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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.
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Nikhil Parekh, (born August 27,1977) ,38 years of age, from Ahmedabad, India is a Love Poet and 10 time National Record holder for his Poetry with the Limca
Book of Records India - limcabookofrecords.in, which is India's Best Book of
Records, also Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of World
Records. He is an author of - ' LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED
POETRY ', which has a Print Length of 5254 pages on the Amazon Kindle.
The Poet's style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never ever been written
before or experimented on the mortal planet by any mortal. Though his Poetry /
literature is normal and natural.
The 10 National Records held by Parekh with the Limca Book of Records India are
for (1)
Being the First Indian Poet to be published/featured in McGill English
Dictionary of Rhyme which is the World's Number 1 English Rhyming Dictionaryfor his poem: Come Lets Embrace our New Religion
(2)
Being the First Indian Poet to have won Poet of the Year Award at the
Canadian Federation of Poets which is Canada's National Poetry Body endorsed
by Governor General of Canada
(3)
Being the First Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth
Newsletter for his poem on AIDS which is 'Aids doesn't kill. Your Attitude kills.
(4)
Being the First Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best poetry e-
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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.
(6)
Being the First Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to the
International Goodwill Treaty for World Peace - GoodwillTreaty.org.
(7)
Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films at
Youtube.com - The World's largest video sharing website.
(8)
Being the 1st Indian Poet to be featured for his Poetry Book - 'Love
versus Terrorism- Poems on Anti Terror, Peace', at Wattpad.com - The World's
most popular ebook community and largest website for reading books on mobile
phones.
(9)
Being the first Indian Poet whose video reciting a Poem on Nelson
Mandela, has been placed at the official website of the Government of South
Africa.
(10)
Having authored LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED
POETRY - which is of Print Length 5254 pages and currently has approximately
1.15 million words, financially selling in the Amazon.com Kindle Store United
States at - amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ.
Parekh is an author of 47 varied Books which include 1 God (volume 1 to
volume 4) , The Womb (volume 1 to volume 2) , Love Versus Terrorism (Part 1
to Part 2) , You die; I die Love Poems (Part 1 to Part 16) , Life = Death
(volume 1 to volume 10) , The Power of Black (volume 1 to volume 2) , If you
cut a tree; you cut your own mother, Hide and Seek (part 1 to part 8) , Longest
Poem written by Nikhil Parekh Only as Life. These Books comprise of nearly a
7000 pages of his Poetry, have approximately 1.15 million words in them,
contain about 2160 of his differently titled Poems and almost a 187000 lines in
their totality.
The Indian Poet's Books and Poems have had Millions of Viewers and Downloads
on the internet.
The Poets Poetry has had the patronization of several World Leaders including
the Queen of England.
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 Im 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 Lords 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 Parekhs 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 whove timelessly
admired the miraculous prowesses and powers of God at each stage of their
lives. Those whove 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 Parekhs 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 -
ALLAH
He was the one who maneuvered my tongue; bestowed upon me the ability to
eloquently speak,
He was the one who made me smile; emphatically displaying my armory of white
teeth to the world,
He was the one who produced empathy in my eyes; made them profoundly
glisten in the morning light,
He was the one who made me rambunctiously chatter; bounce in the true fervor
of life,
He was the one who made me sneeze; burst into infinite chortles of uninhibited
laughter,
He was the one who engendered me to sweat; tremble innocuously with infinite
goose bumps creeping up inadvertently on my naked skin,
He was the one who made me dream; fantasize to the most bizarre limits of
contemplation,
He was the one who enabled me to traverse on earth; put my feet firmly on the
black soil I tread,
He was the one who made me blush a perfect crimson; as I inevitably winked at
a mesmerizing girl,
He was the one who imparted me the skill to voraciously read; pen down
intricate lines of exquisite calligraphy,
He was the one who impregnated awesome strength in my knuckles; granted
them the tenacity to defend the infirm,
He was the one who made me decipher the minutest of noise; wholesomely
relish the blend of tingling sounds in atmosphere,
He was the one who filled my stomach whenever I felt famished; ensured that
