 
Poetry Series

Nikhil Parekh

\- poems -

Publication Date:

2016

Publisher:

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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.

Join thousands of the poet's fans and friends at - facebook.com/indianpoetnikhilparekh.

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 Dictionary-for 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-

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  5. Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most number of replies from World Leaders and World Organizations.

  5. Being the First Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to the International Goodwill Treaty for World Peace - GoodwillTreaty.org.

  5. Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films at Youtube.com - The World's largest video sharing website.

  5. 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.

  5. 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.

  5. 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 Poet's Poetry has had the patronization of several World Leaders including the Queen of England.

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1 God – Poems On God, Creator

volume 1 to volume 4 (522 pages)

BOOK DESCRIPTION

A ramification of the innumerable Omnipotent fragrances of life that I, Nikhil Parekh, have smelt by the grace of God – I'm grateful to him for enlightening me about his chapters of invincible creation and considering me worthy enough to describe his unparalleled splendor, in a few words and in the shape of this book. A salient tribute to his undefeated power.

The compilation of poems depicts the Omniscient Creator in his infinite unconquerable shapes and forms. Goes to irrefutably prove that there is just one Creator, you choose to call him by whatever name – and for everyone one of us till the time we live. This book is a perpetual dedication to Almighty Lord. It quintessentially portrays the splendor of the Almighty Creator in his infinite forms. Goes to victoriously prove at every step, that no matter how hard the devil tries to annihilate the planet – an inconspicuous tap of the Lord's finger makes him crumble to his very last non – existent frigid roots.

Poems depicting the ' Omnipotent ' glory of the Creator in an infinite forms that the poet could ever conceive. Natural and uninhibited outpourings of the heart these poems transport the reader into a world of spirituality and magnificence of Godhead. Every poetic piece shows Parekh's unparalleled love for the Almighty and immortalizes the Omnipresent aura of the Lord in a boundless ways and shapes.

This spiritually enriched compendium of poems is for all those who've timelessly admired the miraculous prowesses and powers of God at each stage of their lives. Those who've lived each instant of their lives worshipping his Omniscient grace irrespective of the most murderous hell descending around. The poetic imagery brilliantly transcends over every inhibition of caste, creed, color and religion and goes to perpetually prove that all living beings are one and blessed in his fathomless sacrosanct light of truth. The poems depict Parekh's oneness in mind, body and spirit with the Creator.

To browse above described varied Books visit – amazon.com/author/nikhilparekh.

a Poem from the Book -

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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,

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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

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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,

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Keeping them full upto the brim for the remaining quota of years, I am destined to tread on the soil of earth.

Nikhil Parekh

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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

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of your royally blessed beloved?

Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to award the patriotically valiant soldier; a compensation equivalent to his immortally slained life?

Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to purchase back the smiles of all those children; orphaned in sordidly stinking dustbins; right from the very first cry of their birth?

Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to bask in the glory of the stupendously reinvigorating rainbow; let its magnanimous boisterousness take complete control over your frazzled senses?

Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to incredulously relish your profoundly impeccable rudiments; the trail of inscrutable enigma that you celestially reminisced; on your expedition of tracing your very first ancestor?

Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to sleazily confiscate truth in your impoverished palms; buy it in unsurpassable quantities every day; although with gruesome blackness camouflaging your soul and heart?

Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to witness your child uninhibitedly smile; inundate every miserably incarcerated cranny of your chained existence; with unendingly jubilation and melodious happiness?

Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to transcend past the corridors of divine meditation; wholesomely coalesce your spirit with all mankind; one and synergistically alike?

Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to unequivocally enlighten the candle of blissfully compassionate hope; in every dwelling besieged

with traumatically tyrannized agony?

Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to perennially inhale euphorically resplendent air into your puristically humanitarian lungs; quintessentially enshroud your dwindling existence; with thunderbolts of vibrant life?

And is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to invincibly dedicate each beat of your heart to the person you irrefutably adored; and I ask

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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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A Gift Called Life

Life = Death - volume 5 - Poems on Life, Death (193 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B014S0W96U.

a Poem from my above described Book -

In order to augment the glory of the crystalline sky; God inundated it with a festoon of enchantingly misty clouds,

In order to augment the glory of the lanky tree; God flooded its barren surface with a blanket of fresh green leaves,

In order to augment the glory of the fleshy palm; God embellished its surface with a myriad of fascinating lines bifurcated into islands and forks,

In order to augment the glory of the plain atmosphere; God deluged its gloomy ambience with sizzling rays of brilliant Sunlight,

In order to augment the glory of the colossal ocean; God imparted its boundless surface with a cavalcade of ravishingly frosty waves,

In order to augment the glory of fecund territories of brown soil; God embodied its surface with a wide fraternity of salubrious crop,

In order to augment the glory of the voluptuously fathomless jungles; God placed a battalion of majestic lions on its rustled paths,

In order to augment the glory of the towering mountains; God embedded their treacherous slopes with compassionate balls of white snow,

In order to augment the glory of the redolently scarlet rose; God granted its demeanor with a seductively exotic scent,

In order to augment the glory of the delectably hidden nest; God filled its empty persona with a cluster of stupendously charming and innocuous eggs,

In order to augment the glory of the placid night; God blessed its shivering persona with amicably twinkling stars,

In order to augment the glory of the gorgeously unsurpassable valley; God lit up

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its dolorous space with a boisterously pepped up and a stringent echo,

In order to augment the glory of the innocuously wandering cow; God imparted it with the prowess of oozing life yielding and sacrosanct milk,

In order to augment the glory of cascading rain; God impregnated the cosmos with a spell binding and vivacious rainbow,

In order to augment the glory of mammoth stacks of diamonds and gold; God triggered their periphery with a mesmerizing and perennial shine,

In order to augment the glory of the blind bat; God granted it with the astounding ability to stick wherever it wanted; to sleep upside down,

In order to augment the glory of the blossoming shoots of bountiful grass; God overwhelmed its tips with tantalizingly alluring dewdrops,

In order to augment the glory of true love; God gave it the highest priority on his agendas of this unfathomable Universe; granted it the virtue of being supremely immortal,

And in order to augment the glory of every human; God swamped his dead body with an armory of passionate heart beats; flooded his dormant lungs with gargantuan

bellows of fresh breath; bestowed upon him the most wonderful gift existing on this planet; a gift that we all know today as life.

Nikhil Parekh

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A Tribute To The Nobel Prize (Nobelprize.Org) - My

Humble Salutations.

Poetry written in appreciation of the Nobel Prize; as the world's most coveted honor.

Wondrously transparent was its grandeur- which enamored the world with the charm of invincible substance- for the greatest benefit of the living kind,

Brilliantly optimistic was its presentation- rekindling fresh rays of hope and compassion in a planet usurped within the mortuaries of a meaningless war,

Majestically opulent was its flamboyant demeanor- as it ensured that truth prevailed in its own inimitable aura- and was perseveringly harnessed from its fragrant roots,

Marvelously resplendent was its victorious trail- reaching out to the absolute best and awarding symbiotic humanitarian existence with laurels of humble goodness,

Humanitarianly humble; yet astoundingly mighty were its deeds- as it accredited the true worth of success and insurmountable achievement- with the honor it deserved,

Selflessly sensational were its headlines- as people of all religion; caste; creed and color united under a single roof of unparalleled love- to congratulate a fresh voice of promise,

Gloriously embracing were its altruistic palms- as it unabashedly invited the common man as well as the super celebrity to browse its website- wherein lay the most impeccable pearls of literature on the most fascinating aspects of existence,

Bounteously charismatic were its foundations- which evolved the most idealistic civilization of love; peace; friendship; dignity; integrity; peace and religious equality,

Triumphantly enriching were its medallions- which reinforced faith in the ability to pursue conviction and let it uninhibitedly fructify into the fruits of joyous positivity,

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Irrefutably fearless were its decisions- as it poignantly accoladed the most deserving candidates in their respective fields- wholeheartedly appreciating talent and effort where it royally lay,

Marvelously magnanimous were its ceremonies- where the most intrepid of laureates had their own inimitably natural opinions- on their chosen paths in blessed life,

Honestly unbiased were its intentions- as it ingeniously segregated human fields of achievements into the most outstanding categories- defining peace; love; brotherhood and the betterment of the living kind,

Handsomely benevolent were its goals- as it patronized any form of goodness that lit up besmirched darkness with the profoundly sublime rays of togetherness and humanity,

Magnetically alluring was its charm- as it broke barriers of discomfort – facilitating inspired dialogue between you and the individual they crowned as their esteemed laureate,

Ardently persevering were its ideals- as it embarked on its zealously fulfilling mission of instilling solidarity amidst humanity- with its philanthropic commitment to mankind,

Beautifully bonding was its empowering feel- as what transpired at its prize giving function- was the world feeling more resourcefully enriched with the goodness of creation,

Indeed it was as "Nobel" as its name which is the "Nobel Prize".

It can also be further visited at its website – NobelPrize.org.

And as a true citizen of my sacrosanct motherland India- I, Nikhil Parekh, offer it my humble salutations!

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 -

When i sedately pinched an opalescent balloon filled with tons of gas, pricked it with ultra thin needles coated with scorpion sting,

gave it a volatile punch in its solar plexus,

the colossal ball of swollen rubber burst with obstreperous bangs, now resembling deflated skin of threadbare junk.

when i boisterously pinched the shell of juicy water melon, ripped apart the fruit with adroit strokes of the butcher knife,

kneaded the blood red pulp, applying unrelenting pressure with palms, squashed the residue in compressed interiors of knotted cloth,

a stream of crimson red juice tumbled directly into scorched regions of my throat.

when i placidly pinched the striped skin coat of a sleeping leopard, tickled his upright ears with silken camouflage of Falcon feather, left a plethora of red ant to wander around his slimy nose,

kicked his rear playfully with swashbuckling strokes of my feet, the beast roared ferociously, jolted from arena's of blissful sleep, devoured me like an insect, relishing a meal of soft tender bone.

when i vindictively pinched blissfully asleep tunnels of my heart, poked my ribs with icy cold vegetable of carrot,

turbulent voices advocated my penchant for everlasting freedom, a mystical aura radiated from my wheatish face,

i wanted to smile with pumped exuberance for the remaining quota of life, before blending my ashes with the mundane playground of earth.

Nikhil Parekh

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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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vicinity with a singleton shade of amazingly mollifying equanimity.

Black. A Color which indefatigably challenges the devil to appear again and again and again; only so that the spirit of triumphantly Omnipotent righteousness; overtopples it beyond dormitories of feasible recognition; everytime.

Black. A Color which forever annihilates even the most evanescent trace of your dolorously beleaguered shadow; encompassing every ingredient of your crimson blood with the undaunted tenacity to holistically survive.

Black. A Color which makes you fearlessly entwine your fingers with the intrepidly unknown; igniting the bonfire of unstoppable adventure in every conceivable corridor of your innocuously pious soul.

Black. A Color which perpetuates even the most extinguishing part of you to fantasize beyond the definitions of the extraordinary; discover the completeness of existence as the flaming Sun sinks well behind the Omnipresent horizons.

Black. A Color which makes you wholesomely forget every tangible idiosyncrasy of caste; creed; tribe or color; as all appeared symbiotically alike under the most celestially ameliorating carpet of the moonless night.

Black. A Color which knew no blazing victory or ghastly defeat; as even the most ethereal trace of war ceased with the descent of the marvelously royal night.

Black. A Color which metamorphoses even the most monotonously robotic part of you into the most seductively mitigating of poet; as you inevitably started to churn fathomless lines of divinely poetry; with every whisper and kiss of the night.

Black. A Color which makes you synergistically neutral to life and death; misery and effulgent happiness; as all you could see; perceive; implement and imbibe; was just darkness; darkness and just timelessly emancipating darkness.

Black. A Color which foments you to exhale the most fervently fiery of your breath; in order to victoriously blaze a stream of optimistically mitigating light; through the tunnel of unendingly embracing darkness.

Black. A Color which facilitates spectacularly untamed lovemaking to the most unconquerable limits; as countless blessed seeds of fertility timelessly permeated the cradle of the atmosphere; with absolutely no hindrance to grow; at an hour always past passionate midnight.

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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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The cars were boisterously busy; in rhapsodically transporting fatigued battalions of passengers; to the most resplendently placating destination of their supreme choice,

The sharks were diabolically busy; in frantically groping for immaculate prey; metamorphose a profusely robust framework of ravishing flesh and blood; into a devastatingly transposed curry of sheer nothingness,

The dogs were pertinently busy; in dolefully barking; deluging the trajectory of the gloomily treacherous night; with an incomprehensible number of their ghoulish wails,

The ghosts were insidiously busy; in casting the spell of their gorily sinister doom; devouring blissful civilizations; in the swirl of their hideously obfuscated and grotesque countenances,

The eyes were indefatigably busy; in profoundly discerning and imbibing the fathomlessly glorious beauty of this gregariously mystical Universe; paving their way ecstatically forward to coin astoundingly new chapters of existence,

The blood was poignantly busy; in spell bindingly imparting fortitude to each arena of the staggeringly bedraggled body; rejuvenating it to unfurl refreshingly emphatic chapters of; a vividly vibrant tomorrow,

The pigs were disdainfully busy; in excoriating through lugubrious piles of garbage at lightening velocities; ruthlessly gobbling even the most worthlessly stinking piece of shit; that sleazily greeted them in their savage way,

The forests were inscrutably busy; in churning tales of unrelenting mysticism; voluptuously kissing the charismatic blanket of the stupendously glittering night; with seductive fireballs of empathy; and life,

The Gods were Omnisciently busy; in proliferating astronomical spurts of sacred life on the boundlessly beautiful planet; articulately maneuvering the destiny of each organism; rich or lecherously poor; alike,

And my Heart was perpetually busy; in incarcerating the beats of her passionately divine heart; assimilating and immortal bonding with the essence of her unparalleled love; uniting with her philanthropic will; to bless all benign mankind.

