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Nikhil Parekh(27/08/1977) Nikhil Parekh has authored thousands of Poems on – God, Peace, Love, AntiTerrorism, 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 eBookformat at Amazon.com Kindle Store in the United States, can be browsed forfree. Therefore to read differently titled Poems written by the Poet without payingany money, please visit – amazon.com/author/nikhilparekh. From this websitevisit any Book. Then on the individual page of the respective Book, click on itscover to browse the free Poems. Join thousands of the poet's fans and friends at -facebook.com/indianpoetnikhilparekh. Nikhil Parekh, (born August 27,1977) ,38 years of age, from Ahmedabad, India -is a Love Poet and 10 time National Record holder for his Poetry with the LimcaBook of Records India - limcabookofrecords.in, which is India's Best Book ofRecords, also Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of WorldRecords. He is an author of - ' LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTEDPOETRY ', 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 writtenbefore 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 arefor - (1) Being the First Indian Poet to be published/featured in McGill EnglishDictionary of Rhyme which is the World's Number 1 English Rhyming Dictionary-for his poem: Come Lets Embrace our New Religion (2) Being the First Indian Poet to have won Poet of the Year Award at theCanadian Federation of Poets which is Canada's National Poetry Body endorsedby Governor General of Canada (3) Being the First Indian Poet to be published in a CommonwealthNewsletter 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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book (5) Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most numberof replies from World Leaders and World Organizations. (6) Being the First Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to theInternational Goodwill Treaty for World Peace - GoodwillTreaty.org. (7) Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films atYoutube.com - The World's largest video sharing website. (8) Being the 1st Indian Poet to be featured for his Poetry Book - 'Loveversus Terrorism- Poems on Anti Terror, Peace', at Wattpad.com - The World'smost popular ebook community and largest website for reading books on mobilephones. (9) Being the first Indian Poet whose video reciting a Poem on NelsonMandela, has been placed at the official website of the Government of SouthAfrica. (10) Having authored LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTEDPOETRY - which is of Print Length 5254 pages and currently has approximately1.15 million words, financially selling in the Amazon.com Kindle Store UnitedStates at - amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ. Parekh is an author of 47 varied Books which include – 1 God (volume 1 tovolume 4) , The Womb (volume 1 to volume 2) , Love Versus Terrorism (Part 1to 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 youcut a tree; you cut your own mother, Hide and Seek (part 1 to part 8) , LongestPoem written by Nikhil Parekh – Only as Life. These Books comprise of nearly a7000 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 – intheir totality. The Indian Poet's Books and Poems have had Millions of Viewers and Downloadson the internet. The Poet’s Poetry has had the patronization of several World Leaders includingthe 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, NikhilParekh, have smelt by the grace of God – I’m grateful to him for enlightening meabout his chapters of invincible creation and considering me worthy enough todescribe 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 infiniteunconquerable shapes and forms. Goes to irrefutably prove that there is just oneCreator, you choose to call him by whatever name – and for everyone one of ustill the time we live. This book is a perpetual dedication to Almighty Lord. Itquintessentially portrays the splendor of the Almighty Creator in his infiniteforms. Goes to victoriously prove at every step, that no matter how hard thedevil tries to annihilate the planet – an inconspicuous tap of the Lord’s fingermakes him crumble to his very last non – existent frigid roots. Poems depicting the ‘ Omnipotent ‘ glory of the Creator in an infinite forms thatthe poet could ever conceive. Natural and uninhibited outpourings of the heartthese poems transport the reader into a world of spirituality and magnificence ofGodhead. Every poetic piece shows Parekh’s unparalleled love for the Almightyand immortalizes the Omnipresent aura of the Lord in a boundless ways andshapes. This spiritually enriched compendium of poems is for all those who’ve timelesslyadmired the miraculous prowesses and powers of God at each stage of theirlives. Those who’ve lived each instant of their lives worshipping his Omniscientgrace irrespective of the most murderous hell descending around. The poeticimagery brilliantly transcends over every inhibition of caste, creed, color andreligion and goes to perpetually prove that all living beings are one and blessedin his fathomless sacrosanct light of truth. The poems depict Parekh’s oneness inmind, 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 toeloquently speak, He was the one who made me smile; emphatically displaying my armory of whiteteeth to the world, He was the one who produced empathy in my eyes; made them profoundlyglisten in the morning light, He was the one who made me rambunctiously chatter; bounce in the true fervorof life, He was the one who made me sneeze; burst into infinite chortles of uninhibitedlaughter, He was the one who engendered me to sweat; tremble innocuously with infinitegoose bumps creeping up inadvertently on my naked skin, He was the one who made me dream; fantasize to the most bizarre limits ofcontemplation, He was the one who enabled me to traverse on earth; put my feet firmly on theblack soil I tread, He was the one who made me blush a perfect crimson; as I inevitably winked ata mesmerizing girl, He was the one who imparted me the skill to voraciously read; pen downintricate lines of exquisite calligraphy, He was the one who impregnated awesome strength in my knuckles; grantedthem the tenacity to defend the infirm, He was the one who made me decipher the minutest of noise; wholesomelyrelish the blend of tingling sounds in atmosphere, He was the one who filled my stomach whenever I felt famished; ensured thatthe right morsels of food occupied its cavities,