the right morsels of food occupied its cavities,
He was the one who embodied in me the exuberance to run; inhaling gallons of
revitalizing air into my lungs,
He was the one who taught me to judiciously discern between the good and bad;
curtail myself from indulging into the nefarious and licentious,
He was the one who waded all circumspection from my mind; whenever I felt
besieged by a host of inexplicable dilemmas,
He was the one who instilled astronomical courage in my demeanor; made me
stand tall and unflinching against all barricades that confronted me in my way,
He was the one who made me nostalgic; reminisce profoundly the poignant
memories of my childhood in my mothers lap,
He was the one who found me the love of my life; made sure that it consolidated
into sacrosanct marriage,
He was the one who resurrected my faith in life every unfurling minute; made
me imbibe the true spirit of existence,
He was the one who was the blood flowing through my veins; the beating of my
heart as it throbbed violently in my chest,
And he was the one whom people of varied races christened as 'GOD'; ' CHRIST';
'BHAGWAN'; 'CREATOR'; 'ALMIGHTY'; 'LORD'; whom I fondly referred today and
till the time I existed; as my 'ALLAH'.
Nikhil Parekh
100 Holes
Hide and Seek - part 1 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems (63 pages) , at;
amazon.com/dp/B003XVYJ8C.
a Poem from my above described Book If there were a 100 holes in the dry ground,
small rivulets of water would get accumulated after seasonal spells of monsoon,
a blend of mice, rabbit, and ant would continue to live in passionate harmony.
If there existed a 100 holes in the ornately sculptured tea kettle,
Sizzling droplets of brown liquid would ooze as if from a lawn sprinkler,
Scalding all in vicinity with boiling showers of freshly made tea.
If there were a 100 holes in well spun office shirt,
There would probably be no need for fans and large coolers,
Natural draughts of air would pierce sweat laden zones of chest,
Thereby compensating the need for artificial contrivances.
If there were a 100 holes in the base of my leather shoe,
Fresh waves of wind would ventilate through my feet,
Hence filtering tension clogged veins inhabiting the body.
If there were a 100 holes in luxury liner floating on ocean water,
Saline liquid from the sea would painstakingly penetrate,
Ergonomically plush interiors of ship would be flooded with water,
The ship made of the strongest wood fibre would sink to the bottom of the ocean.
If there were a 100 holes in the juicy fruit of african apple,
A cluster of worm would nibble its core,
Rendering it as a commodity to be used as a duplication for stone.
If there appeared a 100 holes in the flaming silhouette of Sun,
The light dispersing on earth would be complete with gloom and haze,
Prompting the young to walk with sticks in their hands groping blindly for
direction.
If there were a 100 holes in my heart,
I would drill it with many more still deeper,
Filling them all with reflections of whom I loved,
Keeping them full upto the brim for the remaining quota of years,
I am destined to tread on the soil of earth.
Nikhil Parekh
A Big No
a victorious moment indeed for me to post a Poem here from my Book titled - ' 1
God - Poems on God, Creator - volume 4 (262 pages) ';
which you can browse at amazon.com/dp/B013VSJ75Q.
Poetry Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to sight the wonderfully
resplendent island of milky moon?
Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to romantically
philander and enthrallingly admire; the stupendously magical contours of the Sun
soaked hills?
Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to relish the
tantalizingly ravishing waves; of the exuberantly tangy and undulating sea?
Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to profusely feast on
the unfathomably grandiloquent festoon of golden dewdrops; majestically
caressing the voluptuous strands of morning grass?
Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to wholeheartedly
enjoy under the tantalizingly seductive and torrential cloudshowers of; exotically
marvelous rain?
Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to witness
unsurpassable flocks of blissful sheep; royally sprint in the ebulliently timeless
meadows?
Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to ecstatically surge
and bountifully blend; with the charismatically ravishing winds that confronted
you in your way?
Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to repay back your
divinely mother; for the pricelessly aristocratic energy that she perpetually
embedded; in each of your impoverished veins?
Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to substitute the death
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
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
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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Nikhil Parekh
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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
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