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But You Looked The Best

You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 4 (166 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B011PXSN1S.

Poetry from my Book as above mentioned -

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.

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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 mist hanging in the air,

The white dew drops in the field,

The heavenly smell of thatched hay,

The fathers scattered everywhere.

The delicious smell of baked corn,

The cock singing a perfect rhyme,

The lively squirrel on the tree,

The evanescent rising of dawn.

The hedges covered with green foliage,

The fields to be ploughed at,

The hushed rustling of the trees,

The sweet melody in the air.

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Don't Mess With Love

You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 9 (146 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B012YDVZWM.

a Poem from my above described Book -

Don't mess with lies; it would hedonistically massacre you with its fangs of vindictively flagrant prejudice,

Don't mess with the scorpion; it would so ballistically permeate its venomously curled tail into your nimble flesh; that you'd never be able to raise your hindside,

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 cold-blooded 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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Fantasy Seldom Becomes Reality

Hide and Seek - part 2 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems (67 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B0153JRFFK.

Poetry from my Book as above mentioned -

I thought of nose diving from the 100th floor of the edifice, shivered incessantly when perched right on the top, abruptly changed my decision as i stared in deathly horror,

at the fathomless distance between the ground and my silhouette.

i visualized trespassing through amber flames of the bonfire, as they licked barren arenas of the misty blue sky,

i vehemently changed my outlook; as i actually felt their savage heat, refrained from venturing even miles near the conflagration.

i perceived chewing brittle shards of broken glass, disintegrating them firmly with my teeth,

dreaded visions of blood gushing from chambers in mouth engulfed me, as i formally held a solitary chunk of glass in my palms,

prompting me to dismiss the obnoxious idea from my mind.

i envisaged riding on the silken body of blue ocean whale, admiring the scenic beauty of the captivating Atlantic, ghastly images of its canine teeth petrified me in entirety, with hollow kingdoms of its mouth relishing my bones,

causing me to instantaneously relinquish the fantasy before it took firm roots.

i imagined conversing with the magnanimous princess, floating high in the clouds with her mesmerizing grace,

i then looked down at the torn lace of my shoe, infinite stains in my vest, the emptiness of my purse,

the visions of blossoming romance died there itself, and i admonished my mind stringently saying to myself, that fantasy seldom becomes reality.

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Father And Mother.

The Womb - Poems on Mother, Father, Children, Parenthood - volume 1 (154 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B003XVYJ9Q.

a Poem from my above described Book -

He celestially slept in her Godly lap for marathon hours; when the brilliantly flamboyant Sun peaked full throttle in the sky,

While to be hoisted high and handsome in euphoric air; all that he had to do was; incoherently tug at the maturely bohemian fingers; of my ebulliently anticipating palms.

He boisterously suckled milk from her sacred chest; when he felt intermittently hungry; even at the most inexplicable moments of the day and all throughout the perilous night,

While to be recounted his favorite rhymes of mystical adventure and frolic; all that he had to do was; innocuously stare at my compassionate eyes; as the rain fell in tranquilly from the fathomless skies outside.

He danced in her poignant lap with uninhibited tandem; rejoicing the most pricelessly grandiloquent moments of his freshly born life,

While to be apprised of the outside world; march on his own tiny feet outside; all he had to do was; immaculately flood my ears with his euphorically mesmerizing and incongruous sounds.

He snuggled unassailably close to her pristine belly; whenever he felt even the most inconspicuous iota of fear lingering diabolically in the atmosphere around, While to be taught how to prudently discern words and language; all he had to do was; kiss me impeccably on my bearded cheeks; as the seductive songs of the cuckoo; greeted one and all; at gloriously ethereal dawn.

He gleefully plucked at the strands of her silken hair; joyously banging his diminutive fists into her chin; whenever he felt strung by winds of overwhelmingly uncontrollable mischief,

While to be scrupulously washed of all the abominable dirt adhering to his eternally brand new visage; all he had to do was; inarticulately wink at the ecstatically

obliging contours of my face.

He fabulously emulated in front of her all the voices he had an absolute

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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.

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Fishing In Moonlit Jungle

Hide and Seek - part 8 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems (53 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B015ALUBK2.

Poetry from my Book as above mentioned -

Wild berries fell down from the peach tree,

wide spanned eagles glided harmlessly across the moon, menacing owl eyes stared fiendishly downward,

bushy squirrels clambered the rock with bustling fervor, olive green grasshoppers swished their tentacles, stinging red ants dug small burrows in wet mud, colored magpie birds sang a perfect sonnet,

lethal alligators swam clumsily through the neighboring water, sly foxes galloped at rollicking speeds,

the princely lion lurked stealthily in search of rich prey, huge brown spiders spun their webs in animation,

century old tortoise trampled the outgrowths with its newly born offspring, mega sized mouse families ran past dungeons buried deep in the ground.

I perched myself on the slippery mud bank of the jungle river, Levering long fishing rods in the tranquil water,

Scooping out frequently, a cluster of small sized fish, As the stars glittered in the open blue sky,

Crystal ball of the moon luminated large above my head, Rudimentary scent of earth tickled my nostril,

Mesmerizing tunes of the peacock drifted in hollow eardrum, The stillness of water pierced unexplored zones in my heart, I then lit a crackling fire of quality wood and dead leaf, Roasted the silver fish in amber flames leaping high,

Slept like an innocent angel all summer night,

Relishing tender bones of my personally prepared appetizing fish.

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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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He whom you can wholeheartedly cry for is not God,

And he who was incessantly replacing tears of all mankind with omnipresent smiles; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.

He whom you can bid a celestial adieu is not God,

And he who was spawning countless for every entity withering; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.

He whom you can fabulously describe is not God,

And he was all Omniscient; having already embodied the scriptures of holy tomorrow even before the world had begun; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.

He whom you can devotedly chant till times beyond eternity is not God,

And he who irrefutably steered every lip on this globe; to propagate the essence of benevolent existence; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.

He whom you can belligerently fight for is not God,

And he who evolved the most marvelously wonderful species of creation called 'Man'; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.

He whom you perpetually kept close to your chest was not God,

And he who made every single heart throb for the person it loved; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.

He whom you witnessed blossoming was not God,

And he who stood taller than the Sun; to illuminate every miserably darkened cranny of trembling soil; 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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Hide And Seek - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems

part 1 to part 8 (702 pages)

BOOK DESCRIPTION

Parekh's earliest collection of verse. Written in unparallelled fervor, this collection is a delectable blend of topics from love to death, probing into countless infinitesimal aspects of existence which make a significant impact to it. The beauty of this compendium lies in its magical brevity at places and in the most mundane things of life around us brought to the fore like a magicians wand, in brilliant poetic flair by Parekh. Contains poems on topics impossible for one to envisage that a poem could be written about such an inconspicuous little thing-but Parekh evolves bountiful rhyme from the word go and coalesces vivacious color in the little tid-bits of the chapter called life to optimum effect. A must read for all those who find color, charm and significance in even the smallest things of life and are enthused by even the most mercurial bit of stray paper loitering around. A poetic tribute to the ordinary, projecting its colorful extraordinary bit to the planet with raw panache.

This book tingles every living being's imagination to fantasize beyond the ordinary. Look at all those meaningful tid-bits around us which have a complete book written in each one of them. All those joyous and unfortunate anecdotes around us which make us blossom into the true spirit of existence; into the amazing celebration of omnipotent life.

To browse above mentioned varied Books please visit - amazon.com/author/nikhilparekh.

A Poem From the Book

WHEN I THOUGHT

When i thought about filth and dirt,

unethical images of floating sewage blended with feces capsized my mental imagery.

when i thought about transparently luring crystal water,

panoramic visions of undulating mountains besieged me in entirety.

when i thought about finely crushed chowder of piquant salt,

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rambunctious memories of the sea flooded desolate regions of my soul.

when i thought about tenaciously blowing coats of wind,

lascivious mass of dense tree foliage revolved subtly through my mind.

when i thought about bountiful springs of frosty milk,

sacrosanct images of the twin horned cow submerged me with glee.

when i thought about swaying my body in animated jubilation,

extravagant pictures of the country barn discotheque gleamed large in my eyes.

when i thought about prolific waves of acerbic heat,

charismatic demeanor of the sun god shot loud and clear all throughout cells of my brain.

when i thought about praying to the almighty,

omniscient portraits of Christ nailed to bare wood proliferated in my memory.

when i thought about the destitute succumbing to pangs of starvation, shriveled silhouettes of skinny children instantaneously crept up my scalp.

when i thought about exorbitant luxury with king sized dishes of food, frivolous images of silken gold took strangle hold of my impeccable heart.

and when i thought about perennial threads of sacred matrimony,

effeminate outlines of the girl i loved delectably settled in topmost compartments of my mind.

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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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How Would You Choose To Welcome God On Diwali?

With the footprints of brotherhood that you left when you embraced one and all-OR With venomous bellows of nonchalant smoke which diabolically tarnished his pristine atmosphere?

With the song of peace that you hummed from the innermost realms of our heart-OR With inexplicable misery that you inflicted upon boundless with the hideous noise of bombs exploding on every nook; corner and street?

With the magical wand of your friendship which transcended over every caste; creed; religion and tribe-OR With hurling cacophonic rockets at each other with the angst to kill ostensibly radiating from your bloodshot eyes?

With the ardor in your breath to exist in a perfect symbiosis with your fellow human being and the environment-OR With umpteen number of your sleazy bedlam bulbs that you stuck to innocent trees to torture their body-on spurious pretext of illuminating the air around?

With a fresh dawn of creativity in your veins to evolve tomorrows of new-found hope-OR With garishly parasitic rolling fire-balls which caused many a car and innocuous life to explode in flames; as it unwittingly trespassed their way?

With a noble spirit to part with your wealth for the assistance of all those rendered roofless- OR With spitting incoherent abuses on his priceless environment as your sinister looking cracker floundered to burst?

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HOW WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO WELCOME GOD ON DIWALI?

With the feeling of being just a piece of nothing infront of his Omnipresent aura-OR With mercilessly beheading trees left; right and center; in order to pave a clear way to welcome spurious dignitaries who wanted bangs and smoke?

With the sacred vow of eternal companionship you took for every of his created living beings-OR With simmering vindication in your soul as you torched the virgin sands of time with worthless sparklers swaying insidiously in your palms?

With due obeisance in your eyes for his unshakably Omnipotent fragrance-OR With innumerable holes that you'd dug in the belly of his earth; just in order to

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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.

Nikhil Parekh

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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 goose-bumps 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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infinite infinity; date you even more than ever before,

Bewitch me like I've forever wanted to bewitch each of your centripetally shy senses; and I promise I'll bewilder you till times beyond infinite infinity; bewilder you even more than ever before,

Spell bind me like I've forever wanted to spell bind even the tiniest of vivacious hair extruding from your regally virgin skin; and I promise I'll spell bind you till times beyond infinite infinity; spell bind you even more than ever before,

Fantasize me like I've forever wanted to fantasize every shade of your royal existence in a boundless myriad of forms and shapes; and I promise I'll fantasize you till times beyond infinite infinity; fantasize you even more than ever before,

Preach me like I've forever wanted to preach every unwittingly dwindling nerve of your sporadically jittery persona; and I promise I'll preach you till times beyond infinite infinity; preach you even more than ever before,

Suckle me like I've forever wanted to suckle in your everlastingly unassailable warmth; and I promise I'll suckle you till times beyond infinite infinity; suckle you even more than ever before,

Accompany me like I've forever wanted to accompany you as your undaunted comrade in whatever direction you choose to adventure; and I promise I'll accompany you till times beyond infinite infinity; accompany you even more than ever before,

Stare me like I've forever wanted to stare at the unlimitedly panoramic and profoundly humanitarian depth in your innocuous eyes; and I promise I'll stare you till times beyond infinite infinity; stare you even more than ever before,

Pat me like I've forever wanted to pat you at the most ephemeral of your accomplishment; and I promise I'll pat you till times beyond infinite infinity; pat you even more than ever before,

Sketch me like I've forever wanted to sketch every fragrant rendezvous with your Omnipotently endowed grace; and I promise I'll sketch you till times beyond infinite infinity; sketch you even more than ever before,

Breathe me like I've forever wanted to breathe every ubiquitously philanthropic goodness that emanated from your eternally resplendent creation; and I promise I'll breathe you till times beyond infinite infinity; breathe you even more than

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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.

Nikhil Parekh

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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 resided in their labyrinth of profusely enamoring lines instead; unflinchingly propelling forward as each chapter of your destiny; fabulously unleashed.

I didn't miss your ingratiatingly benevolent voice the slightest; didn't even think an inconspicuous trifle about its cadence which soared like an untamed seductress towards the cocoon of blue clouds,

I resided in its oligarchic origin instead; fulminating like a whirlwind of fresh emotions; each instance you opened your divinely mouth.

I didn't miss your philanthropically throbbing heart the slightest; didn't even think an inconspicuous trifle about the melodious rhythm it intransigently obeyed all day and night,

I resided in its unrelentingly poignant volley of beats instead; basking in the cavern of immortal love; for infinite more births of mine.

And I didn't miss your stupendously fascinating life the slightest; didn't even think an inconspicuous trifle about the valley of extraordinary adventure it plunged into every unfurling moment; bestowed upon it by the Almighty Lord, I resided in its gloriously triumphant set of breaths; traversing incessantly through the innermost corner of your chest and soul; till the time you lived this life; and took birth for countless more lives to come.

