpse,
They belonged to no definition. As they solely endorsed the definition of the devil
which was out on a rampage to plunder Mother earth and its children as much
as it could; taking ultimate refuge within realms of the fetid carcass,
They belonged to no village. As they solely inhabited the village of the devil where each abode was a unbearably shrieking tombstone; and the clothes that
everyone wore were sequined with chopped tongues; limbs and unfinished
desire,
They belonged to no forest. As they solely rummaged through the forest of the
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devil - where all that was seen and heard was bellows of ghoulish smoke and
agonizing scream; where life was insidiously sacrificed at the altar to immortalize
the self,
They belonged to no heart. As they solely slaved in the heart of the devil - which
was nothing but a gorge of inexplicable sinking drudgery; and continued to
meaninglessly exist without the
most insouciant of beats,
They belonged to no face. As they solely deteriorated in the face of the devil which constituted of the most ridiculously non-existent vacuum; that thrived on
the curses given by everyone of those that he'd tortured and kept doing so,
Hey! Wait a minute; they were children of the same God as you and me were
allright. Because after all God owns the entire Universe and all its Life,
But they chose to follow the path of the devil against God's wishes. They were
infact what every single one of us in the world today hatefully addressed by the
word 'Terrorists'.
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Once Again
You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 8 (173 pages) , at;
amazon.com/dp/B012PZAVXI.
Poetry from my Book as above mentioned After witnessing your ravishingly enamoring eyes; I felt as if as bountiful feathers
of beauty had descended upon this impoverished planet; once again; after
centuries immemorial,
After witnessing your fabulously congenial lips; I felt as if the drearily dilapidated
winds had suddenly commenced to vivaciously sing; once again; after
centuries immemorial,
After witnessing your tantalizingly delectable belly; I felt as if stars in the sky had
profoundly enlightened every cranny of this ludicrously gloomy planet; once
again; after centuries immemorial,
After witnessing your immaculately golden cheeks; I felt as if the withering
summits had ebulliently escalated well above the corridors of azure sky; once
again; after centuries immemorial,
After witnessing your voluptuously bushy eyebrows; I felt as if the monotonously
bedraggled Universe had embraced the aisles of uninhibited freedom; once
again; after centuries immemorial,
After witnessing your ingratiatingly mesmerizing voice; I felt as if the blanket of
manipulatively bizarre apprehensions had metamorphosed into an enchanting
paradise; once again; after centuries immemorial,
After witnessing your immaculately compassionate palms; I felt as if streams of
tingling melody cascaded through the agonizingly scorching sands; once again;
after centuries immemorial,
After witnessing your stupendously brazen hair; I felt as if the unfathomable
battalion of sullen peacocks; danced the best dance of their lives; once again;
after centuries immemorial,
After witnessing your profusely inscrutable shadow; I felt as if each ray of the
majestic Sun scintillated in magnificent brilliance; once again; after centuries
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immemorial,
After witnessing your marvelously ecstatic earlobes; I felt as if milky moonlight
seductively chased all beauty on this fathomless earth; once again; after
centuries immemorial,
After witnessing your gloriously gyrating belly; I felt as if angels had plummeted
down from the cosmos to frolic; once again; after centuries immemorial,
After witnessing your unbelievably inebriating redolence; I felt as if the
lackadaisical evening blazed through the corridors of untamed exhilaration; once
again; after centuries immemorial,
After witnessing your intriguingly sprouting nostrils; I felt as if every
treacherously tyrannized stone on this earth had metamorphosed into celestial
life; once
again; after centuries immemorial,
After witnessing your incredulously glistening fingers; I felt as if a carpet of
astounding enthrallment had settled miraculously on every dwelling besieged
with inexplicable pain; once again; after centuries immemorial,
After witnessing your supremely divinely sound; I felt as if all those tottering
pathetically towards the tunnels of abominable extinction had got a reason to
live; once again; after centuries immemorial,
After witnessing your majestically poignant feet; I felt as if a fantastically
euphoric garden of roses had spawned on every desolately capricious path; once
again; after centuries immemorial,
After witnessing your astonishingly sparkling perspiration; I felt as if the clouds
of prosperity had caressed the globe's feet; once again; after centuries
immemorial,
After witnessing your passionately diffusing breath; I felt as if the perpetual
essence of peace and unity had ubiquitously disseminated to every quarter of the
staggering planet; once again; after centuries immemorial,
And after witnessing your immortally beating heart; I felt as if every invidiously
sinister anecdote of uncouth betrayal had transformed into the chapter of
eternal love; love and only love; once again; after centuries immemorial.