He was the one who embodied in me the exuberance to run; inhaling gallons ofrevitalizing 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 feltbesieged by a host of inexplicable dilemmas, He was the one who instilled astronomical courage in my demeanor; made mestand tall and unflinching against all barricades that confronted me in my way, He was the one who made me nostalgic; reminisce profoundly the poignantmemories of my childhood in my mothers lap, He was the one who found me the love of my life; made sure that it consolidatedinto sacrosanct marriage, He was the one who resurrected my faith in life every unfurling minute; mademe imbibe the true spirit of existence, He was the one who was the blood flowing through my veins; the beating of myheart 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 andtill 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 fordirection. 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 - ' 1God - 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 wonderfullyresplendent island of milky moon? Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to romanticallyphilander and enthrallingly admire; the stupendously magical contours of the Sunsoaked hills? Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to relish thetantalizingly ravishing waves; of the exuberantly tangy and undulating sea? Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to profusely feast onthe unfathomably grandiloquent festoon of golden dewdrops; majesticallycaressing the voluptuous strands of morning grass? Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to wholeheartedlyenjoy under the tantalizingly seductive and torrential cloudshowers of; exoticallymarvelous rain? Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to witnessunsurpassable flocks of blissful sheep; royally sprint in the ebulliently timelessmeadows? Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to ecstatically surgeand bountifully blend; with the charismatically ravishing winds that confrontedyou in your way? Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to repay back yourdivinely mother; for the pricelessly aristocratic energy that she perpetuallyembedded; 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 thepatriotically valiant soldier; a compensation equivalent to his immortally slainedlife? Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to purchase back thesmiles of all those children; orphaned in sordidly stinking dustbins; right from thevery first cry of their birth? Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to bask in the glory ofthe stupendously reinvigorating rainbow; let its magnanimous boisterousnesstake complete control over your frazzled senses? Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to incredulously relishyour profoundly impeccable rudiments; the trail of inscrutable enigma that youcelestially reminisced; on your expedition of tracing your very first ancestor? Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to sleazily confiscatetruth 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 childuninhibitedly smile; inundate every miserably incarcerated cranny of yourchained existence; with unendingly jubilation and melodious happiness? Is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to transcend past thecorridors 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 unequivocallyenlighten 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 inhaleeuphorically resplendent air into your puristically humanitarian lungs;quintessentially enshroud your dwindling existence; with thunderbolts of vibrantlife? And is there any price on earth that you could ever dream of; to invinciblydedicate 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; tofall in IMMORTAL LOVE? For all of you who say YES to the above; I can only convey to you what theAlmighty Lord has ordered me to do; that the questions above are unconquerablypriceless; and the heavenly answer to all of them is indeed and forever will be; aBIG NO. Nikhil Parekh


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 afestoon of enchantingly misty clouds, In order to augment the glory of the lanky tree; God flooded its barren surfacewith a blanket of fresh green leaves, In order to augment the glory of the fleshy palm; God embellished its surfacewith a myriad of fascinating lines bifurcated into islands and forks, In order to augment the glory of the plain atmosphere; God deluged its gloomyambience with sizzling rays of brilliant Sunlight, In order to augment the glory of the colossal ocean; God imparted its boundlesssurface with a cavalcade of ravishingly frosty waves, In order to augment the glory of fecund territories of brown soil; God embodiedits surface with a wide fraternity of salubrious crop, In order to augment the glory of the voluptuously fathomless jungles; Godplaced a battalion of majestic lions on its rustled paths, In order to augment the glory of the towering mountains; God embedded theirtreacherous slopes with compassionate balls of white snow, In order to augment the glory of the redolently scarlet rose; God granted itsdemeanor with a seductively exotic scent, In order to augment the glory of the delectably hidden nest; God filled its emptypersona with a cluster of stupendously charming and innocuous eggs, In order to augment the glory of the placid night; God blessed its shiveringpersona with amicably twinkling stars, In order to augment the glory of the gorgeously unsurpassable valley; God lit up


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 itwith the prowess of oozing life yielding and sacrosanct milk, In order to augment the glory of cascading rain; God impregnated the cosmoswith a spell binding and vivacious rainbow, In order to augment the glory of mammoth stacks of diamonds and gold; Godtriggered their periphery with a mesmerizing and perennial shine, In order to augment the glory of the blind bat; God granted it with theastounding ability to stick wherever it wanted; to sleep upside down, In order to augment the glory of the blossoming shoots of bountiful grass; Godoverwhelmed its tips with tantalizingly alluring dewdrops, In order to augment the glory of true love; God gave it the highest priority on hisagendas of this unfathomable Universe; granted it the virtue of being supremelyimmortal, And in order to augment the glory of every human; God swamped his dead bodywith an armory of passionate heart beats; flooded his dormant lungs withgargantuanbellows of fresh breath; bestowed upon him the most wonderful gift existing onthis planet; a gift that we all know today as life. Nikhil Parekh


A Tribute To The Nobel Prize (Nobelprize.Org) - MyHumble Salutations. Poetry written in appreciation of the Nobel Prize; as the world's most covetedhonor. Wondrously transparent was its grandeur- which enamored the world with thecharm of invincible substance- for the greatest benefit of the living kind, Brilliantly optimistic was its presentation- rekindling fresh rays of hope andcompassion in a planet usurped within the mortuaries of a meaningless war, Majestically opulent was its flamboyant demeanor- as it ensured that truthprevailed in its own inimitable aura- and was perseveringly harnessed from itsfragrant roots, Marvelously resplendent was its victorious trail- reaching out to the absolute bestand awarding symbiotic humanitarian existence with laurels of humble goodness, Humanitarianly humble; yet astoundingly mighty were its deeds- as it accreditedthe true worth of success and insurmountable achievement- with the honor itdeserved, Selflessly sensational were its headlines- as people of all religion; caste; creedand color united under a single roof of unparalleled love- to congratulate a freshvoice of promise, Gloriously embracing were its altruistic palms- as it unabashedly invited thecommon man as well as the super celebrity to browse its website- wherein laythe most impeccable pearls of literature on the most fascinating aspects ofexistence, Bounteously charismatic were its foundations- which evolved the most idealisticcivilization of love; peace; friendship; dignity; integrity; peace and religiousequality, Triumphantly enriching were its medallions- which reinforced faith in the abilityto pursue conviction and let it uninhibitedly fructify into the fruits of joyouspositivity,