Nikhil Parekh

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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 mélange 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 standing in the middle of the street; intractably refused to budge an inch to the

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side; no matter how stringently I blew the horn of my monstrous automobile,

I spoke an overwhelmingly agitated STOP; when the battalion of sordid mosquitoes hovering around my ear; unrelentingly buzzed a flurry of pertinently discordant tunes,

I spoke an ebulliently exhilarated RUN; when my friend was just about to commence the race; the bellicose pistol shots punctured still carpets of air triggering its start,

I spoke a superlatively commanding SLEEP; to the innocuously stubborn child; who kept playing with his toy; even well past after wee hours of the midnight,

I spoke a mischievously flirtatious HI; at witnessing a voluptuous damsel on the solitary streets; that is after she winked at me with a tantalizingly playful nod of her head,

I spoke a timidly submissive PARDON ME; when I couldn't catch the indispensable words which the professor blurted; the very sentences which could surely arrive in the next day's deplorable exam paper,

I spoke a tumultuously volatile I LOVE YOU; when the only girl I loved; the queen of my hearts seemed to be drifting far away from me into a land of alien paradise,

I spoke a thunderously loud SHUT UP; when a cheeky intruder kept interrupting my conversation; disturbed my astronomical bouts of concentration; when I was blissfully communicating with my Omniscient Creator,

I spoke an infuriatingly abashing RASCAL; when the men I had stationed to guard my mother from perilously lurking evil; were found dreamily dozing in the peak

of brilliant afternoon; with a basket of peeled banana skins loitered sloppily around their feet,

I spoke a tearfully dolorous BYE; when my beloved was going for a few days to her maternal home; and an ocean of agony oozed out poignantly from

my heart and eye,

I spoke a convivially eloquent BON APPETITE; when I sat with my friend fir nocturnal dinner; with an appetizing fleet of sumptuous delicacies lying right before me; sizzling ravishingly into my eyes,

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I said an inexorably euphoric ENJOY; when I saw the impetuously flamboyant youngster dancing rampantly on the dance floor; swishing his body in nimble harmony with the seductive moonlight,

I said an unprecedentedly formal NICE TO MEET YOU; when my brief discourse with the Minister ended; and I had manipulatively extracted from his mouth the exact string of words I had actually dreamt of,

And I spoke a mystically Omnipotent ALLAH; every morning as I jolted off from heavenly sleep; every night as I bid farewell to the world for a short time;

and all those moments when I was confronted with inexplicable quandaries in life; when life seemed to be a gruesomely unfathomable turmoil.

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I Wanted To Breathe, Sleep, Eat With Your Name

You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 7 (176 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B012FEI0GY.

A Poem from my above described Book -

I wanted to breathe your name each time I exhaled out air; impregnating the atmosphere with your mystical fragrance,

Facilitating your entity to settle; occupying all quarters of my cloistered room.

I wanted to sight your name each time I opened my eyes; granting it a status of being blissfully omnipresent,

Making me thoroughly oblivious to the tyranny of the world; the ghastly incidences unleashing themselves on the crowded street.

I wanted to hear your name each time sound drifted into my ears; transforming all other noise into your splendor,

Making your voice my song for the brilliant morning as well as my rhyme for the freezing night.

I wanted to recite your name each time I opened my lips; circumventing my face with an inevitable smile,

Imparting rubicund color to the corners of my cheek; and an enchanting glow to the fortress of my teeth.

I wanted to imprison your name each time I clenched my fists; keeping it forever locked in my embrace,

Shielding it wholesomely from nefarious looks of the world; the lechery of savage souls existing on this globe.

I wanted to digest your name each time I consumed food; enabling me to keep you in proximity with my intestines,

Eventually becoming an indispensable constituent of my blood; circulating rambunctiously through my veins.

I wanted to envisage your name each time I felt like dreaming; profoundly incorporating my mind with your mesmerizing images,

Catapulting me to unprecedented territories of paradise; the very instant I wanted too.

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I wanted to incarcerate your name on my tongue each time I felt thirsty; to satiate the burning chords bouncing in my throat,

Celestially pacifying my desires; leading me to holistic pathways of spiritual healing.

I wanted to write your name in grandiloquent bold letters each time my fingers itched to move; accentuating it profoundly on bonded paper,

Portraying the enlightening effect that it has; when sighted in embossed script.

And I wanted to remember your name with the first beams of evanescent dawn; and the last minute before shutting my eyes,

Blessing me with loads of courage to fight the acerbic day; sleep as unperturbed as god in the ominous night.

Nikhil Parekh

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If Only I Could Win Every Heart

You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 14 (136 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B013F5W8BK.

Poetry from my Book as above mentioned -

I hadn't the most infinitesimal of desire to conquer the planet with the power of sacrilegious wealth; but if only I could win every symbiotically throbbing heart on this fathomless Universe with the balm of immortal love; then I'd consider each element of my signature to be perpetually blessed.

I hadn't the most ephemeral of desire to conquer the planet with the power of satanic wealth; but if only I could win every blissfully throbbing heart on this boundless Universe with the rainbow of immortal love; then I'd consider each of my footsteps; to be perpetually blessed.

I hadn't the most infidel of desire to conquer the planet with the power of diabolical wealth; but if only I could win every celestially throbbing heart on this gigantic Universe with the sky of immortal love; then I'd consider each word that I uttered; to be perpetually blessed.

I hadn't the most evanescent of desire to conquer the planet with the power of treacherous wealth; but if only I could win every bountifully throbbing heart on this colossal Universe with the meadow of immortal love; then I'd consider each blooddrop of mine; to be perpetually blessed.

I hadn't the most fugitive of desire to conquer the planet with the power of incarcerating wealth; but if only I could win every effulgently throbbing heart on this interminable Universe with the tree of immortal love; then I'd consider each smile that I diffused; to be perpetually blessed.

I hadn't the most insouciant of desire to conquer the planet with the power of marauding wealth; but if only I could win every harmoniously throbbing heart on this

endless Universe with the rainshowers of immortal love; then I'd consider each globule of my sweat; to be perpetually blessed.

I hadn't the most obsolete of desire to conquer the planet with the power of indiscriminate wealth; but if only I could win every jubilantly throbbing heart on this unceasing Universe with the seeds of immortal love; then I'd consider each

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reflection of mine; to be perpetually blessed.

I hadn't the most disappearing of desire to conquer the planet with the power of cold-blooded wealth; but if only I could win every beautifully throbbing heart on this limitless Universe with the lanterns of immortal love; then I'd consider each voluntary and involuntary reflex of mine; to be perpetually blessed.

I hadn't the most absconding of desire to conquer the planet with the power of wanton wealth; but if only I could win every humanitarianly throbbing heart on this

unbelievable Universe with the flames of immortal love; then I'd consider each fantasy of mine; to be perpetually blessed.

I hadn't the most receding of desire to conquer the planet with the power of tawdry wealth; but if only I could win every victoriously throbbing heart on this unbridled Universe with the bonds of immortal love; then I'd consider each nimble bone of my mine; to be perpetually blessed.

I hadn't the most dormant of desire to conquer the planet with the power of non-existent wealth; but if only I could win every passionately throbbing heart on this unfettered Universe with the winds of immortal love; then I'd consider each pathway that I traversed; to be perpetually blessed.

I hadn't the most decrepit of desire to conquer the planet with the power of vindictive wealth; but if only I could win every poignantly throbbing heart on this synergistic Universe with the sea of immortal love; then I'd consider each sound that I heard; to be perpetually blessed.

I hadn't the most remotest of desire to conquer the planet with the power of devilish wealth; but if only I could win every wonderfully throbbing heart on this fathomless Universe with the atmosphere of immortal love; then I'd consider each patch of flesh; to be perpetually blessed.

I hadn't the most obfuscated of desire to conquer the planet with the power of remorseful wealth; but if only I could win every fantastically throbbing heart on this effervescent Universe with the mist of immortal love; then I'd consider each mission of mine; to be perpetually blessed.

I hadn't the most evaporating of desire to conquer the planet with the power of wretched wealth; but if only I could win every benevolently throbbing heart on this

undefeated Universe with the wand of immortal love; then I'd consider each line

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of my destiny; to be perpetually blessed.

I hadn't the most mercurial of desire to conquer the planet with the power of sinful wealth; but if only I could win every compassionately amiable heart on this

unassailable Universe with the syrup of immortal love; then I'd consider each pore of my skin; to be perpetually blessed.

I hadn't the most crumbling of desire to conquer the planet with the power of sadistic wealth; but if only I could win every bounteously untainted heart on this mesmerizing Universe with the epitomes of immortal love; then I'd consider each dormitory of my soul; to be perpetually blessed.

I hadn't the most extinguishing of desire to conquer the planet with the power of murderous wealth; but if only I could win every fantastically unhindered heart on this astounding Universe with the apogees of Immortal love; then I'd consider each of my breath; to be perpetually blessed.

And I hadn't the most teeniest of desire to conquer the planet with the power of bawdy wealth; but if only I could win every spell-bindingly liberated heart on this panoramic Universe with the paradise of immortal love; then I'd consider each beat of my impoverished chest; to be perpetually blessed.

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If You Cut A Tree; You Cut Your Own Mother - Poems On Environment, Wildlife, Mother Nature, Global Warming

A 297 pages Poetry Book.

BOOK DESCRIPTION

This compilation of natural poems is a tribute to infinite elements of Mother Nature in its most glorious form. Each poetic stanza brings out the eternal beauty of the 'Natural Habitat' and proves time and again, that wildlife and nature are the two most quintessential parts of Gods celestial earth. The more Man devastates his own environment to quench his cannibalistic desire, the more he treads on the path to ultimate ruination. Be it an inconspicuous mosquito/leaf/seed or a gigantic human form/tree- by killing either you're committing the greatest sin, because for the Creator every form of life-whether tiny or Herculean is pricelessly equal. One effusively brilliant poem after another, Parekh creates awareness in our burgeoning youth to conserve and protect untamed Environment/Wildlife. The poet exhorts everyone to be blessed with every richness of this planet by letting Nature and Wildlife spawn, just the way it did when the Lord had created this earth millions of years ago.

This book aims at disseminating the message of environment and wildlife conservation in each of its verse which are interwoven with the splendor and sparkle of God's bountiful chapters of creation. Whilst unceasingly describing the naturally panoramic beauty of this Universe-the poems within urge the innocent child in each one of us to come forward, help save the environment. And at the same time be a princely slave of its wonderfully ravishing fragrance, which makes you realize our true mission and roots in life.

To Find above described Book visit webpage - amazon.com/dp/B011363VUA.

A Poem From the Book

IT WAS SOON GOING TO RAIN

The squirrels suddenly commenced to boisterously gallivant through the branches; jubilantly diffusing into a festoon of uninhibitedly ecstatic sounds,

The rivers suddenly increased their pace a trifle; ardently clashing against the

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resplendently glittering rocks that confronted them in their way,

The roses suddenly came back to vibrant life after the sullen day; triumphantly radiating an unsurpassable ocean of unassailably mesmerizing scent,

And a cradle of voluptuously crimson clouds suddenly embellished the sky; enveloping its fathomlessly barren periphery with stupendously spell binding color and grace,

O! Yes; your guess was as good as anybody else's on this gargantuan planet; the truculent tyranny of heat was soon about to disappear into the aisles of nothingness; it was soon going to thunderously rain.

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The sparrows suddenly started to ebulliently whistle; euphorically deluging every cranny of this fathomless atmosphere with an everlasting entrenchment of fantastically enamoring sounds,

The kangaroos suddenly sprinted in air like never before; ecstatically racing through the unfathomably timeless wilderness; with the astronomically indefatigable enthrallment of Mother nature in their stride,

The eggs suddenly hatched into the most fabulously beautiful of fledglings; permeating the fabric of the gloomy air around with an unrelenting volley of divinely new born life and sound,

And a blanket of gorgeously titillating clouds suddenly enlightened the sky; majestically painting its empty belly with streaks of poignantly compassionate and everlasting empathy,

O! Yes; your guess was as good as anybody else's on this boundless planet; the salacious whiplash of acrimonious heat was soon about to wholesomely abnegate; it was soon going to indefatigably rain.

2.

The lions suddenly pumped their fur an extravagant trifle; victoriously parading through the insatiably untamed outgrowths of; euphoric scarlet and green,

The bells in the sacrosanct temple suddenly started to incessantly ring; casting a spell of impregnably mystical incantation; upon every religion; caste; and alike;

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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.

3.

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.

Nikhil Parekh

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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 Marrying Her

You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 5 (165 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B0121BBY82.

A Poem from my above described Book -

Just touching her skin; doesn't mean that you were brutally forcing her,

Just winking at her doesn't mean; that you were perpetually proposing her,

Just playing with her voluptuous hair; doesn't mean that you compassionately cared about her,

Just staring into her rubicund eyes; doesn't mean that you understood every iota of her pain,

Just sitting beside her enchanting grace; doesn't mean that you audaciously shouldered all her miseries in life,

Just tightly clasping her dainty palms; doesn't mean that you understood what she actually desired from life,

Just mischievously pinching her skin; doesn't mean that you were making her feel like an immaculate child,

Just taking her out in your swanky car; doesn't mean that you were pacifying every need of her existence,

Just inscribing her name with a knife on your chest; doesn't mean you were more passionate about her; than the angels in the sky,

Just uttering her name umpteenth number of times in a minute; doesn't mean that you made her every dream manifest into a reality,

Just traversing behind her like a shadow; doesn't mean that you could read what was incessantly going on in her heavenly mind,

Just philandering with her on the romantic mountains; doesn't mean that you were the greatest lover born on this earth,

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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.

Nikhil Parekh

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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 humanitarian swirl,

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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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Life = Death - Poems On Life, Death

volume 1 to 10 (1200 pages)

BOOK DESCRIPTION

This enigmatic collection of poems explores and equates the boundless possibilities of life and death and delves into each intricate inexplicability of survival. Parekh's roving philosophical eye brings the unconquerable richness of life to the fore and yet at the same time explicitly highlights the veracity of 'death' as the absolute certainty of every existence. The poet joyously celebrates the occasions of both life and death with equal panache in each poetic stanza sewn with the uncanny mysteries of this Universe. The poems within immortalize both life and death as the ultimate victories and the two most contrastingly amazing and divine sides of creation. Catapulting the reader to the threshold of ultimate ecstasy; they bring about an impromptu twist with the closure of breath and what lies beyond. This charismatically woven collection of poetic verse would equally enamor the narcissist as well as the simple humanitarian to the core.