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Here's my friend; wishing you and all those bouncing in the insatiable euphoria to
lead a countless more lives every day,
A VERY BLISSFUL AND CELESTIAL HAPPY NEW YEAR.
Copyright by Nikhil Parekh.
Read my 47 varied Books at - amazon.com/author/nikhilparekh.
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came,
Redder than the reddest of rose was your affably poignant bosom; heaving and
falling like the pristine ebbs and tides of the great majestic sea; as each current
of the eclectically fickle wind caressed it with new-found electricity,
Redder than the reddest of rose were your regally titillating eyelashes; as you let
them unabashedly absorb the most fervent streaks of lightening as well as
nimble sunset; with indescribable stunning panache,
Redder than the reddest of rose were your royally galloping legs; as you ran far
beyond the horizons of sunset to shake hands with the utterly unknown;
pumping raw exhilaration at every step that you dared tread,
Redder than the reddest of rose was your implacably nubile skin;
metamorphosing into a fantastic crimson with each scorching draught of the
summer wind and as the freezing breeze of winter bit in with all its fury,
Redder than the reddest of rose was your artistically charmed nose; as you
nuzzled it across every gregarious tree stalk in vicinity; exploring your rudiments
of a countless inscrutable lifetimes,
Redder than the reddest of rose were your ravishingly swaying hair; cascading till
well below your hips in an inimitable glory of their own; resembling a simmering
ravine of half-baked emotions as the rainbow appeared in the sky,
Redder than the reddest of rose was your magically mollifying nape; as you
rolled on a bed of natural thorns time and again to explore your whacky side;
with the moonless night as your sole savior,
Redder than the reddest of rose was your eternally sacrosanct womb; which had
the power of to start the process of all blessedly rubicund creation; with the
orders of the Omniscient Allmighty Lord,
Therefore who needs an incoherently lifeless rose to celebrate 'Valentines Day'Instead; every beautiful soul out there on the planet-redder than the reddest of
rose; will you be my companion for life and beyond-this Valentine.
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Table Salt
Hide and Seek - part 6 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems (65 pages) , at;
amazon.com/dp/B0158LY72W.
Poetry from my Book as above mentioned When I rolled ravenously in it; inscribing incoherent patterns in the powder
with my big toe,
It stuck to innumerable pores of my tender skin; poignantly tickling every part of
my body.
When I smeared a parsimonious amount of it on my tongue; the taste buds
instantly stood up; as if after a marathon period of prolonged rest,
My throat cried for water soon after; to pacify its inevitable thirst.
When I sprinkled it gently in the drifting breeze; it rose high and handsome in
the atmosphere; adhering to the crisp tree leaves,
While some part of it descended down painstakingly; causing my eyes to
profusely water as it barged in forcefully.
When I blended it with pure water; vigorously stirring the concoction till it
spewed bubbles of sparkling froth,
The elixir produced was wholesomely spicy to drink; and I washed my mouth
scrupulously clean; after consuming a few sips.
When I rubbed it fervently against the periphery of succulent fruit; completely
engulfing the same with its surplus fillings,
The berry remained as fresh as ever even after several weeks had elapsed;
unperturbed by the onslaught of deleterious insects.
When mixed it with the chocolate brown soil; it acquired evanescent tinges of
cream,
The mud now looked far more enticing; with streaks of impeccable white clearly
accentuated.
When I heated it on the stove to form a composite bar of soap; it willingly
underwent the metamorphosis,
And I felt hot fumes emanating from my persona; when I took bath with it.