Irrefutably fearless were its decisions- as it poignantly accoladed the mostdeserving candidates in their respective fields- wholeheartedly appreciating talentand effort where it royally lay, Marvelously magnanimous were its ceremonies- where the most intrepid oflaureates had their own inimitably natural opinions- on their chosen paths inblessed life, Honestly unbiased were its intentions- as it ingeniously segregated human fieldsof 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 goodnessthat lit up besmirched darkness with the profoundly sublime rays of togethernessand humanity, Magnetically alluring was its charm- as it broke barriers of discomfort –facilitating inspired dialogue between you and the individual they crowned astheir esteemed laureate, Ardently persevering were its ideals- as it embarked on its zealously fulfillingmission of instilling solidarity amidst humanity- with its philanthropiccommitment to mankind, Beautifully bonding was its empowering feelas what transpired at its prizegiving function- was the world feeling more resourcefully enriched with thegoodness 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 itmy humble salutations! Nikhil Parekh


Aftermath's Of Pinching Hide and Seek - part 5 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems (95 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B0157BP6SC. a Poem from my above described Book - When i sedately pinched an opalescent balloon filled with tons of gas,pricked it with ultra thin needles coated with scorpion sting,gave it a volatile punch in its solar plexus,the colossal ball of swollen rubber burst with obstreperous bangs,now resembling deflated skin of threadbare junk. when i boisterously pinched the shell of juicy water melon,ripped apart the fruit with adroit strokes of the butcher knife,kneaded the blood red pulp, applying unrelenting pressure with palms,squashed the residue in compressed interiors of knotted cloth,a stream of crimson red juice tumbled directly into scorched regions of mythroat. 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


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 flamboyantlight all day to the gruesomely staggering earth; for the Omnipotent Sun, For me to bond with her was as important; as was tirelessly showering bountifuldroplets of rain upon dreadfully parched soil; for the voluptuously crimsonclouds, For me to bond with her was as important; as was majestically oozingunfathomable tons of sparkling honey with the exuberant breeze; for theboisterously flirtatious honey bee, For me to bond with her was as important; as was fulminating the inner mostarenas of his heart and soul into an unsurpassable valley of vivaciousgraciousness; for the celestially wandering artist, For me to bond with her was as important; as was replenishing itself withquintessentially 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 anendless entrenchment of astoundingly spell binding rhyme; for the melodiouslyblessed nightingale, For me to bond with her was as important; as was ubiquitously disseminating itsscent of poignantly handsome friendship; for the vibrantly ravishing and eternallyexotic rose, For me to bond with her was as important; as was iridescently un unfurling into ariver of mystically milky pearls; for the gloriously regale and fascinating stars, For me to bond with her was as important; as was ubiquitously propagating themessage of unconquerably heavenly peace; for the harbingers of egalitarianhumanity,


For me to bond with her was as important; as was exultatingly jubilant andcardinally crimson blood; for the intricately sensitive veins, For me to bond with her was as important; as was intransigently fantasizing inthe 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 mostunparalleled conqueror; for the irrevocably Herculean and invincibly suprememountain tips, For me to bond with her was as important; as was fabulously disintegrating intoa countless billion pieces; for the tumultuously descending and poignantlypristine avalanche, For me to bond with her was as important; as was sporting an immaculateblanket of heavenly mesmerizing fur; for the timelessly humble and innocentsheep, For me to bond with her was as important; as was portraying an unequivocallycandid reflection; for the flamingly eloquent and scintillating mirror, For me to bond with her was as important; as was gargantuan lakes of virginwater; for the impeccably gliding and heavenly fish, For me to bond with her was as important; as was romancing in inexorablywonderful titillation; for the charismatically incarcerating eyelashes, For me to bond with her was as important; as was the art of culminating intorhythmically incanting sound; for the rosily forked and fantastically tangy tongue, For me to bond with her was as important; as was the unfettered sailing ongigantically stormy ocean waters; for the harmoniously crafted and brimming tocapacity; passenger ship, For me to bond with her was as important; as was the art of indispensably ardentsustenance; for the miserably slavering beggar, For me to bond with her was as important; as was unraveling into a tale ofreinvigoratingly tangy froth after clashing against the shores; for thearistocratically undulating waves,


For me to bond with her was as important; as was tranquil waves of gregariouslyserene and rejuvenating shade; for the preposterously dreary and horrificallystaggering traveler, For me to bond with her was as important; as was boundless rivers ofunblemished mother's milk; for the freshly born and divinely wailing infant, For me to bond with her was as important; as was enthrallingly ecstatic rainbowsto spawn up in the oligarchic cosmos; after it rained euphorically under thedazzlingly profound rays of the midday Sun, For me to bond with her was as important; as was for the spirit to holisticallyliberate 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 flowafter witnessing its departed ones; for the wonderfully princely and emphaticallyeclectic eye, For me to bond with her was as important; as was bouncing in the aisles ofuncontrollably uninhibited and untamed mischief; for the incessantly winkingchimpanzee, For me to bond with her was as important; as was wholesomely freeing everyiota of his irrefutably sacrosanct motherland; for the patriotically unflinching andvaliantly intrepid soldier, For me to bond with her was as important; as was the chapter of timelesslymagnificent proliferation and opalescently blossoming newness; for theOmniscientlyAlmighty Lord, For me to bond with her was as important; as was the dance of perennial glory intorrentially seductive rain; for the majestic winged and blissful peacock, For me to bond with her was as important; as was inhaling limitless gallons ofeffulgently Omnipotent air; for the miserably impoverished and diminutivenostril, And for me to bond with her was as important; as was unleashing into a Universeof unassailably immortal love; for the passionately thundering andcompassionately honest heart.