This book is a humble attempt to enlighten the readers with the equality of life and death-and to live in both of them to the most unparalleled fullest. Embracing only the religion of humanity, as the Lord has commanded every living being on earth. You cant die in life and cant live in death-each of these components are irrefutably equal in every respect and should be worshipped with due obeisance.

To browse above described varied Books visit - amazon.com/author/nikhilparekh.

A Poem From the Book

DESTINED TO BE DEAD. WHEN GOD WANTS.

I didn't know whether it would be flamboyantly optimistic rays of the Sun; or whether the sky would resemble silver streaks of monsoon grey- when I'd step out of the pitch dark coal mine,

I didn't know whether it'd rain unrelentingly; or whether it'd turn out to be a day embellished with the profoundness of ecstatic light- as I retired for sleep just a few hours before,

I didn't know whether I'd meet with several uncouth barricades; or whether I'd reach the finishing line of sweet success like the flight of a royally unbridled

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eagle- as I tread on the jagged road outside,

I didn't know whether the very next person I'd encounter would be a long-lost friend; or a complete stranger with whom I'd have to interact from the infinitesimal scratch so that we became best friends,

I didn't know whether the waves of the ocean would serenely undulate under the opalescent Moon- or whether there would be an undivided wall of fiery water called 'Tsunami' hurtling towards the crowded township- as I merrily hummed the tunes of my choice snuggled cozily in my hotel room,

I didn't know whether there'd be impeccable landscapes of ice as I traversed up the hills; or whether what would greet me would be treacherous barren slopes-with delightful rivulets of water tumbling by my side,

I didn't know whether the colossal edifice would retain its poise; or come down crumbling like a pack of frigid matchsticks; as the earthquake struck without the tiniest of insinuation and with insurmountable might,

I didn't know whether the bus awkwardly wobbling through the hills; would reach the summit with all passengers in bliss; or whether it'd skid its way head-on-down into the stillness of the devouring gorge,

I didn't know whether the tantalizing plain of mud that laid infront; would facilitate to reach the other end like a royal safari- or whether it'd perseveringly suck life trying to traverse being the slippery sand,

I didn't know whether the fresh bundle of life soon about to leave the womb and entire planet divine- would be an unequivocally bonding baby girl; or a mischievous little darling baby boy,

I didn't know whether the stranger walking abreast my window; lived in a charmed castle of glittering columns and crowns- or whether he found solace under the open roof of the unassailable sky; when night inevitably descended by,

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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with the threads of love,

I didn't know whether the bride and bride-groom who appeared so wondrously enlightened on solemnization of marriage- would lead a life further of unhindered joy; mutual bliss and respect- or whether their existence would mark a new chapter of being fraught with total discontent; dissimilarities and disparities,

I didn't know whether the flamboyantly roaring lion would attack the man with savage hostility; or would come near him to timidly lap up his palm; the same man who'd once upon a time removed a thorn from its profusely oozing wound,

I didn't know whether the vultures would admire their unfettered flight in the scintillatingly candid mirror; or whether they'd disintegrate the same into worthless pieces with nonchalant probes of their legs and beaks,

I didn't know whether the inscrutably exuberant paintings of the painter would reach him the epitome of mortal success and fame; or whether he'd spend a life in lambasted reclusion and seclusion from the outside world,

I didn't know whether the kite I flew from my terrace; would soar placidly as I relished plucking at its lifeless string; or whether it'd fall with an instantaneous thud upon obdurate concrete; cut by a counterpart string which had more luck that time,

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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Life Is As Omnipotent As God

Life = Death - volume 2 - Poems on Life, Death (167 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B0148XC8NG.

Poetry from my Book as above mentioned -

Life is as sweet as a chocolate; go and greedily crunch it,

Life is as ravishing as the choppy ocean; go and swim in it,

Life is as dense as the deciduous forest; go and voraciously philander in it,

Life is as perspicuous as the scintillating mirror; go and sight your reflection in it,

Life is as green as the sprawling grasses; go and exuberantly roll in it,

Life is as impeccable as frosty cows milk; go and perseveringly gulp it,

Life is as fragrant as the mesmerizing scarlet rose; go and smell it,

Life is as warm as the cozy quilt; go and comfortably snuggle in it,

Life is as voluptuous as brown chunks of mud; go and ebulliently plough it,

Life is as vivid as the rainbow in the cosmos; go and surreptitiously perceive it,

Life is as surreal as blissful heaven; go and inexorably fantasize about it,

Life is as contemporary as the swanky car; go and drive it,

Life is as slippery as the slimy oyster shells; go and intensely feel it,

Life is as thorny as the gigantic cactus; go and prick it,

Life is as poignant as green chili; go and tenaciously chew it,

Life is as heavy as the mammoth boulder; go and skillfully hoist it,

Life is as strong as the formidable fortress wall; go and wrestle with it,

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Life is as grandiloquent as the bombastic palace; go and languish in it,

Life is as brilliant as the dazzling sun; go and bask directly beneath it,

Life is as dark as the cloistered well; go and dip your persona in it,

Life is as enchanting as the placid moon; go and profoundly admire it,

Life is as blistering as the scorching deserts; go and run unrelentingly in it,

Life is as beautiful as the dainty fairy; go and gently caress it,

Life is as incredulous as the conventional aircraft; go and fly high in it,

Life is as comic as the circus clown; go and tumultuously laugh with it,

Life is as steep as the lanky mountain; go and adroitly clamber it,

Life is as tingling as the gushing mountain stream; go and uninhibitedly bathe in it,

Life is as intricate as the mothers womb; go and worship it,

Life is as horrendous as the swirling whirlpool; go and audaciously confront it,

Life is as enigmatic as the meticulously spun spiders web; go and entangle it,

Life is as simple as a line drawn on the floor; go and vigorously enjoy it,

Life is as savage as a sword; go and fight valiantly with it,

Life is as vibrant as the majestic peacock spreading its feathers; go and supremely relish it,

Life is as romantic as the person you care for; go and incorrigibly love it,

Life is as sacrosanct as the Omnipotent Creator; go and wholesomely lead it.

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Life's A Brilliant Mixture Of It All

Life = Death - volume 10 - Poems on Life, Death (98 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B0150TBO3M.

Poetry from my Book as above mentioned -

Is life solely about benevolently donating each passionately eclectic instant of yours; to every tangible and intangibly hapless fragment of deteriorating living kind?

Is life solely about fervently loving someone so much; that brand new definitions of love were immortally embedded once again in every perceivably suspended ingredient—of the invincible atmosphere?

Is life solely about fantasizing beyond the realms of the ordinary; plunging deeper and deeper each zipping second; into an unfathomable gorge of inscrutably uncanny excitement?

Is life solely about inexhaustibly admiring every single of the Omniscient Lord's infinite creations; transforming into the truest poet at the tiniest insinuation of blossoming nature divine?

Is life solely about befriending everyone around you irrespective of caste; creed; religion or tribe; and irrespective of whether it was the worst of your enemy pugnaciously staring down the whites of your eyes?

Is life solely about titillating the obscurest bud of taste in your tongue; with the most inimitable cuisines directly from the lap of mother nature; for a countless hours in a day?

Is life solely about indefatigably sermonizing the ideals of symbiotically peaceful existence; which you'd yourself imbibed in each ingredient of your blood; as you'd unflinchingly traversed through every of its lane?

Is life solely about burying your face unimaginably deep into the bosom of your sacred mother; and then feeling the most unconquerable man alive—in the cold-blooded face of even the ghastliest of death?

Is life solely about living out even the most bizarre of your whims and eccentricities to the fullest; walking on your self created cloud nine all the time;

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as long as it didn't the tiniest hurt any living kind?

Is life solely about triumphantly breathing in the spirit of unassailable humanity; and unsparingly beheading even the most obfuscated trace of the devil; to amorphously feckless chowder?

Is life solely about incessantly singing hymns of beauty; perpetuating even the most robotically dilapidated cranny of the atmosphere; with the freshness of miraculously blessing creation?

Is life solely about sizzling each unfurling second in the flames of adventure; precariously teetering on the edge of space; yet feeling the adrenalin rush towards the ultimate summits of paradise?

Is life solely about earnestly saluting each act of altruistic kindness; falling in due obeisance only in the feet of immortal love; as it spread like a magicians wand in each poignant heartbeat alike?

Is life solely about looking forward to the optimistic rays of tomorrow; untiringly rising everytime you hopelessly flounder into nothingness and fall; to become the eternal scent of a new dawn?

Is life solely about timelessly finding your very own inimitably priceless identity amidst a pack of satanically pouncing wolves; challenging the tyrannical norms of destiny to chart the pathway of your own dreams?

Is life solely about irrefutably saying no to even the most diminutive insinuation of dreaded lies; torching the mortuaries of lackadaisicalness forever with the Omnipresent flame of truth?

Is life solely about developing relationships more insuperably thicker than those of the 'blood'; where the tide of humanitarian compassion and friendship beautifully transcended over one and all?

Is life solely about reliving those impeccably golden moments of the exuberant past; transiting back into those fresh cries of birth—where the whole world for once became—a cradle of magnificent togetherness?

No. It never was 'solely'; but life's an emphatically brilliant mixture of it all.

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Life's A Complete Circle.

Life = Death - volume 6 - Poems on Life, Death (172 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B014S0WIDO.

Poetry from my Book as above mentioned -

The best of the most invincibly fragrant heavens or the worst of the most pathetically deteriorating of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,

The best of the most bountifully Omnipotent heavens or the worst of the most ghastily impoverished of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,

The best of the most blazingly triumphant heavens; or the worst of the most brutally crucifying of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,

The best of the most beautifully iridescent heavens; or the worst of the most sinfully pulverizing of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,

The best of the most unbelievably ecstatic heavens; or the worst of the most cadaverously torturous of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,

The best of the most jubilantly blessing heavens; or the worst of the most traumatically slandering of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,

The best of the most blissfully ubiquitous heavens; or the worst of the most disgracefully devilish of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,

The best of the most symbiotically fructifying heavens; or the worst of the most hedonistically massacring of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,

The best of the most poignantly effulgent heavens; or the worst of the most sadistically cannibalistic of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to

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even think about,

The best of the most Omnisciently ameliorating heavens; or the worst of the most wickedly delirious of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,

The best of the most irrefutably righteous heavens; or the worst of the most tyrannically lambasting of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,

The best of the most eternally blessing heavens; or the worst of the most cynically disparaging of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,

The best of the most rhapsodically uninhibited heavens; or the worst of the most truculently disintegrating of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,

The best of the most unassailably liberating heavens; or the worst of the most unsparingly excoriating of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,

The best of the most indomitably fearless heavens; or the worst of the most abhorrently parasitic of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,

The best of the most perpetually consecrating heavens; or the worst of the most meaninglessly wanton of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,

The best of the most magically charismatic heavens; or the worst of the most ominously venomous of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,

The best of the most undefeatedly Omnipresent heavens; or the worst of the most sadistically tawdry of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even

think about,

The best of the most immortally compassionate heavens; or the worst of the most wretchedly fetid of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,

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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

to unfurl.

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Limca Book Of Records - India And Her People At Their Very Best.

Tribute Poetry on 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; written in appreciation of its awe - inspiringly enthralling pages.

They were pages which sparkled with the most eclectic brilliances of life- in its countless shapes and vivacious forms,

They were pages which unconquerably rose over every discrepancy of caste; creed; color and race- to showcase the inexplicable and unusual genius of the united living race,

They were pages which were the most fearlessly unbiased in content—portraying the absolute truth to the world; in all its unbelievable glory; candour and victory galore,

They were pages which escalated reading pleasure to the most unattainable of heights—bedazzling every ingredient of the atmosphere with the undying courage; grit and fortitude of all mankind,

They were pages which spun a web of unparalleled enchantment into the deepest recesses of the soul—stupefying each vein with the utmost magnificence and wonders of the world,

They were pages which when read by every commoner made him feel closer to his rudiments on mother earth—truly glorifying the spirit of majestic existence to its unsurpassable best,

They were pages which were the breathing pulse of not just a nation of a billion people—but which stirred the chords of every living heart towards the hilt of unimaginable achievement,

They were pages which truly immortalized the adage 'Impossible is indeed a word in the dictionary of fools—for no human will to conquer the extraordinary can ever be defeated; except by the Almighty God,

They were pages wherein the bizarre most of fantasies took shape of undefeated

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reality—as 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 exist—as 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 dead—charmed 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 wind—beautifully depicting each stark shade of existence at its infallible best,

They were pages which were a royal blend of amazing editorial dexterity and talent extraordinaire—which 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 audience—whilst 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 possibility—unveiling a boundless new dimensions to every sealed opportunity of life,

They were pages which were true patriots till their very last breath and beyond—not 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 exuberant—and do it now,

They were pages which conquered over even the most invisible trace of the devil and lies—with the most spectacularly charismatic adventures of victory—that 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 Records—highlighting the very best from amongst a billion Indians- year after year after year of the

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most unbelievably spectacular living achievement,

And not because I was a Nine-time National record holder for my Poetry with the book; but my heart ranks 'The Limca Book of Records' the best amongst every other book on earth - as it veritably depicts my sacrosanct motherland 'India and her beloved people at their very best'.

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Long Live Godly Life

Life = Death - volume 8 - Poems on Life, Death (170 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B014TUITOU.