When I hurled it mischievously at passing pedestrians; they were partially
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Watch them evolve incongruous words with their pens; fall asleep midway as if
the load was the biggest to confront on this globe,
Watch them walk upside down with their tongues poking out in candid
expression; the cotton encompassing their diminutive bodies fluttering violently
with the
winds,
Watch them incessantly cry in lap of their mother; make the amusingly
astounding gestures with their nimble pink set of dainty jaws,
Watch them intriguingly stare at a flurry of objects in vicinity; trying their best to
decipher the meaning of this alien world,
Watch them stumbling inadvertently as they walked; endeavoring to solidly
consolidate their intricate footing on earth's ground,
Watch them smear ice-cream all over their robust complexioned minuscule
bodies; unwitting perceiving it to be the bubbly family soap,
Watch them indefatigably decorate and feed their fairy dolls; entirely oblivious to
the vagaries of this uncouthly parasitic township,
Watch them breathe and live with an ardor; that even the most mightiest of
human beings floundered to achieve in infinite lives,
Watch them enjoy the privilege of being God's favorite molecules; easily
superceding the most unfathomable of creations in this Universe,
And over and above all; watch these tiny angels grow in the future decades yet
to unveil; harness handsomely and with irrefutable conviction into the noble
citizens of tomorrow.
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ardent lives,
Black for the blind is the most invincible scent of righteousness; a color which
transcends the goriest trace of devil; with a passionate atmosphere of
unconquerable ubiquitous oneness,
Black for the blind is a fearlessly everlasting celebration; a color which even the
greatest of warriors trembled to tread into; whereas with them it remained as
rejoicingly during life as after the final insinuations of breath,
Black for the blind is where the most royally blossoming prosperity begins and
ends; a color into which the best of gold; silver and happiness metamorphoses
into since the very first cry of euphoric life,
Black for the blind is the only Omnipresent God; an invincible form; a divinely
color; an undefeated shape; an unshakable power; which perennially rules even
the most cloistered ounce of this Universe at its peerless fingertips,
Black for the blind is most gloriously rejuvenating elixir; an inebriating color;
which reaches the most tantalizingly seductive crescendo an infinite times; in
just one singular lifetime,
Black for the blind is the most undyingly subliming warrior; a color which reigns
perpetually supreme over every innuendo; of even the most dramatic victory and
defeat,
Black for the blind is the most benign cradle of infanthood; youth; adulthood and
old age; a color which indelibly refuses to leave them for even an infidel moment
in their entire lifetime,
Black for the blind is an inborn spirit of irrefutable worship; a color which requires
not the slightest of hymns; prayers; or venerated water to timelessly consecrate
it,
Black for the blind is the most Omniscient jewel of the eye; a color which
indefatigably stretches beyond sleep and awakening; into a paradise of the
unparalleled Creator Divine,
Black for the blind is the most blessed mantra of life; a color which was the sole
reflection of their heart; soul and conscience; a color which wholesomely and
indefinitely overpowers the color of their blood and breath too,
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O! Yes; Black for the blind is the most unassailable soul mate of survival and
beyond; a color to which they are immortally married right since the very first
whisper of life; irrespective of whether the planet outside complied with or
brutally denied
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But the ocean of humanity was immortally resplendent; perpetually pacifying the
thirst of all those in barbaric devastation; Omnisciently appeasing even the most
remotely frazzled nerve; with the tonic of unconquerable righteousness.
The most sagaciously sacrosanct of religion on this planet found itself engulfed
by dungeons of horrific bloodshed; as uncouthly rudimentary fanatics;
diabolically massacred it with a graveyard of stinking politics and gory corruption,
But the religion of humanity was immortally unshakeable; enchantingly
melanging every humble molecule of Almighty Lord; in entrenchments of
unsurpassable solidarity;
and alike.
The most dazzlingly dynamic of colors wore away into sinister whirlpools of dust;
as the blistering Sun insatiably flamed for times immemorial upon; the
murderously cracked soil,
But the color of humanity was immortally celestial; growing more and more
astoundingly passionate as the seconds rampantly zipped by; merging all
religion; caste; and spurious color; into the divine river of; unitedly priceless and
Godly existence.
The most vibrantly thunderous of voices shrunk to a pathetically mollified
mellow; as tyrannically torturous fireballs of lightening; pelted unforgivingly from
the
colossal firmament of sky,
But the voice of humanity was immortally blazing; perpetuating countless rays of
spell binding hope in all those dwellings besieged with orphaned loneliness and
infirmed destitute; eventually evolving as the most irrefutably supreme sound; of
all mankind.