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,
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,
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,
Nikhil Parekh
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Delightful Farm
amazon.com/dp/B0159CX3R0.
a Poem from my above described Book The placid pebble in blue water,
The yellow Sun evading the skies,
A black cloud of mixed feeling,
The blue tear strained eyes.
The
The
The
The
mist hanging in the air,

white dew drops in the field,
heavenly smell of thatched hay,
fathers scattered everywhere.
The
The
The
The
delicious smell of baked corn,

cock singing a perfect rhyme,
lively squirrel on the tree,
evanescent rising of dawn.
The
The
The
The
hedges covered with green foliage,

fields to be ploughed at,
hushed rustling of the trees,
sweet melody in the air.
Nikhil Parekh
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Don't Mess With Love

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 coldblooded stone; till the time your bones felt that wholesomely gruesome
extinction was a better alternative instead,
Don't mess with the knife; it would slice you into so many unsparing countless
bits; that even the most hideously barbaric vultures would find it bizarrely gory
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to digest,
Don't mess with the lion; it wouldn't given you even the most evanescent chance
to fulfill your last wish; before it gobbled you like a robust mosquito for its
afternoon lunch,
Don't mess with corruption; it would make every step of your blissfully
resplendent existence; more egregiously strangulating than the werewolves of
ghoulishly satanic hell,
Don't mess with the vampish seductress; she would firstly tantalize you to
realms beyond supremely ecstatic paradise; only to mercilessly excoriate apart
every bit of your skin; for stitching her compassionate night-coat,
Don't mess with the gallows; they would surreptitiously creep upon you in your
celestially contented slumber; to make it nefariously and irretrievably
permanent,
Don't mess with the bat; it would so barbarously pluck the whites and blacks of
your beautiful eyes; that your face would dissolve into laconically inconspicuous
space for times immemorial,
Don't mess with the mirage; it would satiate the chords of your agonizingly
charred throat till beyond eternal eternity; before eventually making you lick
granules of dry sand with acidulous thorns embedded inside; instead,
Don't mess with lightening; it would numb the quintessential nexus of your
existence to such a threshold; that even the most cannibalistic swords
massacring your head would seem to you as a flutter of a seductive eyelash,
Don't mess with symbiotism; it would sodomize the chapters of your harmonious
survival in such a way; that traumatic incarceration would become your sole
mantra to whimperingly exist,
Don't mess with blood; it would abandon you forever in the gutterpipe of
ostracizing deceit; beheading you as a lecherously parasitic alien; although you
were its cardinally very own,
And don't mess with love; it would grant you such a diabolical death for
betraying and tampering with its insuperably Omnipotent spirit; that life in any
form; shape or fraternity; would never ever in even the most obsolete of birth;
accept you once again
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Fantasy Seldom Becomes Reality

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.
Nikhil Parekh
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Fishing In Moonlit Jungle