Poetry from my Book as above mentioned -

Every innocuous step that you have marvelously bequeathed upon my dwindling stride; was unsurpassably more than infinite gardens of spuriously scintillating and penalizing currency,

Every instant of jubilation that you have royally bequeathed upon my miserably fading visage; was overwhelmingly more than infinite treasuries of bombastically malevolent and devastating currency,

Every tantalizing dream that you have ingratiatingly bequeathed upon my nonchalantly wandering mind; was irrefutably more than infinite cloudbursts of viciously hurtling and truculent currency,

Every poignant blush that you have celestially bequeathed upon my pathetically abraded cheeks; was unfathomably more than infinite entrenchments of abominably prejudiced and worthless currency,

Every stream of crimson blood that you have gorgeously bequeathed upon my disastrously fatigued veins; was incomprehensibly more than infinite skies of ominously cacophonic and gory currency,

Every unflinchingly tenacity that you have unassailably bequeathed upon my shriveled muscles; was astronomically more than infinite oceans of capriciously obsolete and doomsday currency,

Every inscrutably enigmatic destiny line that you have fabulously bequeathed upon my erringly minuscule palms; was intransigently more than infinite tunnels of abhorrently stinking and imprisoning currency,

Every ingredient of robustly sparkling health that you have gloriously bequeathed upon my debilitating body; was ubiquitously more than infinite whirlpools of insipidly dithering and horrific currency,

Every benevolently philanthropic goodness that you have sacredly bequeathed upon my beleaguered soul; was unconquerably more than infinite mountains of

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ominously differentiating and victimizing currency,

Every impeccable artistry that you have spell bindingly bequeathed upon my diminutive aura; was unbelievably more than infinite cisterns of lividly acrimonious and insidious currency,

Every integrally gratifying talent that you have blissfully bequeathed upon my penurious countenance; was grandiloquently more than infinite farms of uncouthly massacring and raunchy currency,

Every wave of untamed euphoria that you have heavenly bequeathed upon my ludicrously orphaned senses; was gigantically more than infinite lands of brutally tyrannizing and decimating currency,

Every seductively enthralling shadow that you have fantastically bequeathed upon my capriciously fluttering demeanor; was unbelievably more than infinite caverns of traumatically lambasting and salacious currency,

Every spurt of poignant enthusiasm that you have wonderfully bequeathed upon my irascibly estranged persona; was unshakably more than infinite hurricanes of diabolically pulverizing and crippling currency,

Every enamoring melody that you have uninhibitedly bequeathed upon my indigently dying throat; was invincibly more than infinite wells of horrendously stagnating and adulterated currency,

Every globule of astoundingly golden sweat that you have aristocratically bequeathed upon my lackadaisically indolent shoulders; was colossally more than infinite dungeons of treacherously rotting and invidiously dilapidated currency,

Every iota of eternal truth that you have Omnisciently bequeathed upon my deleteriously hollow conscience; was undoubtedly more than infinite warfields of belligerently ghoulish and assassinating currency,

Every puff of stupendously harmonious breath that you have divinely bequeathed upon my languidly tiny nostrils; was irretrievably more than infinite hell's of murderously morbid and insane currency,

Every beat of impregnable love that you have Omnipotently bequeathed upon my frantically searching heart; was unprecedentedly more than infinite corpses of remorsefully forlorn and vindictive currency,

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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.

Nikhil Parekh

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Longest Book Written By A Mortal – Collected Poetry

This Book has a Print Length of 5254 pages on the Amazon Kindle. The Poetry Collection contains thousands of Nikhil Parekh's poems on - God, Peace, Love, Anti Terrorism, Friendship, Life, Death, Environment, Wildlife, Mother, Father, Children, Parenthood, Humanity, Social Cause, Women empowerment, Poverty, Lovers, Brotherhood. This Book currently has approximately 1.15 million words, about 2160 differently titled Poems authored by the Indian Poet and almost a 187000 lines in it.

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A Poem From the Book -

Food and its victorious power.

It made a person irrefutably realize his / her true stature on this earth – which was nothing infront of the Almighty Lord – as morsels were gobbled with raw humanitarian fervor and then even the most mature of body exultated in child-like delight,

It made people forget deplorably miserly discrepancies of caste; creed; color and religion over its tantalizingly sumptuous aroma,

It naturally impregnated a wretchedly war-infested environment – with the charm of an existence replete with symbiotic health and prosperity,

It gathered hordes of hungry stomachs and palettes into uninhibited camaraderie

– as they sat in compassionate unity to devour its quintessential morsels for survival,

It melted even the most indiscriminately traumatic persona which lambasted the innocent – with its succulently impeccable taste which was a harbinger of bountiful humanity,

It fascinated the young and the old with its astounding freshness and vitality – which very soon blended with the fabric of existence after the gratifying bite,

It put all hostility and that desire to ruthlessly conquer to blissful sleep – as it made its way most naturally and ravishingly into the extraordinarily emaciated intestine,

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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 we're 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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its irresistibly appetizing grandeur instilled the basic tenets of selflessness and humanitarian care,

Such was food and its majestic power.

Nikhil Parekh

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Longest Poem Written By Nikhil Parekh - Only As Life

This is an 80 pages Poetry Book.

BOOK DESCRIPTION

Longest Poem written by Parekh contains a Herculean,7389 words,46257 characters. Composed in his own inimitable style and with stupendous intensity all throughout, the poem is a royal treatise to the chapters of the English language and is the first of its kind evolved in pure poetic verse till the end, unlike many of its contemporaries. The verses within are humble salutations to the boundless chapters of life and love and are a reflection of the poet's brain, bizarrely stretched to the most unprecedented limits. Now available in the form of a book, this singular poem is one of the most outstanding example of thousands of similies encompassed under one roof and delivered to optimum effect. The poem continues to be unparalleled in its length and one of the most unflailingly distinctive of its kind in the universal english poetic fraternity. This book aims at eventually arriving at the veritable meaning of the chapter called ' Life ' - interweaving through countless elements and analogies offered by the creations of God - unfurling each instant around us.

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Some different stanzas from the Book

Every star in the wonderfully resplendent cosmos; may or may not enthrallingly shine,

And every thing on this Universe that flamboyantly shines; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a STAR.

Every flower sprouting from fathomless kilometers of land; may or may not diffuse rhapsodic fragrance,

And every thing on this Universe that is seductively fragrant; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a FLOWER.

Every cloud in the voluptuously crimson sky; may or may not pelt tantalizing droplets of golden rain,

And every thing on this Universe that is enigmatically misty; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a CLOUD.

Every tree on bountifully fertile soil; may or may not blossom into an astounding

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flurry of succulent fruit,

And every thing on this Universe that spawns into countless of its kind; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a TREE.

Every battlefield on vindictively belligerent mud; may or may not metamorphose into the ultimate victory of mankind,

And every thing on this Universe that massacres and indiscriminately sucks blood; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a BATTLEFIELD.

Every clock that incessantly functions for centuries immemorial; may or may not transit you into incredulously ravishing waves of untamed nostalgia,

And every thing on this Universe that monotonously ticks; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a CLOCK.

Every lion philandering rampantly through the profusely robust jungles; may or may not be a man-eater,

And every thing on this Universe; that was vociferously ferocious; could not be irrefutably termed; only as LION.

Every hive sandwiched amidst the magnificently royal foliage; may or may not be boisterously buzzing,

And every thing on this Universe; that was melodiously chattering and sweet; could not be irrefutably termed as; only a HIVE.

Every eye majestically embossed in the sockets of the charismatically alluring face; may or may not be emphatic,

And every thing on this Universe with poignantly gushing tears; could not be irrefutably termed; only as an EYE.

Every salubrious coconut suspended from the branches; may or may not harbor ingratiatingly sweet water in its belly,

And every thing on this Universe that was obdurately hard; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a COCONUT.

Every dungeon countless kilometers beneath soil; may or may not harbor an unfathomable conglomerate of snakes,

And every thing on this Universe as dark as the ghastly night; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a DUNGEON.

Every stream voluptuously cascading through the mountains; may or may not be culminating into ecstatic froth,

And every bit of water wandering freely on this Universe; could not be irrefutably

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termed; only as a STREAM.

Every song captivatingly floating through the surreally mesmerizing atmosphere; may or may not convey the message profoundly imbibed within,

And every voice that emanated on this Universe; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a SONG.

Every thorn surreptitiously creeping from nimble covers of soil; may or may not acrimoniously infiltrate into innocuous skin,

And every thing on this Universe that was piquantly sharp; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a THORN.

Every wind exuberantly blowing across the gorgeous valley; may or may not strike the rocks,

And every draught of euphoric air on this Universe; could not be irrefutably termed; only as WIND.

Every chili tangily extruding from immaculate layers of soil; may or may not turbulently sting the tongue,

And every thing on this Universe that was thunderously spicy; could not be irrefutably termed; only as CHILI.

Every spider fabulously slithering through its sticky web; may or may not inhabit the same for a fathomless lifetimes,

And every thing on this Universe that was intractably sticky and entangled; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a SPIDER.

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Love Versus Terrorism - Poems On Anti Terror, Peace,

Love, Brotherhood

Part 1 to Part 2 (409 pages)

BOOK DESCRIPTION

In a planet usurped today by graveyards of terrorism, this poetic collection imparts enlightenment, optimism, courage and an eternal desire to breathe free. GOD'S sacred earth isn't the way it used to be when it was created, thanks to greed of man which has indiscriminately torn apart every creed, color and definition of time for the 5 alphabets called 'MONEY'. The devil has spread terror in the name of religion, in the name of God, most abusively, without the slightest remorse. This book brilliantly equates 'Love' and 'terrorism' at every step and goes on to timelessly prove that no matter how ghastily terrorism perpetuates into the atmosphere, immortal love perennially triumphs over one and all on the earth. A startling collection of anti terror poems in an hour when the world wants them more than anything else, Parekh's words act as a harbinger of peace to infinite masses agonizingly estranged in brutal violence and bloodshed. A must read for every patron of global peace out there!

Love Versus Terrorism unconquerably depicts at each stage that no matter how wretched the wrath of terrorism has penetrated into the planet today-Love forever emerges victorious. Because God has created it as the most Omnipotent panacea for one and all humanity and the living kind. As long as the earth exists, the devil would continue to exist in various forms and shapes-trying his best to insidiously harm living kind. But the power of truth, love, compassion would not only conquer it in all respects, but would continue to bond the entire planet in threads of everlasting humanity. So that the best religion that pervades over one and all is the 'Religion of Humanity'. This book is an unflinching salute to the chapters of love, peace and brotherhood-which are the most efficacious panacea to conquer dastardly terrorism.

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A Poem From the Book

GHASTLY WAR COULD ONLY WIN

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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 gloriously unfettered and victorious future; had now been forever burnt into

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flames of inanely decrepit meaninglessness,

Licentious war could only win; countless dumbness of all those perpetually stunned by the impact of the intransigent heartlessness; all those whose voice forever refrained to waft out of their throats; as they saw their own brothers and children being buried alive; right infront of their eyes,

Disastrous war could only win; countless diseases of all those whose every iota of flesh had been tawdrily ripped apart; to remorsefully reveal their profusely pus laden bones,

Imbecile war could only win; countless insecurities of all those who'd lost every ounce of their physical and emotional possession in vibrant life; for whom every trembling footstep forward; seemed to be like the most massacring valley of death,

Diabolical war could only win; countless blood-drops of all those who lay miserably unattended and inconsolably wounded; for whom there seemed nothing else but a mortuary of despondently never-ending darkness; infront of even the most

ethereal of their senses,

Heinous war could only win; countless sarcasms of all those who were neither a part of it; or all those who never lost any of their loved ones to its tyrannical swirl; but whose tongues still developed a flagrant flavor simply listening to all delirious atrocities going around,

Deteriorating war could only win; countless idiosyncrasies of all those who were mentally tortured by its whiplashes of apathetic ferociousness; for whom every instant of life had now metamorphosed into the gutters of worthless insanity,

Unceremonious war could only win; countless living-deaths of all those still existing just for the sake of inhaling and exhaling out air; but for whom the entire Universe was nothing but an ominous skeleton of unrelentingly stabbing blackness,

And cowardly war could only win; countless betrayals of all those who once upon a time immortally loved; but now whose every beat had wholesomely metamorphosed

into slandering sinfulness; tirelessly witnessing blood and malice as the only signatures of blessed life.

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Neither Could Life Stop Death; Neither Could Death

Stop Life.

Life = Death - volume 4 - Poems on Life, Death (162 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B014S06M2M.

Poetry from my Book as above mentioned -

Neither could rain stop abominably heartless drought whenever it is destined; nor could any drought in anyways put brakes upon bountifully utopian rain; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is majestically destined,

Neither could truth stop horrifically demented lies whenever it is destined; nor could any lies in anyways put brakes upon triumphantly unflinching truth; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is bounteously destined,

Neither could child birth stop bizarrely sadistic impotency whenever it is destined; nor could any impotency in anyways put brakes upon amazingly unassailable child birth; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is exuberantly destined,

Neither could the Sun stop frigidly numbing snow whenever it is destined; nor could any snow in anyways put brakes upon the Omnipotently blazing Sun; whenever it's inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is wondrously destined,

Neither could the Lotus stop dolorously asphyxiating stench whenever it is destined; nor could any stench in anyways put brakes upon the aristocratically blossoming and redolent Lotus; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is invincibly destined,

Neither could Kingliness stop demonically beheading poverty whenever it is destined; nor could any poverty in anyways put brakes upon unsurpassably opulent Kingliness; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is eternally destined,

Neither could goodness stop hedonistically murderous evil whenever it is destined; nor could any evil in anyways put brakes upon miraculously

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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 spell-binding 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 Organism Is A Born Terrorist

Feel euphoric to post a Poetry here from my Book titled - ' Love Versus Terrorism - Part 1 - 164 pages '; which can be browsed

at - amazon.com/dp/B003XVYJ6E.