The most flamboyantly fiery of breaths mockingly evaporated into devilishly
hideous spaces of the ghastly corpse; when destiny and the cloudbursts of death
whippingly proclaimed; that it was time up,
But the breath of humanity was immortally living; incredulously proliferating
infinite new lives of optimistically endowing hope as the minutes unfurled;
unrelentingly pioneering a blissful waterfall of mesmerizing tomorrow's; with
winds of sensuous sharing and empathy.
And the most tumultuously throbbing hearts wholesomely relinquished every iota
of their beats; as the streams of blood intractably refrained to enter them; due to
crippling cholesterol and truculent tension,
But the heart of humanity was immortally loving; eternally entwining every
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I didn't know the hours which he went off to sleep everyday; deluging the
ambience with baby snores; which were infact larger than the chapter called life,
I didn't know the amount of milk he consumed; the fraternity of taste besieging
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Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would bathe; drenching every
pore of his skin with supremely ravishing water; splashing tons of it around in
ecstatic frolic on little children,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would sing; captivating this
monotonously strangulated world with the delectable cadence in his voice,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would run; conquering
impregnable milestones at every single step he took; wave the flag of amicable
victory on each chunk of visible soil,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would dig; building a dwelling
for himself as well as for all those who wandered in inexplicable affliction without
a roof under the colossal sky,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would joke; making
overwhelmingly sad people laugh with his astoundingly hilarious and comic
banter,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would earn; assimilating the
entire wealth that could ever have existed on land; disseminating it judiciously
amongst people who badly needed it to resurrect their lives,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would yawn; relaxing on the
lush green meadows in due admiration of the Sun God; reciting a flurry of vivid
tales to mercilessly orphaned children starving to loneliness without their
parents,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would exotically dream;
perceiving the most wonderful objects which he had evolved; the unsurpassably
beautiful garden which he had spawned for human kind to live and enjoy,
Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would thunderously cry; sharing
the grief of others with a sense of equality; providing his shoulder for them to
lean upon in their time of unprecedented distress,
And till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would placidly live; inhaling
in air every unfurling second; trying his Herculean best to maintain this planet of
his as the ultimate paradise; trying his best to metamorphose all the evil
hovering into a
fantasy that he the 'Creator' would really cherish; a fantasy that God had given
birth to this molecule of his; to wholesomely satisfy.
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tumultuous storm,
The stars in the cosmos may have forgotten to twinkle; profoundly absorbed in
watching the dainty fairies,
The deserts may have forgotten to be hot; relishing the prospects of freaking out
in the rain,
The fingers may have forgotten to write; resting lazily under the silken feathered
pillow,
The dog may have forgotten to bark; petrified for an instant by the demon
standing before him,
The infant may have forgotten to cry; bemused for a moment by the wide
ensemble of electronic toys,
The Creator inadvertently may have forgotten to look at every man; busy
chalking strategies to run the Universe,
But me Forgetting her was Impossible; as she resided in the center of my heart;
and every beat of mine wholesomely depended upon her breath that passionately
flowed.
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Whispers
You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 11 (133 pages) , at;
amazon.com/dp/B0138RBQDQ.
a Poem from my above described Book A plethora of dark veined leaves; whispered frantically to the silhouette of plum
tree,
To stand like a mountain in turbulent winds; not to succumb even when its roots
were attacked by parasite.
Mammoth sculptured blue bodied whales; whispered fervently to the saline
ocean,
To drench their silken skin entirely with salt; gratify their gluttony with scores of
sumptuous fish.
Scorched sands of the colossal desert; whispered abusively to sapphire puffs of
clouds,
To unrelentingly rain; transforming their impoverished soul into one with
bountiful water.
The venomous form of rustic jungle spider; whispered incorrigibly to the threads
in its intricate web,
To bear it's weight for times immemorial; entangling in a vise like grip; a
battalion of succulent insect.
The obdurate stones strewn incoherently on the ground; whispered to passing
pedestrians,
To trample they walked; pleading with the bystanders to kick them into remote
corners of oblivion.