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.
Nikhil Parekh
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God Himself
' 1 God - Poems on God, Creator - volume 1 (166 pages) ', at;
amazon.com/dp/B003XVYIM4.
a Poem from my above described Book He whom you can explicitly see is not God,
And he who was the strongest; without the most minuscule form appearing even
in flaming Sunlight; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you can profoundly feel is not God,
And he who was entirely ungraspable; without even leaving an untidy footprint
after majestically traversing on soil; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but
God himself.
He whom you could magnificently create is not God,
And he who exists in an incomprehensibly fathomless myriad of forms; was not
one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you can profusely imagine is not God,
And he who remains perpetually obscure even after floating in each particle of
the exotic atmosphere; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you can vividly dream about is not God,
And he who propelled every brain to think beyond corridors of the unbelievably
extraordinary; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you can coin your destiny with is not God,
And he who was maneuvering the lives of boundless at the mere tip of his little
finger; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you can cremate is not God,
And he who was immortally living; since unprecedented centuries ago even
before this earth was created; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God
himself.
He whom you can admire is not God,
And he who was bestowing an everlasting labyrinth of beauty every unfurling
second; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.
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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.
Nikhil Parekh
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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.
Nikhil Parekh
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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 thingbut 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.
Nikhil Parekh
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Holy Marriage
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'.
Nikhil Parekh
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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 allOR 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?
1.
HOW WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO WELCOME GOD ON DIWALI?
With the feeling of being just a piece of nothing infront of his Omnipresent auraOR 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?
2.
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
amazon.com/dp/B013I2E8J0.
Poetry from my above mentioned Book Embrace me like I've forever wanted to embrace every pore of your sensuously
poignant silhouette; and I promise I'll embrace you till times beyond infinite
infinity; embrace you even more than ever before,
Nibble me like I've forever wanted to nibble the pungently robust outlines of your
radiantly rubicund ears; and I promise I'll nibble you till times beyond infinite
infinity; nibble you even more than ever before,
Kiss me like I've forever wanted to kiss every swirl of untamed passion on your
insuperably scarlet lips; and I promise I'll kiss you till times beyond infinite
infinity; kiss you even more than ever before,
Tease me like I've forever wanted to tease your impeccably uninhibited persona;
and I promise I'll tease you till times beyond infinite infinity; tease you even
more than ever before,
Tantalize me like I've forever wanted to tantalize the redolently cavorting goosebumps on your skin; and I promise I'll tantalize you till times beyond infinite
infinity; tantalize you even more than ever before,
Encircle me like I've forever wanted to sacredly encircle every benign goodness
that drifted from your altruistic soul; and I promise I'll encircle you till times
beyond infinite infinity; encircle you even more than ever before,
Enchant me like I've forever wanted to enchant every pathway that you tread
in the tenure of your convivially symbiotic life; and I promise I'll enchant you till
times beyond infinite infinity; enchant you even more than ever before,
Enlighten me like I've forever wanted to enlighten even the most infinitesimally
dolorous aspect of your blessed existence; and I promise I'll enlighten you till
times beyond infinite infinity; enlighten you even more than ever before,
Date me like I've forever wanted to date even the most diminutive element of
your majestically heavenly form; and I promise I'll date you till times beyond
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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
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
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
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 mlange with the
glittering and star studded party,
I spoke a pathetically morose SORRY; when I had committed a blunder at home;
broken my neighbors glass pane; with the obdurate cricket ball I was tossing
wildly in my hands,
I spoke an audaciously domineering EXCUSE ME; when I was being irascibly
poked in the cumbersomely long queue; and each time I as I felt my number had
finally arrived at the ticket counter; somebody else barged in forcibly; disrupting
all my fun,
I spoke a compassionate THANK YOU; when the things I insatiably desired; were
delivered at lightening speeds on my feathered doorstep,
I spoke an inevitable YES; when the girl of my dreams; the divinely charisma of
my perceptions; invited me to embark on a shopping spree of the contemporarily
fabulous city,
I spoke a supremely cordial HELLO; when I met a person for the first time in my
life; didn't know the slightest as regards his uncanny persona,
I spoke an inadvertently embarrassing IDIOT; when the imbecile donkey
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.
Nikhil Parekh
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I Wanted To Breathe, Sleep, Eat With Your Name

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

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 nonexistent 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.
Nikhil Parekh
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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.
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.
1.
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
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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Nikhil Parekh
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Just Marrying Her

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
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.
Nikhil Parekh
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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.
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 slopeswith 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-ondown 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.
Nikhil Parekh
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Life Is As Omnipotent As God

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.
Nikhil Parekh
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Life's A Brilliant Mixture Of It All

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
ingredientof 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 alivein the coldblooded 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 birthwhere the whole world for
once becamea cradle of magnificent togetherness?
No. It never was 'solely'; but life's an emphatically brilliant
mixture of it all.
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Nikhil Parekh
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Life's A Complete Circle.