NO ORGANISM IS A BORN TERRORIST

No petal is ever born disdainfully decayed; from the womb of the redolently mesmerizing and celestially effulgent flower,

No fledgling is ever born a hideously treacherous vulture; from the womb of the uninhibitedly ecstatic and timelessly soaring bird,

No raindrop is ever born smeared with satanic blood; from the womb of the impeccably glorious and fathomlessly endowing sky,

No ray is ever born a mass of bedlam nothingness; from the womb of the Omnipotently Golden and brilliantly optimistic Sun,

No sound is ever born cold-bloodedly cacophonic; from the womb of the vividly resplendent and ebulliently mellifluous nightingale,

No flake of ice is ever born cannibalistically brown; from the womb of the innocuously placid and endlessly enamoring snowball,

No globule of milk is ever born sadistically venomous; from the womb of the unsurpassably sacrosanct and benevolently munching cow,

No mischief is ever born insidiously crucifying; from the womb of the vivaciously dancing and eternally cavorting rainbow,

No salt is ever born diabolically asphyxiating; from the womb of the rhapsodically undulating and perennially poignant sea,

No soldier is ever born a disparagingly gory traitor; from the womb of the Omnisciently proliferating and peerlessly blessing soil,

No echo is ever born ludicrously silent; from the womb of the unfathomably deep and inscrutably reverberating gorge,

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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.

Nikhil Parekh

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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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tail of a grotesque corpse; as the effervescently tranquil fabric of the princely night; blinded me beyond corridors of sagacious recognition,

The instant I sinfully proclaimed that there was none more immortal than me on this evergreen Universe; I was reduced to a cadaverous bellow of disparagingly bellicose hell; as the civilizations of insuperable love; perpetuated me to crumble in the flame of my own repugnantly redundant prejudice,

The instant I proclaimed that there was none more everlasting than me on this enamoring Universe; I was reduced to a mortuary of despairingly Measly shit; as the chapters of unavoidably destined death took complete control over each of my betrayingly slavering senses,

For if there is just one word to describe us living beings in front of the Omnisciently Creator Divine; it was nothing else but the word ' Nothing '; and if one of his molecules like me tries to be too smart in proclaiming himself to be this and that instead of ' Nothing '; then the Lord makes sure that we are indeed reduced to

' Nothing ' that very moment itself; forever and ever and ever in front of his Perennially Unassailable grace.

Nikhil Parekh

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October 2,2015 - Mahatma Gandhi's Birthday &

International Day Of Non-Violence.

On this brilliantly victorious occasion of today, I earnestly wanted to share my poem titled - ' THE TERRORISTS BELONGED TO NO RELIGION '. This poem of mine is infact the first poetry of my Book titled - ' Love Versus Terrorism - Part 1 - Poems on Anti Terror, Peace, Love, Brotherhood ' which can be found at - amazon.com/dp/B003XVYJ6E. Ofcourse Part 2 of this Book is at - amazon.com/dp/B015NMKT64.

I genuinely invite you to Share this Post with your friends, so that we all as humans can endeavor our best to make planet earth an unprejudiced secular place to survive in.

THE TERRORISTS BELONGED TO NO RELIGION

They belonged to no religion. As they solely surrendered to the religion of the devil -which ruthlessly beheaded countless innocent; infirm and freshly born; in the name of sacred LORD ALMIGHTY,

They belonged to no color. As they solely pledged to the color of the devil — which wanted to invidiously incarcerate every effervescent shade of life; into the gallows of hopeless

and haplessly stymied Black,

They belonged to no territory. As they solely blended with the territory of the devil -which satanically wanted to snatch; maim; bombard and eventually merge every blissful corner of mother earth into its graveyards of inconsolable blood,

They belonged to no language. As they solely hissed the language of the devil - which inexhaustibly plundered; rebuked and abused the fabric of humanity and nicety; with the jinx of baseless sacrifice and the corpse,

They belonged to no mindset. As they solely clung to the mindset of the devil —which unthinkably yearned to build the most glittering castles of Gold on the foundations of innocuous bone; gory blood and life distorted to amorphous pulp,

They belonged to no atmosphere. As they solely salivated in the atmosphere of the devil - which tirelessly feasted all night and day on the stench of innocent blood -drinking; lavishing and languishing in it to lead life Kingsize,

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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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Poetry - Happy New Year.

On this euphorically victorious occasion, as the 31st December of 2015 has now unfurled into a brilliantly omnipotent Sunlit morning of January 1; 2016, genuinely wanted to share

my Poem.

May the coming year, bestow upon you bountiful Riches,

Bless you with all that is wholeheartedly benevolent,

Reinforce your life with fathomless number of living years,

Exempt you from all misdeeds you inadvertently committed,

Eradicate traces of hysterical agony from your heart,

Transform the bleary caricature of your face into one with sacrosanct smiles,

Freeze tears of inexplicable gloom, which oozed profusely from your immaculately magical eyes,

Safeguard you invincibly against deathly mishaps and obnoxious falls,

Fill your belly with sumptuous food every unleashing minute of the day,

Quench your thirst for philanthropic prosperity; with sacrosanct blessings from the ALMIGHTY LORD,

Clear evil mists obscuring your demeanor,

Evacuate the pointed thorns adhering solidly to your nimble feet,

Endow you with uninhibited charisma; harmoniously drawing flocks of people,

Drive away the vindictive ready to strangulate you,

Place you in a palace flowing with versatile calm,

Revitalize your soul as the Sun dazzles bright every dawn,

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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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Rain, Rain And Triumphant Rain

If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother - Poems on Environment, Wildlife, Mother Nature, Global Warming (297 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B011363VUA.

a Poem from my above described Book -

Infinite bodies had pathetically shriveled into nothingness; as blistering rays of the Sun unsparingly blazed left; right and profuse center,

Whirlpools of obnoxiously debilitating sweat oozed

from umpteenth arenas of the body; as boundless scores of innocuous organisms; reeled under the vicious onslaught of sweltering heat,

Fathomless kilometers of panoramically lush green land; now disdainfully metamorphosed into torturously slithering and lambasted deserts,

Pristine flakes of spell binding snow perched

delectably on the mountaintops; now abominably melted

in meek submission; under the ferocious inferno of the simmering afternoon,

The boisterously vivacious branches of the mystical forests; now bore a sullenly barren look; as the leaves mercilessly crackled under the outrageously fuming Sun,

Unfathomable hordes of innocuously philandering cattle; were now rendered to disgustingly hollow skeletons of sordid dilapidation; as the soil

penuriously scorched everything in conceivable vicinity,

The corporate tycoon now looked like an insane lunatic with bloodshot eyes; as the most spell bindingly impeccable of his shirt; was now enveloped in abhorrent pools of grime and sweat,

The most tenaciously resilient of abodes now creaked an inconspicuous trifle; cursing till beyond realms of

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eternal eternity; as the wave of summer horrendously augmented its acrid propensity,

The most voluptuous nimble and enchanting soles; now barbarically bled at all quarters; as the earth on

which they holistically transgressed; had now transformed itself into insidiously torching charcoal,

Denizens sluggishly snubbed each other in truculent exasperation; as diabolical rays of the unrelenting Sun; austerely pulverized their dormitories of exotically bountiful fantasy,

The most majestic of lions in the inscrutable jungle; dastardly retreated into their caves; unbelievably forgiving their prey; as the treacherously unruly heat took firm roots into their fur,

Children wholesomely forgot their innocently replenishing smiles; as the day progressed more tyrannically than ever; putting hideously crippling brakes on even the most infinitesimal of their activity,

The newly wedded relinquished all desire to love; as the only thing that they were remorsefully overwhelmed with; was the adversely admonishing and severely reprimanding light of the midday Sun,

All anecdotes of irrefutably sparkling honesty; now converted into the graveyard of blatantly manipulative lies; as entities staggered more brutally than ever

under the salaciously whipping carpet of ominous summer,

The squirrels and kangaroos now transgressed as slow as the pot-bellied tortoise; feeling the

preposterously invidious heat horrifically hamper their otherwise; astoundingly vivacious reflexes,

Resplendent river levels had dramatically reduced; with an unsurpassable army of crabs; snakes and ants; frantically scurrying out of the mud every now and

again; as the earth cooked like an unstoppable volcano inside,

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The most lightening paced of rambunctious spiders now sat dolorously in one corner of their den; wholesomely fatigued in the onerously persevering heat; to ecstatically reconstruct their broken webs,

Fireballs of sensuously drifting and timelessly exhilarating breath; now seemed as frantically last bid to enter the gory corpse; in a valiantly vain attempt to elope from the tumultuous heat,

The passionately palpitating beats of the immortal heart; were slowly losing their fervency; too exhausted in pumping blood for the pugnaciously sapped and burnt body; rather than pulsate for the spirit of unassailable love,

And if there was ever an invincibly singleton solution to all of the above; then it was nothing but the most pricelessly proliferating form of the ALMIGHTY LORD; O! yes it was RAIN, RAIN AND TRIUMPHANT RAIN.

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Redder Than The Reddest Of Rose—my Valentine.

Redder than the reddest of rose was your ecstatically silken shadow; sensuously engulfed under the unparalleled flaming rays of Sun—as you gleefully scampered up the mystically barren cliff,

Redder than the reddest of rose were your voluptuously scarlet lips; profusely coated with mischievous shades of dancing scarlet; as you painstakingly devoured each ounce of the betel leaf; bit by tantalizing bit,

Redder than the reddest of rose were your bountifully robust palms; as you grazed them uninhibitedly against every strand that spawned from soil; in your unceasing gestures of embracing all exhilaration on the planet,

Redder than the reddest of rose was your dainty forehead; as you passionately knelt it for several hours against plaintive floor; in your invincible obeisance to the Omnipotent Almighty Lord,

Redder than the reddest of rose were your daintily gratifying feet; as you jubilantly dug them in and out of chunks of rustic mud; that was compassionately heavenly after the first thundershowers this season,

Redder than the reddest of rose were your seductively undefeated cheeks; as you blushed more naively than the first rays of dawn; perceiving the prince charming of your blissful life with surreal stars in your eyes,

Redder than the reddest of rose were your nectar laden fingers; as you weaved them more zealously than ever before in oceans of myriad color; suddenly illuminating white canvas with the boundless enigmas of your soul,

Redder than the reddest of rose was your perpetually benign blood; which graciously embraced the religion of humanity at every step you tread; in each of its unflinchingly everlasting ingredient,

Redder than the reddest of rose were your ebulliently shimmering nails; as you inexhaustibly gnawed at them in a child like innocence; whilst pondering over the infinite unsolved mysteries of this fathomless Universe,

Redder than the reddest of rose were your astoundingly curious ears; instantaneously rising to the hilt of heaven to the tiniest of appreciation and then burying themselves under countless feet of soil—at sarcasm as it humanely

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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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Scent And Spice

Hide and Seek - part 4 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems (66 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B0155KSNE4.

Poetry from my Book as above mentioned -

I consumed rice blended with fish curry,

added pinches of salt to exit from realms of bland taste.

i licked bare brick wall coated with sand plaster, devoured spicy remains of natural plastic paint.

i trampled violently through fields of red pepper,

sprayed finely crushed powder in the vicinity of shivering tongue.

i swam at feverish pace in extreme salty solvent of the Caribbean sea, wiped myself dry to feel allergic patches of faded red.

i pumped the air with a blend of perfume and green mustard seed, sat for patient hours basking in a film of spicy atmosphere.

i rolled in clay mud sprinkled with pungent fertilizer,

smeared my wheatish face with semicircular cakes of flavored mud.

i sat on a cushion containing fermented yellow sour cream, smelt of obnoxious odour all throughout the passing day.

i rubbed naked patches of my skin with hot repellant balms,

danced all day with thunder storms of ecstasy echoing through my eardrum.

i tore big chunks of orange ginger from tender branches of sapling, drenched myself with a tumbler full of aromatic water.

i desired to breathe in an ambience of ravishing alligator perfume,

swim in colossal ponds of suspended salt for the remaining tenure of my life.

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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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perplexed by my uncanny behavior,

Their initial anger soon converted into intense indignation; as they were left scratching their flesh raw till it bled.

When I dissolved colossal pints of it in the fathomless ocean; it was supremely grateful,

Thanking me from its heart for submerging it back; in the place it actually belonged to.

And eventually when I added frugal pinches of it in my food; my supper transited to the tastiest of all times,

With commensurate proportions of sweetness and spice; overwhelmingly gratifying the pangs of hunger in my stomach,

It was now that my bottle of table salt had served me to its absolute best; had indeed embodied lots of color to my spiceless life

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The Chapter Of Love. The Chapter Of Life.

Life = Death - volume 3 - Poems on Life, Death (162 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B014DU5G56.

a Poem from my above described Book -

The same legs which I once considered supremely bohemian and useless; an incorrigible weight dragging on my body all the time,

Now proved to be my best cars transporting me at swashbuckling speeds to my destination; when the ferocious lion was chasing me; and I was stranded disdainfully in the wilderness of the night.

The same fingers which I once considered be an insipid burden to my hands; bothering me all throughout the tenure of the acerbic day with squalid pools of sweat

that dribbled painstakingly down their periphery,

Now proved like angels having descended freshly from the heavens; as they indefatigably answered the bulky sheets of examination paper; saving me the tyranny of doing murderous college all over again.

The same muscles which I once considered as ostentatious pieces of meat bulging bombastically from beneath my shirt; interfering pertinently when I tried to slip through slim space,

Now proved to be equivalent to the entire army of Herculean strength; protecting me invincibly when I was attacked by the fleet of diabolical demons.

The same stomach which I once considered to be bizarrely obese; extruding out pretentiously beyond the realms of synchronized control; being smirked by every girl who trespassed me in vicinity,

Now proved to be greater than the most qualified of doctor; as it was the sole tool which was able to make the orphan smile; when all other medicines in the world had utterly failed.

The same eyelashes which I once considered to be a gravely cumbersome bother; intractably transgressing across my immaculate vision countless times in a single day,

Now proved to be the greatest ointment existing in the Universe; as they massaged my eye with remarkable rejuvenation in the midst of the tumultuous sandstorm.