Nikhil Parekh


Black The Power of Black - Poems on Humanity, Social Cause, Poverty, Womenempowerment - 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 dormantcrannies of your soul; to realms beyond the wisps of eternal eternity. Black. A Color which triggers an unsurpassable inferno of hidden fires in yournaked skin; indefatigably tantalizing your nimble shadow to forever blend withthe celestially enamoring fabric of the night. Black. A Color which inevitably magnetizes you towards even the mostinfinitesimal speck of your surrounding environment; irrespective of yourindelibly vociferous denial to survive. Black. A Color which engenders you to timelessly discover your ever-pervadinglyunbridled creativity; as you ardently gyrate in the passionately undying fabric ofthe 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 acloud 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 youruntamed virility; with none but amorphous darkness to discover. Black. A Color which brings out the truest shades of your eclectically vibrantpersonality; at times unleashing the unfettered animal within you; as youecstatically slaver and rollick on virgin mud; without a cloth to engulf youruncontrollably shivering skin. Black. A Color which renders every pore of your impeccable flesh in unlimitedbewilderment of the profound feel of boundless depth; transports you into anunending labyrinth of ebulliently perennial desire. Black. A Color which forever rectifies even the most inconspicuous trace ofinconsolably pulverizing misery; coalescing every form of torturous anguish in


vicinity with a singleton shade of amazingly mollifying equanimity. Black. A Color which indefatigably challenges the devil to appear again and againand 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 yourdolorously beleaguered shadow; encompassing every ingredient of your crimsonblood with the undaunted tenacity to holistically survive. Black. A Color which makes you fearlessly entwine your fingers with theintrepidly unknown; igniting the bonfire of unstoppable adventure in everyconceivable corridor of your innocuously pious soul. Black. A Color which perpetuates even the most extinguishing part of you tofantasize beyond the definitions of the extraordinary; discover the completenessof existence as the flaming Sun sinks well behind the Omnipresent horizons. Black. A Color which makes you wholesomely forget every tangible idiosyncrasyof caste; creed; tribe or color; as all appeared symbiotically alike under the mostcelestially ameliorating carpet of the moonless night. Black. A Color which knew no blazing victory or ghastly defeat; as even the mostethereal trace of war ceased with the descent of the marvelously royal night. Black. A Color which metamorphoses even the most monotonously robotic part ofyou into the most seductively mitigating of poet; as you inevitably started tochurn fathomless lines of divinely poetry; with every whisper and kiss of thenight. Black. A Color which makes you synergistically neutral to life and death; miseryand 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 yourbreath; 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 mostunconquerable limits; as countless blessed seeds of fertility timelessly permeatedthe cradle of the atmosphere; with absolutely no hindrance to grow; at an houralways past passionate midnight.


Nikhil Parekh


Busy You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 15 (141 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B013H4F550. a Poem from my above described Book - The clouds were mystically busy; in showering tantalizing globules of rain; uponfathomless territories of agonizingly parched soil, The Sun was flamingly busy; in magically sizzling every cranny of thisboundlessly congenial Universe; with golden beams of its optimisticallyenchanting light, The spiders were fabulously busy; in enamoringly weaving silken strands ofwebs; euphorically bouncing in the threads; fervently anticipating the prey oftheir choice, The fires were swelteringly busy; in charring even the most infinitesimal iota oftenacious logwood; to threadbare bits of minuscule ash, The clowns were ludicrously busy; in tumultuously evoking a festoon ofunfathomable smiles; on the faces of all those besieged with cloudbursts ofinexplicable gloom, The eagles were majestically busy; in enshrouding every bit of drearily insipidspace; with exuberant draughts of exotic air, The snakes were ominously busy; in stealthily waiting for innocuously sparklingskin; ebullient chunks of flesh to venomously infiltrate their murderously sinisterfangs; in, The fortresses were invincibly busy; in compassionately sequestering all thosedisastrously orphaned and dithering; from the acrimoniously mighty onslaught;ofthe turgidly satanic society, The clothes were amiably busy; in shielding innocently naked skin fromvindictively frozen avalanches of wind; as well as tyrannically ferocious rays of;the uncouthly blistering afternoon,


The cars were boisterously busy; in rhapsodically transporting fatigued battalionsof passengers; to the most resplendently placating destination of their supremechoice, The sharks were diabolically busy; in frantically groping for immaculate prey;metamorphose a profusely robust framework of ravishing flesh and blood; into adevastatingly transposed curry of sheer nothingness, The dogs were pertinently busy; in dolefully barking; deluging the trajectory ofthe gloomily treacherous night; with an incomprehensible number of theirghoulish wails, The ghosts were insidiously busy; in casting the spell of their gorily sinisterdoom; devouring blissful civilizations; in the swirl of their hideously obfuscatedand grotesque countenances, The eyes were indefatigably busy; in profoundly discerning and imbibing thefathomlessly glorious beauty of this gregariously mystical Universe; pavingtheir way ecstatically forward to coin astoundingly new chapters of existence, The blood was poignantly busy; in spell bindingly imparting fortitude to eacharena of the staggeringly bedraggled body; rejuvenating it to unfurl refreshinglyemphatic chapters of; a vividly vibrant tomorrow, The pigs were disdainfully busy; in excoriating through lugubrious piles ofgarbage at lightening velocities; ruthlessly gobbling even the most worthlesslystinking 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 sacredlife on the boundlessly beautiful planet; articulately maneuvering the destiny ofeach organism; rich or lecherously poor; alike, And my Heart was perpetually busy; in incarcerating the beats of herpassionately divine heart; assimilating and immortal bonding with the essence ofher unparalleled love; uniting with her philanthropic will; to bless all benignmankind.