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.
Nikhil Parekh
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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 Indias 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 contentportraying
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
heightsbedazzling 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 soulstupefying 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 earthtruly 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
peoplebut 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 foolsfor 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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realityas the planet outside passionately rose to the uncanny thrill; challenges
and enigma of life,
They were pages for which not the tiniest of nightfall seemed to existas
minuscule mortals just like each one of us on earth; immortalized them with the
Sun of brilliance in his/her own inimitably distinctive style,
They were pages whose unbelievable fragrance of newness pumped fresh life into
every depressed and deadcharmed civilization after an infinite civilization with
the most spectacularly golden moments of their time,
They were pages which encompassed even the minutest details of invention,
innovation and the brilliance laden in each draught of windbeautifully depicting
each stark shade of existence at its infallible best,
They were pages which were a royal blend of amazing editorial dexterity and
talent extraordinairewhich ignited even the most dormant arenas of the brain
to perceive beyond the definitions of pragmatic time,
They were pages which truly proved that the whole world was your
audiencewhilst you were the sole magician on stage; to mesmerize, enchant
and overpower the impossible in your tiny fist,
They were pages which coined miraculously new levels of human endurance and
possibilityunveiling a boundless new dimensions to every sealed opportunity of
life,
They were pages which were true patriots till their very last breath and
beyondnot only saluting their beloved soil; but portraying its most undefeated
essence to the entire world outside,
They were pages which increased your conviction to lead life multifold with each
read-triggered each ingredient of your blood to do something uniquely
exuberantand do it now,
They were pages which conquered over even the most invisible trace of the devil
and lieswith the most spectacularly charismatic adventures of victorythat
mankind has ever witnessed,
They were pages from India's best book of Records: ' The Limca Book of Records'
ranked only 2nd officially to the Guinness Book of World Recordshighlighting
the very best from amongst a billion Indians- year after year after year of the
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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'.
Nikhil Parekh
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Long Live Godly Life

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 Parekhs 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 childlike 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 were
all created by the same God and infront of him; nothing,
It cultivated this most wonderfully altruistic habit of eating in the same plate; as
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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.
Nikhil Parekh
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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.
To browse above described different Books visit amazon.com/author/nikhilparekh.
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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Nikhil Parekh
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Neither Could Life Stop Death; Neither Could Death

Stop Life.
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 spellbinding evolution; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it
is enchantingly destined,
Neither could happiness stop inexplicably aggrieved tears whenever they're
destined; nor could any tears in anyways put brakes upon impregnably
philanthropic happiness; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God
and it is jubilantly destined,
Neither could perseverance stop amorphously carcinogenic spirits whenever
they're destined; nor could any spirit in anyways put brakes upon victoriously
peerless perseverance; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God
and it is insuperably destined,
Neither could simplicity stop lackadaisically worthless pompousness whenever it
is destined; nor could any pompousness in anyways put brakes upon celestially
enamoring simplicity; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God
and it is ubiquitously destined,
Neither could Luck stop horrifically ghastly accidents whenever they're destined;
nor could any accident in anyways put brakes upon bountifully unconquerable
luck; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is
consummately destined,
Neither could silence stop satanically crucifying screams whenever they're
destined; nor could any scream in anyways put brakes upon magically stupefying
silence; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is
euphorically destined,
Neither could day stop ghoulishly plundering night whenever it is destined; nor
could any night in anyways put brakes upon the perpetually winning day;
whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is spell-bindingly
destined,
Neither could humanity stop gorily devastating war whenever it is destined; nor
could any war in anyways put brakes upon everlastingly priceless and uniting
humanity; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is
effulgently destined,
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Neither could devotion stop lividly profane infidelity whenever it is destined; nor
could any infidelity in anyways put brakes upon unshakably faithful devotion;
whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is holistically
destined,
Neither could innocence stop maliciously perilous adultery whenever it is
destined; nor could any adultery in anyways put brakes upon divinely virgin
innocence; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is
beautifully destined,
Neither could righteousness stop deliriously febrile parasites whenever they're
destined; nor could any parasites in anyways put brakes upon truthfully blessing
righteousness; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is
spectacularly destined,
Neither could life stop torturously annihilating death whenever it is destined; nor
could any death in anyways put brakes upon the chapters of vivaciously
iridescent and immortal life; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of
God and it is heavenly destined.
Nikhil Parekh
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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'.
Nikhil Parekh
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Once Again
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
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
After witnessing your voluptuously bushy eyebrows; I felt as if the monotonously
bedraggled Universe had embraced the aisles of uninhibited freedom; once
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
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
After witnessing your intriguingly sprouting nostrils; I felt as if every
treacherously tyrannized stone on this earth had metamorphosed into celestial
life; once
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
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.
Nikhil Parekh
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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.
Nikhil Parekh
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Redder Than The Reddest Of Rosemy Valentine.