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The same saliva which I once considered as horrendously cheap; incessantly circulating in my mouth; rendering it sometimes with a disgusting odor unbearable

to inhale,

Now proved to be the greatest appetizer generating insurmountable pangs of hunger in my stomach; assisted me overwhelmingly to masticate my morsels of food; gulp them down delectably with untamed relish.

The same lines on my palms which I once considered to be despicably condemning; for rendering me disastrously penurious; without even a penny in my pocket while other's dwellings overflowed with pompous diamonds and glittering gold,

Now proved to be the greatest destiny; as I escaped without the most minuscule of scratch on my body; even as boundless others of my kind uncouthly perished in the swirl of the ear-shattering earthquake.

The same voice which I once considered to be profoundly detestable; wanted to abscond fathomless miles away as I heard the disgruntling cadence in its sound; felt like dying a tortured death every moment when I cognized the hoarseness it was impregnated with,

Now proved to be the greatest life saver; as my screams brought in the rescue workers; saved me from drowning to the bottom of the mercilessly deep ocean.

The same nails which I once considered ugly and contemptuously dirty; protruding unnecessarily from my rubicund skin; making me the object of cynical ridicule in the heart of the plush conference room,

Now proved to be the greatest weapons in fomenting me to fight with the menacing burglars; preventing them from stealing the possessions that I had sparingly managed to accumulate in all my life.

And the same heart which I once considered to be throbbing without sagacious control; palpitating incoherently in my chest without respite; acting as a perilous impediment; irately disturbing my blissful nights sleep,

Now proved to be the greatest life; beating violently after witnessing the love of its dreams; besieged by a cloud of unfathomable passion and romance; eventually

discovering a new purpose to live; discovering a whole new purpose to continue the chapter of love; the chapter of life.

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The Inner Voice Of Mind

Hide and Seek - part 3 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems (74 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B0154M6GHY.

a Poem from my above described Book -

I thought of swimming in the sparkling waters of the lake, the inner voice of mind held me back saying,

deathly green waters will suck you deep within the point of no return.

i mused on skiing down the ice clad mountain,

the inner voice of mind refrained me from doing so, as mighty avalanches of snow would strangulate me,

burying me a few feet beneath the frozen coat of spring water.

i pondered on penning a few lines of composition,

the inner voice of mind made strong inroads of denial, saying that the carbon ink was sure to leak,

creating embarrassed smudges on the flawless sheet of paper.

i speculated on investing in the stock market,

the inner voice of mind guffawed in pools of laughter, admonishing me from proceeding forward,

as the entire index would collapse within seconds of my investment.

i visualized gulping large barrels of tropical coconut water,

the inner voice of mind stringently halted my stream of fantasy thought, reinforcing my mind with obnoxious visions of the water containing traces of snake poison.

i perceived of spending my life with the person who loved me,

as usual the inner voice of mind prompted me to alter my course of action, acquainting me of the dire consequences likely to follow,

this time though beats of my heart were stronger than tunes of mind, facilitating me to work antagonistic to the mind,

execute a perception into pragmatic reality,

despite the precarious influence of inner voice of mind.

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The Noble Citizens Of Tomorrow

The Womb - Poems on Mother, Father, Children, Parenthood - volume 2 (185 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B0141KWP2A.

Poetry from my Book as above mentioned -

Watch them bounce in untamed exhilaration; boisterously clap their hands in unison as the sun shines high in the sky,

Watch them play gleefully in the mud; coating it uninhibitedly and with exuberant energy on their innocent faces,

Watch them splash in the sea; munching delicious cookies; embossing fabulous sandcastles in the foamy and shimmering sands,

Watch them pummel each other joyfully in the ribs; triumphantly march forward without a trace of manipulation or fear in their impeccable eyes,

Watch them sing songs in incoherent tandem; not bound by restraints of the monotonously conventional society,

Watch them fantasize to unprecedented limits; surreally swishing their chubby cheeks to a place where the most ingenious of scientists failed to reach even in mind-boggling inventions,

Watch them run behind their mothers back; emanate the most mesmerizing smile ever found on this colossal planet,

Watch them greedily gobble milk and food; make a sheer mess of their plates and clothes as they sat with overwhelming mischief besieging their facial contours for nocturnal supper,

Watch them clamber up their elders without the tiniest of embarrassment; pluck the beard of their fathers with insurmountable naughtiness,

Watch them go to school with their laces always upside down; crusts of innocuous dirt always dribbling down divinely from their nose,

Watch them immaculately emulate their siblings; run rampantly in the loose mud for their place at the winning point,

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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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The Power Of Black - Poems On Humanity, Social Cause, Poverty, Women Empowerment

volume 1 to volume 2 (400 pages)

BOOK DESCRIPTION

The Book cardinally aims to end the negative perception and energies associated with the color black and the under-privileged sections of the society. Many a different times the utmost exhilaration spawns from a persons disability as his/her desire to achieve the impossible is several times heightened than the normal counterpart. The magical essence of Black has been epitomized to the hilt in every poetic stanza that follows-to lead to a trail of unassailable victory.

This collection of poems is endlessly dedicated to the power of the color Black. Black which in common parlance is perceived to be negative and a disability to continue the chapters of life. But this very Black which has been described as the most powerful color for survival on earth. The most magical fragrance of every entities soul which continues to infatuate even beyond the dormitories of heaven and hell.

I the author of this Book, Nikhil Parekh - am truly grateful to every bit of Blackness enshrouding me, which has made me a magician to express the innermost realms of my soul into poetic verse on blank paper. Black is beautiful. Black triumphs till beyond eternity. Black is the most inscrutably tantalizing fabric of existence. God bless Black.

The poet has genuinely believed that even the most inexplicable of sorrow can be projected as well as alleviated via the power of magical poetry. Wondrously implementing the same in this soothing compendium of poems-Parekh brings to the fore various evils lingering in the society and tries to cure them offering the balm of poetry. The poems contained within are starkly explicit and poignantly debate on various global social causes like female foeticide, blindness, smoking, molestation, adopting the girl child, hiv-aids discrimination.etc. In a battle of adroit analogies the poet emphatically portrays even the tiniest of social evil and urges mankind to rise above the same. Poetically he tries to unite hearts all across the Universe in the spirit of love, oneness and compassion to give birth to a renaissance against evil and unjustness. This victorious concoction of poems would appeal to all those who've so selflessly fought for a social cause and to uproot evil forever from the fabric of society.

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A Poem From the Book

BLACK FOR THE BLIND.

Black for the blind is the most unassailable form of survival; a color which epitomizes even the most infinitesimal aspect of their lives to the most handsomely unprecedented limits,

Black for the blind is the most bewitching form of beauty; a color which sensuously enshrouds even the most obfuscated of their nerves; with the most supremely tantalizing enigmas of life,

Black for the blind is the only Sun of insuperable optimism; a color which forever paints the canvas of their haplessly barren life; with perennially untamed forests of desire,

Black for the blind is the most blessing Universe of infinite infinity; a color which quintessentially constitutes every tangible and intangible moment of their inexplicably quavering lives,

Black for the blind is the most tastiest form of food and water; a color which equally crucifies and mitigates them in even the most drearily slavering sphere of their lives,

Black for the blind is the most ecstatically unfettered form of meditation; a color which forever liberates them of even the most ghastliest of their misery and unlimited pain,

Black for the blind is the only perception of unending pricelessness; a color which infallibly clings to even the most oblivious of their contours; irrespective of their caste; creed; religion and tribe,

Black for the blind is the most ultimate source of entertainment; a color which engenders them to wonderfully replenish every crevice of their misery with magically unparalleled exultation,

Black for the blind is the only word that culminates into the entire dictionary; a color which most Omnipotently defines even the most evanescent activity of their

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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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The Religion Of Mankind

In support of righteous harmony, a Poem from my Book - ' Love Versus Terrorism - Part 2 - Poems on Anti Terror, Peace, Love, Brotherhood (261 pages) '; which you can read at -

amazon.com/dp/B015NMKT64.

Poetry -

The most tenacious of threads protruding from the scalp ludicrously dithered and deteriorated; with advancing age that insidiously camouflaged them with coffins of dilapidated white,

But the threads of humanity were immortally timeless; unassailably augmenting from strength to strength; swirling as the most scintillating wave of benign togetherness; as each second crept by.

The most stupendously grandiloquent of fortresses succumbed like a pack of capriciously elastic cards; as bombs of treachery rained torrentially from the sky,

But the fortress of humanity was immortally impregnable; unflinchingly defending the entire tornado of devils bare-chested; with each of its brick entwined in the melodiously magical color of; philanthropic mankind.

The most vivacious of fruits extruding marvelously from ravishing soil; acrimoniously extinguished into winds of obsoletely horrendous oblivion; at the very first spell of salacious drought,

But the fruits of humanity were immortally bountiful; perennially flowering and spawning into a civilization of miraculously bequeathing symbiosis; even as the most fathomless of horizons; blended with impoverished earth.

The most scintillating of swords inexplicably lost their way; as the blanket of gruesome darkness took an ominous stranglehold over the brilliantly aristocratic day,

But the sword of humanity was immortally patriotic; indefatigably decimating even the most infinitesimal trace of evil forever from the morbidly remorseful atmosphere; compassionately sequestering all innocent in its humanitarian island of; ubiquitous belonging.

The most boundless of gloriously undulating oceans vindictively dried; as manipulative humans devised perniciously abominable contraptions to adulterate them all night and sweltering day,

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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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dejectedly wavering soul in an unfathomable cosmos of exuberantly ecstatic beauty and contentment; making every innocuous organism on this Universe feel as the richest alive; and forever embracing the religion of mankind.

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The Womb - Poems On Mother, Father, Children,

Parenthood

volume 1 to volume 2 (250 pages)

BOOK DESCRIPTION

A flurry of poetic concoctions dedicated to the ever-pervading woman and mother. Profoundly saluting her love, compassion and resolute grit as she evolves a diminutive infant into a powerhouse of talent, into a complete individual. The poems in the collection are humble salutations to the essence of Parenthood, to the unbelievable depths of sacrifice that a mother resorts whilst bringing up her child right since its inception in the womb. Each poem reveres the 'godly womb' as the source of all creation that has ever been. This book in itself is the most befitting tribute to the agonizing odysseys of parents as they nourish their children-and children as they grow up as the most powerful angels of GOD to stupefy all humanity with their inherent charm. A quintessential read for every parent or parent to be, it brings out the charm of creation since the very first breath. The verses within bountifully poeticize every unbridled mischief of a child with its beloved parents.

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A Poem From the Book

GOD'S MOST PRECIOUS CREATION

I didn't know who was his mother; the irrefutably sacrosanct womb which had evolved his impeccable contours,

I didn't know who was his father; the revered principles of which; circulated faster than white lightening in his tender veins,

I didn't know what was his name; the initials he incoherently embossed with his immaculately sweet little fingers,

I didn't know what was his birthplace; the color of the cradle that must have witnessed his overwhelmingly surreal mischief,

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I didn't know what religion he belonged to; the inexplicable conglomerate of scriptures that were chanted on him; when he was just born,

I didn't know the exact date of his cherished birth; the exact second when even the God's in the Universe must have inevitably stooped down to witness his Omnipotent grace,

I didn't know the words which he might have uttered just a minute ago; the rhapsodically innocent voice which must have incredulously enlightened the pallid atmosphere,

I didn't know what were his likes and dislikes; the games he adored the most; the delicacies he delectably nibbled with his freshly protruding jaws,

I didn't know what was his shoe size; the fabulously spongy rubber which tickled him voraciously on his diminutive feet,

I didn't know what were the fantasies circulating through his vulnerable mind; the dream floating ebulliently in his inconspicuously beautiful brain cells,

I didn't know who was his sister; the tiny angel who incessantly frolicked with him in the corridors of unsuspectingly playful fantasy,

I didn't know why was he crying indefatigably; the things that mattered the most

to his mesmerizing heart,

I didn't know the identity of his naughty friends; the robust chinned tiny stalwarts with whom he spent countless hours every single day,

I didn't know the marks on his flesh since he emitted out his first cry; the spots which bestowed him with astronomical good luck in every unfurling aspect of life,

I didn't know the school he went too; the clay which he fondled with in his magical palms; to chisel the most alluring shapes ever conceivable on this planet,

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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his daintily darling tongue,

I didn't know what was the dwelling he inhabited; the celestial paths he transgressed; as he bounced uninhibitedly under the flaming Sun,

I didn't know what was his destiny; the uncanny map of lines embedded on his mystically immortal palms,

And although I didn't know anything about him; I still could sacrifice my life for him and infinite more of his kind this very instant; as he was Gods most precious creation; would always be loved for centuries unprecedented as a little child.

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Till The Time He Commanded

wanted to post a Poem here, from my Book titled - ' 1 God - Poems on God, Creator - volume 2 (175 pages) '. ofcourse you can browse this above mentioned Book of mine at -

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POETRY -

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would dance; please the entire world incessantly with his tantalizingly swishing movement,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would speak; pacifying the infinite myths of people existing on this globe; with the prudent essence of his knowledge,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would write; inundating boundless number of blank paper with exquisite literature,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would sight; admiring all the mesmerizing beauty that was prevailing and embedded on this planet,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would perspire; working all day under the sweltering Sun; running for countless kilometers on the trot in heart of the gruesomely chilly night,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would love; flooding every part of the still atmosphere with the poignant fire of his romance,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would sleep; relishing the blissful calm of the breeze; the mystical enchantment of the prolifically star studded darkness,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would valiantly fight; shedding his blood without the slightest of hesitation for the sake of his sacrosanct motherland,

Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would smile; impart the essence of equality and unbiased brotherhood to as far and wide as possible amongst tangible mankind,

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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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To Forget Her Was Impossible

You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 12 (131 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B0139SANGU.