Nikhil Parekh


But You Looked The Best You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 4 (166 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B011PXSN1S. Poetry from my Book as above mentioned - You looked more ravishing than the fairies; when I sighted you underflamboyantly fiery rays of dazzling Sunlight, You looked more mesmerizing than the heavenly waterfalls; when I sighted youunder milky beams of resplendent moonlight, You looked more innocuous than the freshly born infant; when I sighted youunder ethereally evanescent shadows of dawn, You looked more tantalizing than the full blossomed vivacious peacock; when Isighted you in the overwhelmingly murky camouflage of dusk, But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side; profoundly lost in youreternal dreams; with every beat of yours bonding immortally with mine. You looked more celestial than the angels; when I sighted you frolickingflirtatiously in the ocean waves, You looked more enchanting than the myriad of profusely poignant rose; when Isighted you blushing in untamed embarrassment, You looked more seductive than the most voluptuous of nights; when I sightedyou gallivanting euphorically upon your golden horse, You looked more immaculate that the crusts of pristine snow; when I sighted youspreading your lips into a spell binding smile, But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side; profoundly lost in youreternal dreams; with every beat of yours bonding immortally with mine. Your looked more surreally fabulous than the most unfathomable of dream; whenI sighted you soaring through the handsomely misty clouds,


You looked more exuberant than the thunderously gushing breeze; when Isighted you wholesomely drenched in ebullient globules of fresh rain, You looked more astonishing than royally crackling flames of fire; when I sightedyou embellished in a festoon of silver oyster pearls, You looked more fragrant than the field of newly sprouted lotus; when I sightedyou philandering barefoot in the wilderness of the enigmatic midnight, But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side; profoundly lost in youreternal dreams; with every beat of yours bonding immortally with mine. You looked more sagacious than any prudent entity on this planet; when Isighted you communicating with the flock of impeccable pigeons; perchedmajestically onyour rubicund palms, You looked more alluring than the incredulously striped rainbow in the sky; whenI sighted you whistling and staring unrelentingly into exotically open space, You looked more dense than most fathomless of forests; when I sighted youbatting your eyelids towards the mirror; an infinite times, You looked more special than anybody else on this planet; when I sighted tearsof poignant philanthropism; dribble down from your irrefutably sacred eyes, But you looked the best; seated naturally by my side; profoundly lost in youreternal dreams; with every beat of yours bonding immortally with mine. Nikhil Parekh


Delightful Farm Hide and Seek - part 7 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems (76 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B0159CX3R0. a Poem from my above described Book - The placid pebble in blue water,The yellow Sun evading the skies,A black cloud of mixed feeling,The blue tear strained eyes. The mist hanging in the air,The white dew drops in the field,The heavenly smell of thatched hay,The fathers scattered everywhere. The delicious smell of baked corn,The cock singing a perfect rhyme,The lively squirrel on the tree,The evanescent rising of dawn. The hedges covered with green foliage,The fields to be ploughed at,The hushed rustling of the trees,The sweet melody in the air. Nikhil Parekh


Don't Mess With Love You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 9 (146 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B012YDVZWM. a Poem from my above described Book - Don't mess with lies; it would hedonistically massacre you with its fangs ofvindictively flagrant prejudice, Don't mess with the scorpion; it would so ballistically permeate its venomouslycurled 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 disappearingoblivion, Don't mess with the Shark; it would pulverize every element of your countenanceto such a pulverized chowder; that wouldn't be visible with even the mostcontemporarily high powered telescope, Don't mess with the avalanche; it would treacherously bury you an infinite feetbeneath your corpse; a place so scurrilously asphyxiating beneath the earth;whereeven darkness dreaded to dare, Don't mess with obsession; it would maniacally frazzle every sensuously sensitivevein of your persona; reduce you to such a bundle of delirious meaninglessnessthat even the coffins of hell would blatantly refuse, Don't mess with the ghost; it would wretchedly jinx you beyond thecomprehensions of infinite infinity; torturing you to such an extent; that youvomited raw blood everytime you witnessed the contours of your face, Don't mess with the storm; it would inexhaustibly lambaste you against cold-blooded stone; till the time your bones felt that wholesomely gruesomeextinction was a better alternative instead, Don't mess with the knife; it would slice you into so many unsparing countlessbits; that even the most hideously barbaric vultures would find it bizarrely gory


to digest, Don't mess with the lion; it wouldn't given you even the most evanescent chanceto fulfill your last wish; before it gobbled you like a robust mosquito for itsafternoon lunch, Don't mess with corruption; it would make every step of your blissfullyresplendent existence; more egregiously strangulating than the werewolves ofghoulishly satanic hell, Don't mess with the vampish seductress; she would firstly tantalize you torealms beyond supremely ecstatic paradise; only to mercilessly excoriate apartevery bit of your skin; for stitching her compassionate night-coat, Don't mess with the gallows; they would surreptitiously creep upon you in yourcelestially contented slumber; to make it nefariously and irretrievablypermanent, Don't mess with the bat; it would so barbarously pluck the whites and blacks ofyour beautiful eyes; that your face would dissolve into laconically inconspicuousspace for times immemorial, Don't mess with the mirage; it would satiate the chords of your agonizinglycharred throat till beyond eternal eternity; before eventually making you lickgranules of dry sand with acidulous thorns embedded inside; instead, Don't mess with lightening; it would numb the quintessential nexus of yourexistence to such a threshold; that even the most cannibalistic swordsmassacring 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 harmonioussurvival in such a way; that traumatic incarceration would become your solemantra to whimperingly exist, Don't mess with blood; it would abandon you forever in the gutterpipe ofostracizing deceit; beheading you as a lecherously parasitic alien; although youwere its cardinally very own, And don't mess with love; it would grant you such a diabolical death forbetraying and tampering with its insuperably Omnipotent spirit; that life in anyform; shape or fraternity; would never ever in even the most obsolete of birth;accept you once again