Redder than the reddest of rose was your ecstatically silken shadow; sensuously
engulfed under the unparalleled flaming rays of Sunas 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 soilat 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.
Nikhil Parekh
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Scent And Spice

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.
Nikhil Parekh
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Table Salt
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.

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.
Nikhil Parekh
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The Inner Voice Of Mind

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.
Nikhil Parekh
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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.
Nikhil Parekh
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The Power Of Black - Poems On Humanity, Social

Cause, Poverty, Women Empowerment
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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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
Nikhil Parekh
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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.
Nikhil Parekh
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The Womb - Poems On Mother, Father, Children,

Parenthood
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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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.
Nikhil Parekh
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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 amazon.com/dp/B013PUG5SW.
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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Nikhil Parekh
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To Forget Her Was Impossible

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.
Nikhil Parekh
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True And Immortal Lover.

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.
Nikhil Parekh
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Whispers
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.
Nikhil Parekh
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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 barbarismlike a
prince near your amiably compassionate bosom?
Will you be the reason that I found new-found optimism to survive; not only
reaching the zenith myselfbut reaching out the balm of unhindered love and
humanity to every single of my fellow beings?
Will you be the voice that I could easily differentiate from amongst every other
on the planet; as it was my own heart's cry to forever unite with my soul-mate in
this life and every life hence-forth- destined?
I guess its time to propose to you nowand that's exactly what I am doing from
deep within my heart O! Beloved- will you be my Valentine
Nikhil Parekh
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Without Her Hands In Mine

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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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Nikhil Parekh
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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 divorcea 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.
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
You die; I die - Part 1 - 50 Poems for soul stirring Love (168 pages) , at;
amazon.com/dp/B010ZIBSP2.
a Poem from my above described Book You're the answer to all my riddles in life; miraculously healing all my
traumatized agonies; with the insatiable magic in your voice,
You're the voice that makes me celestially rest; shrugging all my frazzled
vagaries into non-existent wisps of oblivion,
You're a mountain of invincible strength that I needed when I disdainfully
collapsed; incessantly inspiring me to add vibrant dimensions to every tomorrow
that
blissfully unfurls,
You're an incredulous magical wand; that metamorphoses all my staggering
impossible's; into the winds of irrefutably blazing triumph,
You're a cloud of innocent angels; that always made me feel I was that
euphorically bouncing child once again; even as I treacherously slipped towards
the corridors of extinction,
You're a bountiful paradise of newness; triggering me to indefatigably fantasize
all brilliant day; and even while embracing the mists of diabolical midnight,
You're an idol of astoundingly philanthropic benevolence; instilling in me the
indispensable ingredients of everlasting mankind,
You're a river of perpetual harmony that cascaded past my window; making me
wholesomely bask in the stupendous glory of natures mystical endowment,
You're a bow of astronomical courage; relentlessly transpiring me to unflinchingly
fight for my ruthlessly incarcerated tribe,
You're a marvelously glistening shore that harbors all impoverished in your
compassionate warmth; teaching me to forever salute the immortal religion of
humanity,
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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.
Nikhil Parekh
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