Poetry from my Book as above mentioned -

The Sun may have forgotten to shine at times; leaving the Earth submerged in partial darkness,

The eyes may have forgotten to close; staring unrelentingly in the blazing fires,

The trees may have forgotten to shed their leaves; enticed to sway in the moist breeze,

The birds may have forgotten to chirp; thoroughly engrossed in building their nests,

The clouds may have forgotten to rain; drifting away submissively with the wind,

The lion may have forgotten to roar; lost in the aisles of desire and sleep,

The chameleon may have forgotten to change its color; with its jaws busy in gobbling fat caterpillars,

The diamonds may have forgotten to shine; when they were placed in a disdainful backdrop of coal,

The rose may have forgotten to diffuse scent; trying to breathe for its life amidst a heap of pungent pesticide,

The scorpion may have forgotten to sting; running haywire in a pool of slushy water,

The snow may have forgotten to melt; not wanting to leave the body of the handsome mountain,

The lips may have forgotten to smile; being besieged by day to day professionalism in society,

The ocean may have forgotten to evolve waves; yielding pathetically to the

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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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True And Immortal Lover.

You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 2 (169 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B0115U8QVI.

Poetry from my Book as above mentioned -

You entered my disastrously impoverished veins; which were staggering on the brink of lame extinction; like the poignantly priceless and ultimate bloodstream; of my solitary existence,

You entered my gruesomely empty palms; which were quavering towards the realms of horrendous oblivion; like the invincibly unflinching and ultimate destiny; of my bedraggled existence,

You entered my haplessly diminishing eyes; which were painstakingly wailing towards the midnight of irrevocable blackness; like the victoriously undefeated and ultimate vision; of my floundering existence,

You entered my devastatingly collapsing shoulders; which were prejudiced by the castrated onslaught of the manipulative society; like the compassionately unshakable and ultimate fortitude; of my deteriorating existence,

You entered my pathetically distorted fingers; which were maimed by brutal plagiarism all around; like the triumphantly insuperable and ultimate artistry; of my invisible existence,

You entered my ghoulishly parched throat; which was dismally stuttering like a hoarsely dying frog; like the unconquerably blissful and ultimate voice; of my dwindling existence,

You entered my deliriously estranged brain; which was ruthlessly imprisoned by nothing else but a corpse of livid meaninglessness; like the beautifully silken and ultimate fantasy; of my preposterous existence,

You entered my inexplicably thwarted ears; which were fecklessly bombarded by solely the sounds of hopelessness; like the infallibly symbiotic and ultimate sounds; of my truncated existence,

You entered my drearily beleaguered feet; which were aimlessly squandering towards the mortuaries of asphyxiating hell; like the unassailably philanthropic

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and ultimate mission; of my evaporating existence,

You entered my penuriously trembling chest; which was barbarously orphaned by every speck of this commercially treacherous planet; like the inimitably bountiful and ultimate savior; of my incarcerated existence,

You entered my lackadaisically amorphous lips; which were divested of the tiniest affinity since decades immemorial; like the miraculously ameliorating and ultimate smile; of my waywardly existence,

You entered my severely lambasted cheeks; which were bludgeoned left; right and unsparing center by the infinite kicks of mundane society; like the wondrously enamoring and ultimate blush; of my victimized existence,

You entered my agonizingly holocaustic soul; which was cancerously enslaved by the non-existent spirit of the rampaging devil; like the ubiquitously bounteous and ultimate divinity; of my disappearing existence,

You entered my inexplicably emaciated skin; which was horrendously frozen to the last bone of the ludicrous spine; like the magically proliferating and ultimate virility; of my condensed existence,

You entered my lugubriously flailing chin; which was wantonly leaning infront of the coffins of utterly penalizing despondency; like the unshakably brilliant and ultimate hope; of my indecipherable existence,

You entered my nervously fluttering shadow; which was the most glaring exemplification of failure on this fathomless Universe; like the brilliantly unfettered and ultimate Sun; of my ragamuffin existence,

You entered my uncannily slavering tongue; which was being rapaciously coerced to slaver for all that is sinful on this parasitic globe; like the undauntedly celestial and ultimate conviction; of my minuscule existence,

You entered my maniacally gasping nostril; which inhaled nothing else but unbearably despicable corruption on this cold-blooded earth; like the perennially blossoming and ultimate freshness; of my gaunt existence,

You entered my traumatically directionless heart; which had become wholesomely oblivious to the palpitation of unceasing desire; like the resplendently Omnipotent and ultimate friendship; of my thinning existence,

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And after entering each conceivable pore and cranny of my existence; made me yours and only yours forever; true and Immortal Lover.

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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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the postman,

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 My Valentine?

Will you be the luckiest charm of my existence; a wish of supreme fulfillment that only led to humanitarian goodness; philanthropy and selflessness- as I nimbly tread by the grace of the Creator Divine?

Will you be the vivaciously dancing butterfly of love in my garden; illuminating every dreary nerve of mine- with the charm of your poignantly exuberant flight?

Will you be the scent of immortal companionship that drifted close to my nostrils; so that I forever floated in a paradise of goodness; unfettered and bonded in a mist of friendship sublime?

Will you be the rainbow of unflinching camaraderie that I sighted in tufts of blue; that ignited my spirit of symbiotic survival on divine earth; to the very fullest?

Will you be the droplet of tantalizing rain that cascaded down my roof; triggering a perennial yearning in my heart to be kissed in a domain; beyond the definitions of clockwork time?

Will you be the uninhibited stream that sparkled down the virgin slopes; embracing every element of my impoverished existence; with a wand of bountiful endowment?

Will you be those invisible tendrils of excitement that caressed my spine; awakening me from a stupor of inane practicality; towards the effulgently whistling winds of existence?

Will you be the fairy that casts a gorge of happiness wherever you went; a perpetual mist of bliss that I embraced; as I continued my truncated odyssey on soil?

Will you be that line of destiny on my palms that solely leads to truth; a flame that keeps the true passion of my life ignited with unparalleled caring?

Will you be the song that I cherished to sing the most in this Universe; a melody whose tunes drifted from the innermost arenas of my innocuous soul?

Will you be that undaunted living form by my side; in my times of ebullience and inexplicable misfortune alike; even as abuses were intransigently hurled from the planet outside?

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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 barbarism—like 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 myself—but 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 now—and that's exactly what I am doing from deep within my heart O! Beloved- will you be my Valentine

Nikhil Parekh

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Without Her Hands In Mine

You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 6 (163 pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B0128YO63C.

Poetry from my Book as above mentioned -

In order to erase my name from the soil; all I did was kick the loose sands with my feet; and it blended almost magically with the mundane mud,

In order to erase my name from my skin; all I did was wash it with stringent antiseptic; to swipe out the most minuscule trace that might be incorrigibly remaining,

In order to erase my name from my lips; all I did was to purse them passionately with my tongue; then see for myself how handsomely did the ink coalesce in entirety with my saliva,

In order to erase my name from the walls; all I did was to paint them afresh with loads of scintillating whitewash and poignant color,

In order to erase my name from the tree trunk; all I did was slice off that chunk of guilty wood; with effortless ease and incoherent strokes of my lanky pocket knife,

In order to erase my name from the birthday cake; all I did was to gobble it with an insatiable frenzy; guzzle down the most inconspicuous of ingredients adhering to my throat; over a glass of cool water,

In order to erase my name from a bonded sheet of white paper; all I did was to use a gargantuan rubber; caressing it arduously across the squalid sheet; to make the stain vanish into thin oblivion,

In order to erase my name from the transparently sparkling mirror; I applied few pints of stale liquid; got rid off the same with incredulous ease; rubbing it with a soft blanket of sponge,

In order to erase my name from the greasy kitchen table; all I did was to nonchalantly dismiss off the pool of oil; languidly towards the hollow sink,

In order to erase my name from my diabolically bald scalp; all I did was to grow

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a new mass of hair; which beautifully camouflaged it and shimmered magnificently

under the river of pearly moonlight,

In order to erase my name from the artificially embossed pencil tip; all I did was to chew it phlegmatically; and at the same time triggered the dormant cells of my brain to imagine till unprecedented limits,

In order to erase my name from the passionate sea shores; all I did was wait for the waves to swirl ecstatically; joyfully slap the sands and brutally dismantle the synchronized alphabets,

In order to erase my name from the swanky car windshield; all I did was to switch on the long wipers; which swiped off even the most diminutive trace of dirt; metamorphosing its demeanor as if I had just purchased it from the showroom,

In order to erase my name from my eye; all I did was to simply wink; see for myself as to how insipidly it disappeared along with my volatile film of emphatic tears,

In order to erase my name from the regional town map; all I did was to substitute it with the initials of an entity more proficient than me; more versatile than me in all respects,

In order to erase my name from the records of heinous crime; all I did was drift my life away from the most obsolete shadow of evil; spend the remainder of my breath left in philanthropically serving all mankind,

In order to erase my name from the cheque; all I did was adroitly replicate it with the profound seal of my bohemian thumb,

In order to erase my name from my friends heart; all I did was neglected him a trifle in his times of unsurpassably hopeless distress,

In order to erase my name from the robust bone; all I did was to offer it to the famished stray dog; who pulverized it within seconds into raw chowder; with the insurmountable tenacity in his teeth,

But when I tried to erase my name from hers; that very instant I transformed into worthless streams of condemnable ash; left for my heavenly abode; brutally penalized by the Almighty; and this time without her hands in mine.

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You Die; I Die - Love Poems

Part 1 to Part 16 (1600 pages)

BOOK DESCRIPTION

Poems symbolizing the immortality of love and at times its fickleness. Parekh takes the reader through a paradise naturally embellished with the ingredients of eternal romance and its sporadic failures. As they say life and death are two sides of the coin, similarly with every true anecdote of love there also comes fretful divorce—a thing which has been most sensitively described throughout this great collection of poems for the heart. Written and dipped in each ingredient of his passionate blood, Parekh comes out with startling revelations about the truest of love stories and their failures. Each verse has been delicately intertwined with a boundless aspects of relationships, romance, cheating, betrayal and goes on to prove that Immortal Love towers over every shattered heart. A start to finish with some of the most heart-rendering love poems ever, this makes a great collection for every true lover breathing and desiring to be loved on earth and beyond. This collection of poems aims at perpetually uniting every heart on this Universe in the spirit of Immortal love and friendship. Because these are the two quintessential ingredients to lead life till its last breath. Irrespective of whatever color, faith or religion, it is only the rainbow of love which can transform the ghastliest monsters and perpetrators of humanity into peaceful lovers. Therefore this book inexhaustibly endeavors to speak and preach the language of love even after its last embossed alphabet.

To Find above mentioned versatile Love Poetry Collections visit - amazon.com/author/nikhilparekh.

A Poem From the Book

FLAMES BETWEEN THEIR HEARTS

The flames on ground; died a miserable death with the slightest draught of insipid wind,

But the flames between their philandering eyes; rose higher than the majestic skies; even in the most tumultuously overwhelming of rain and storm.

The flames on ground; subsided to wisps of absolute nothingness; at even the tiniest insinuation of flood approaching,

But the flames between their passionate chests; transcended well beyond the

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realms of fascinating eternity; even as the unfathomable battalion of satanic demons; tried to kill them.

The flames on ground; tried their best to elude the insurmountably overpowering tornado; squealing like new born mice as they heard the brazen leaves rustle the slightest,

But the flames between their voluptuous lips; kissed the ultimate crescendos of untamed liberation; even as the entire planet parasitically sucked blood and lecherously manipulated outside.

The flames on ground; soon metamorphosed to frigidly wincing embers; unable to bear the onslaught of leaf and clouds,

But the flames between their eternal feet; interlocked themselves into an entrenchment of unsurpassable belonging; even as cloudbursts of uncouth diabolism

pelted from realms of hell.

The flames on ground; shirked disdainfully into their devastated cocoons; as the horde of whistling wolves trampled them indiscriminately,

But the flames between their ardent bellies; transformed all lackadaisical dreariness on this earth into bountiful paradise; even as a mountain of treacherous monsters stabbed them ruthlessly on their necks.

The flames on ground; vacillated in ungainly confusion; even before the fireball of Sun could silently slip behind the dolorously languid horizons,

But the flames between their ravishingly charismatic palms; united for fathomless more births yet to unveil; even as the murderously conventional society tried to exonerate them with their commercial swords.

The flames on ground; incessantly feared of being washed away by the most infedile of froth; although the ocean was a billion kilometers away,

But the flames between their seductively alluring cheeks; tantalized perpetually in the aisles of vibrant desire; even as civilizations collapsed outside; like a pack of soggy cards.

The flames on ground; had absolutely no entity of their own; drifting miserably in the direction that the somber wind took them,

But the flames between their fervently reverberating bodies; evolved into the most wonderfully enigmatic morning of tomorrow; even as sky disastrously blended

with every cranny of earth outside.

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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.

Nikhil Parekh

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You're My Breath

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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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You're a fountain of divinely peace; bestowing my famished existence; with pearls of royal wisdom and unconquerable unity,

You're a tantalizing seductress dancing in the aisles of untamed desire; compelling me to take an infinite births; as every minute unveiled into delightfully charismatic light,

You're a rainbow of vivaciously versatile diversity; propelling me to intransigently discover and explore; the unfathomably wonderful beauty of this sacrosanct planet,

You're an Omnipotent flame of never-ending hope; enlightening each aspect of my depravingly sinister existence; with the stupendous optimism of your heavenly stride,

You're a magnanimous reflection of poignant empathy; wonderfully pacifying the devastated rebel in my veins; with the benign smile on your majestic lips,

You're an enigmatic tunnel of unbelievable enthrallment; that never lets me exhaust in my conquest for success; fomenting me to plunge every instant; into the valley of unsurpassable adventure,

You're an epitome of beautifully revered sharing; nourishing each element of my lecherously debilitated existence; with the passion in your godly soul,

You're a township that keeps proliferating into newness all the time; massacring even the most inconspicuous trace of rust; frustration; dilapidation; from my penurious life,

Over and above all; you're the girl whom I have not just simply loved; but an Omniscient messiah who was my breath; my body; my blood; every time God had

granted me life on this earth.

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