Nikhil Parekh


Fantasy Seldom Becomes Reality Hide and Seek - part 2 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems (67 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B0153JRFFK. Poetry from my Book as above mentioned - I thought of nose diving from the 100th floor of the edifice,shivered incessantly when perched right on the top,abruptly changed my decision as i stared in deathly horror,at the fathomless distance between the ground and my silhouette. i visualized trespassing through amber flames of the bonfire,as they licked barren arenas of the misty blue sky,i vehemently changed my outlook; as i actually felt their savage heat,refrained from venturing even miles near the conflagration. i perceived chewing brittle shards of broken glass,disintegrating them firmly with my teeth,dreaded visions of blood gushing from chambers in mouth engulfed me,as i formally held a solitary chunk of glass in my palms,prompting me to dismiss the obnoxious idea from my mind. i envisaged riding on the silken body of blue ocean whale,admiring the scenic beauty of the captivating Atlantic,ghastly images of its canine teeth petrified me in entirety,with hollow kingdoms of its mouth relishing my bones,causing me to instantaneously relinquish the fantasy before it took firm roots. i imagined conversing with the magnanimous princess,floating high in the clouds with her mesmerizing grace,i then looked down at the torn lace of my shoe, infinite stains in my vest, theemptiness 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. Nikhil Parekh


Father And Mother. The Womb - Poems on Mother, Father, Children, Parenthood - volume 1 (154pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B003XVYJ9Q. a Poem from my above described Book - He celestially slept in her Godly lap for marathon hours; when the brilliantlyflamboyant Sun peaked full throttle in the sky,While to be hoisted high and handsome in euphoric air; all that he had to dowas; incoherently tug at the maturely bohemian fingers; of my ebullientlyanticipating palms. He boisterously suckled milk from her sacred chest; when he felt intermittentlyhungry; even at the most inexplicable moments of the day and all throughout theperilous night,While to be recounted his favorite rhymes of mystical adventure and frolic; allthat he had to do was; innocuously stare at my compassionate eyes; as the rainfell in tranquilly from the fathomless skies outside. He danced in her poignant lap with uninhibited tandem; rejoicing the mostpricelessly grandiloquent moments of his freshly born life,While to be apprised of the outside world; march on his own tiny feet outside; allhe had to do was; immaculately flood my ears with his euphorically mesmerizingand incongruous sounds. He snuggled unassailably close to her pristine belly; whenever he felt even themost inconspicuous iota of fear lingering diabolically in the atmosphere around,While to be taught how to prudently discern words and language; all he had todo was; kiss me impeccably on my bearded cheeks; as the seductive songs ofthe cuckoo; greeted one and all; at gloriously ethereal dawn. He gleefully plucked at the strands of her silken hair; joyously banging hisdiminutive fists into her chin; whenever he felt strung by winds ofoverwhelmingly uncontrollable mischief,While to be scrupulously washed of all the abominable dirt adhering to hiseternally brand new visage; all he had to do was; inarticulately wink at theecstaticallyobliging contours of my face. He fabulously emulated in front of her all the voices he had an absolute


infatuation towards; nibbling her Omnipotent ears with his softly developingteeth,While to be indefatigably tickled on his blissfully endowing ribs; all he had to dowas; naughtily play hide and seek with my profoundly twinkling eyes. He smiled the smile of the angels in her vivaciously resplendent arms; irrefutablyaccepting her unconquerable breath and sweat; as the sole tonic to survive,While to be taken round every cranny of our dwelling; as well as unrelentinglyexplore the sprouting garden outside; all he had to do was; gently pat me on myfervently awaiting and already bent shoulders. He intransigently adored her celestial countenance for being the most beautifullybountiful 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; allhe had to do was; passionately address me by any name that he wanted; foreverhe would always remain as my blood; as my heavenly child. And although he sporadically probed her for something; and at times holisticallyleaned upon my demeanor for that object eluding his timelessly Omnipotentsenses,He had impregnably bestowed upon both of us an honor which made us exist asthe richest organisms for countless more births of ours yet to unfurl; O! yes anindescribable richness of being his Only; Father and Mother. Nikhil Parekh


Fishing In Moonlit Jungle Hide and Seek - part 8 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems (53 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B015ALUBK2. Poetry from my Book as above mentioned - Wild berries fell down from the peach tree,wide spanned eagles glided harmlessly across the moon,menacing owl eyes stared fiendishly downward,bushy squirrels clambered the rock with bustling fervor,olive green grasshoppers swished their tentacles,stinging red ants dug small burrows in wet mud,colored magpie birds sang a perfect sonnet,lethal alligators swam clumsily through the neighboring water,sly foxes galloped at rollicking speeds,the princely lion lurked stealthily in search of rich prey,huge brown spiders spun their webs in animation,century old tortoise trampled the outgrowths with its newly born offspring,mega sized mouse families ran past dungeons buried deep in the ground. I perched myself on the slippery mud bank of the jungle river,Levering long fishing rods in the tranquil water,Scooping out frequently, a cluster of small sized fish,As the stars glittered in the open blue sky,Crystal ball of the moon luminated large above my head,Rudimentary scent of earth tickled my nostril,Mesmerizing tunes of the peacock drifted in hollow eardrum,The stillness of water pierced unexplored zones in my heart,I then lit a crackling fire of quality wood and dead leaf,Roasted the silver fish in amber flames leaping high,Slept like an innocent angel all summer night,Relishing tender bones of my personally prepared appetizing fish. Nikhil Parekh