Dry sticks of trimmed lumber; whispered intermittently to steaming flames of
fire,
To incinerate them thoroughly; transforming their composite proportion into
frugal heaps of burnt chowder.
The newly born mammalian sibling; whispered pleadingly to its mother,
To feed it's famished lips; with perennial supply of salubrious milk.
The sealed demeanor of stamped envelope; whispered nostalgically in the ears of
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To deliver it without further delay; into the safe hands of the person it belonged.
A fleet of orphans in the sanatorium; whispered inevitably to God,
To reveal traces of their loved ones; unite them as one again; to bring back lost
anecdotes of supreme felicity.
The articulately carved key; whispered sonorously to the lock,
To accommodate it with nonchalant ease; opening without apprehensions the
moment it caressed its periphery.
My tangible heart at the end of the monotonous day; whispered to my soul,
To grant it reprieve from misdeeds inadvertently committed in the day; forgive it
for all the evil it harnessed.
And the omniscient aura of God; whispered philanthropically to all his fellow
beings inhabiting the earth,
To extend comforting arms towards those in distress and pain; profoundly
master the art of perpetual love.
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Will you be the tinkling laughter that engulfed my ears with new-found hope;
everytime I felt the ship of my scraggily penurious existence sink to the rock
bottom of hopelessness?
Will you be the nightingale that unabashedly perched upon my shoulder;
drowning me into ecstatic spasms of all the sweetness- that ever formed my
imperfectly humane atmosphere?
Will you be every Lilly that blossomed on the path not dared taken; but the very
path I chose to celebrate every moment of my synergistically intrepid existence?
Will you be the everlasting source of my child-like bewilderment; as the magic of
your spontaneity continued to enthuse the informally bohemian footsteps of my
life?
Will you be the ultimate seductress that drifted me away from the worst of crisis;
far away from the world of greed; manipulation and satanic barbarismlike a
prince near your amiably compassionate bosom?
Will you be the reason that I found new-found optimism to survive; not only
reaching the zenith myselfbut reaching out the balm of unhindered love and
humanity to every single of my fellow beings?
Will you be the voice that I could easily differentiate from amongst every other
on the planet; as it was my own heart's cry to forever unite with my soul-mate in
this life and every life hence-forth- destined?
I guess its time to propose to you nowand that's exactly what I am doing from
deep within my heart O! Beloved- will you be my Valentine
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And The flames on ground; sometimes sunk well beneath their ghastly corpse;
even before they could moderately rise to their one inch height,
But the flames between their immortally throbbing heart; proliferated into
boundless more streams of royal love; even as the hideously sinister world came
to a veritable end; outside.
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You're My Breath
You die; I die - Part 1 - 50 Poems for soul stirring Love (168 pages) , at;
amazon.com/dp/B010ZIBSP2.
a Poem from my above described Book You're the answer to all my riddles in life; miraculously healing all my
traumatized agonies; with the insatiable magic in your voice,
You're the voice that makes me celestially rest; shrugging all my frazzled
vagaries into non-existent wisps of oblivion,
You're a mountain of invincible strength that I needed when I disdainfully
collapsed; incessantly inspiring me to add vibrant dimensions to every tomorrow
that
blissfully unfurls,
You're an incredulous magical wand; that metamorphoses all my staggering
impossible's; into the winds of irrefutably blazing triumph,
You're a cloud of innocent angels; that always made me feel I was that
euphorically bouncing child once again; even as I treacherously slipped towards
the corridors of extinction,
You're a bountiful paradise of newness; triggering me to indefatigably fantasize
all brilliant day; and even while embracing the mists of diabolical midnight,
You're an idol of astoundingly philanthropic benevolence; instilling in me the
indispensable ingredients of everlasting mankind,
You're a river of perpetual harmony that cascaded past my window; making me
wholesomely bask in the stupendous glory of natures mystical endowment,
You're a bow of astronomical courage; relentlessly transpiring me to unflinchingly
fight for my ruthlessly incarcerated tribe,
You're a marvelously glistening shore that harbors all impoverished in your
compassionate warmth; teaching me to forever salute the immortal religion of
humanity,
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