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 evenin 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 footprintafter majestically traversing on soil; was not one of God's infinite disciples; butGod himself. He whom you could magnificently create is not God,And he who exists in an incomprehensibly fathomless myriad of forms; was notone 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 ofthe 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 unbelievablyextraordinary; 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 littlefinger; 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 evenbefore this earth was created; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but Godhimself. He whom you can admire is not God,And he who was bestowing an everlasting labyrinth of beauty every unfurlingsecond; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.


He whom you can wholeheartedly cry for is not God,And he who was incessantly replacing tears of all mankind with omnipresentsmiles; 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 ofGod'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 holytomorrow even before the world had begun; was not one of God's infinitedisciples; 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 essenceof 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 ofGod'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 darkenedcranny of trembling soil; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself. Nikhil Parekh


Greatest Love The Power of Black - Poems on Humanity, Social Cause, Poverty, Womenempowerment - 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 unsurpassableHappiness to the lives of all those; unfortunately divested of mesmerizingfortunes; tragically lambasted by strokes of uncouth destiny from all sides, The Greatest Victory on this Universe was in; bringing unassailable Victory to thelives of all those; miserably slithering without their loved ones; despicablysinking deeper and deeper into the graveyard at every step; for ostensibly nofault of theirs, The Greatest Enlightenment on this Universe was in; bringing spell bindingEnlightenment to the lives of all those; ignominiously oppressed and ostracizedby every quarter of the acrimoniously tyrannical society; lugubriously swooningwith every unfurling instant of time, The Greatest Empathy on this Universe was in; bringing bountiful Empathy to thelives of all those; diabolically marauding the silken fabric of immaculateatmosphere; unrelentingly staring ahead with savagely untamed hatred in theireyes, The Greatest Melody on this Universe was in; bringing enchanting Melody to thelives of all those; wailing a billion tears of monotony a minute; obnoxiouslybesieged in the marketplace of bizarrely horrendous manipulation and malice, The Greatest Euphoria on this Universe was in; bringing unconquerable Euphoriato the lives of all those; preposterously decimated by even the most evanescenttrace of passing breeze, The Greatest Benevolence on this Universe was in; bringing altruisticBenevolence to the lives of all those; maniacally incarcerated in dungeons ofinsane bloodshed and criminal malevolence, The Greatest Optimism on this Universe was in; bringing unprecedentedOptimism to the lives of all those; disparagingly crippling towards the aisles ofinexplicably gruesome nothingness,


The Greatest Strength on this Universe was in; bringing invincible Strength to thelives of all those; being brutally tortured every unfurling second of their lives; bythe hands of the mercilessly whipping devil, The Greatest Wealth on this Universe was in; bringing endless Wealth to the livesof all those innocent messengers of the Almighty Lord; derogatorilysurviving in the horrifically stinking gutter lines, The Greatest Compassion on this Universe was in; bringing eternal Compassionto 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 tothe lives of all those; opprobriously underprivileged molecules of the LordDivine; for whom life was nothing but a corpse of remorsefully penalizingdarkness, The Greatest Humanity on this Universe was in; bringing unshakable Humanity tothe lives of all those; maliciously adulterated and bereft of the divine; satanicallysucking blood from even the most astoundingly similar of their kind, The Greatest Penance on this Universe was in; bringing everlasting Penance tothe 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 tothe lives of all those; heinously infiltrated in the webs of spuriously raunchycommercialism; surreptitiously waiting each moment to wring their comradesneck, The Greatest Truth on this Universe was in; bringing irrefutable Truth to the livesof all those; sordidly fretting and fuming in the dungeons of dastardlydepraving lies; ghastily castigating even the most majestic elements of God'screation; with the foul spit in their mouths, The Greatest Fantasy on this Universe was in; bringing tantalizing Fantasy to thelives of all those; lividly cursing each resplendently Omnipotent aspect of theirpersona; abusing existence in terminologies more condemnable than what thedevil could ever conceive, The Greatest Purpose on this Universe was in; bringing gloriously symbiotic


Purpose to the lives of all those; deliberately pulverizing each instant of theirmiraculously Omniscient life; with the swords of baselessly meaningless religion, And the Greatest Love on this Universe was in; bringing immortal love to thelives of all those; frigidly wanting to embrace gory death; with a heartall right but sadly without the most diminutive of beats. Nikhil Parekh


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 collectionis a delectable blend of topics from love to death, probing into countlessinfinitesimal aspects of existence which make a significant impact to it. Thebeauty of this compendium lies in its magical brevity at places and in the mostmundane things of life around us brought to the fore like a magicians wand, inbrilliant poetic flair by Parekh. Contains poems on topics impossible for one toenvisage that a poem could be written about such an inconspicuous little thing-but Parekh evolves bountiful rhyme from the word go and coalesces vivaciouscolor in the little tid-bits of the chapter called life to optimum effect. A must readfor all those who find color, charm and significance in even the smallest things oflife and are enthused by even the most mercurial bit of stray paper loiteringaround. A poetic tribute to the ordinary, projecting its colorful extraordinary bitto the planet with raw panache. This book tingles every living being's imagination to fantasize beyond theordinary. Look at all those meaningful tid-bits around us which have a completebook written in each one of them. All those joyous and unfortunate anecdotesaround us which make us blossom into the true spirit of existence; into theamazing 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 mentalimagery. 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,


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 ofmy 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 compartmentsof my mind. Nikhil Parekh


Holy Marriage You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 3 (170 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B011JALK8U. A Poem from my above described Book - Every thunderstorm in the sky; was accompanied by pelting rain, Every festival celebrated on earth; was accompanied with loads of vibrantcolor, Every bird flapping its wings in the atmosphere; was accompanied by revitalizingdraughts of free air, Every wave clashing against the rocks; was accompanied by gallons of silkenfroth, Every irritation in the intricate eye; was accompanied by a disdainful rednessenveloping its crystalline white, Every tiger transgressing through jungle territory; was accompanied by histhunderous growl, Every entity walking through the land in light; was accompanied by its lankyshadow, Every delicious meal devoured with relish; was accompanied by a discordantburp, Every midnight after a hectic days work; was accompanied by an everlastingyawn, Every slab of ice placed on a granary of sand; was accompanied by sweating ofwater, Every watch adorned smartly on the wrists; was accompanied by the ticking ofits slender needles, Every jewel embellished on the ring; was accompanied by magnificent shine,


Every camel gallivanting languidly through the deserts; was accompanied by itsobnoxious yet delectable hunch, Every stream placidly situated amidst the mountains; was accompanied by a fewripples, Every car sky rocketing into daylight; was accompanied by the whirring noise ofits tiers, Every spurt of wholehearted laughter; was accompanied by gregarious smiles, Every altercation; hurling of contemptuous abuse; was accompanied by hostilewar, Every spell of rain in blistering sunlight; was accompanied by the opalescentrainbow, Every flame of blazing fire; was accompanied by inconspicuous wisps of frigidsmoke, Every mother inhabiting the surface of this globe; was accompanied by herdarling children, Every GOD residing in Heaven; was accompanied by omnipotent power, And every anecdote of true love; unprecedented desire for each other; wasaccompanied by 'HOLY MARRIAGE'. Nikhil Parekh


How Would You Choose To Welcome God On Diwali? With the footprints of brotherhood that you left when you embraced one and all-OR With venomous bellows of nonchalant smoke which diabolically tarnished hispristine atmosphere? With the song of peace that you hummed from the innermost realms of ourheart-OR With inexplicable misery that you inflicted upon boundless with thehideous 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 withthe angst to kill ostensibly radiating from your bloodshot eyes? With the ardor in your breath to exist in a perfect symbiosis with your fellowhuman being and the environment-OR With umpteen number of your sleazybedlam bulbs that you stuck to innocent trees to torture their body-on spuriouspretext of illuminating the air around? With a fresh dawn of creativity in your veins to evolve tomorrows of new-foundhope-OR With garishly parasitic rolling fire-balls which caused many a car andinnocuous 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 thoserendered roofless- OR With spitting incoherent abuses on his pricelessenvironment 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 aura-OR With mercilessly beheading trees left; right and center; in order to pave aclear way to welcome spurious dignitaries who wanted bangs and smoke? With the sacred vow of eternal companionship you took for every of his createdliving beings-OR With simmering vindication in your soul as you torched thevirgin sands of time with worthless sparklers swaying insidiously in your palms? With due obeisance in your eyes for his unshakably Omnipotent fragrance-ORWith innumerable holes that you'd dug in the belly of his earth; just in order to


erect your shops selling bombs and explosives of the most denigrating degree? With the oneness of his creation proudly sparkling from every inch of yourpersona-OR With every of your valiant bone sadistically succumbing to thecommands of the devil-who simply couldn't wait for you to ignite hisamorphously deafening bomb? With resolving to make the mantra of 'live and let live' the rhythm of your life-ORWith 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 yourblood-stained throne? With being a harbinger of peace to unite every bereaved soul into a valley oflove-OR With indulging into vandalism of the highest order; as you bangedexplosive shells into breathing grass to release the inexplicable frustration ofyour fists? 2. HOW WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO WELCOME GOD ON DIWALI? With simple 'diyas (lamps) ' of love; compassion; truth in your homes and allacross your heart- OR With dousing the entire harmless street with petrol andthen lighting the matchstick to witness it disintegrate into bits of worthlessnothingness and flames? With a scepter of righteousness in your chest and unflinching stride whichshunted all lies- OR With a manipulatively farcical bunch of friends who laughedtill death as they viewed millions of bombs produce a diabolical crackle in theheavenly night? With a mission to conserve and nourish his unbridled environment withyour very own breath and till your death- OR With shooing every helpless birdand animal on the streets as you struck them with misery after misery ofdemonic smoke and ear-shattering sound? With a pledge to follow the Religion of Humanity; the only religion he guided youto follow; till the time you existed-OR With dead human bodies and corpses onyour shoulders-which you hadn't deliberately killed; but were a victim of yourriotously carefree fire-cracker splurge? With kneeling down to his Omniscient holy spirit and asking for forgiveness for


every of your erroneously human misdeed-OR With devastating every bit of hissacrosanct earth with rancid fire-only to show to the world the multiple varietiesof 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'veall been blessed with a conscience; heart; soul and spirit to immortally love; bythe 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 decisionthis time and everytime; as we gear up to celebrate a very happy Diwali andprosperous New Year. Nikhil Parekh


I Promise You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 16 (96 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B013I2E8J0. Poetry from my above mentioned Book - Embrace me like I've forever wanted to embrace every pore of your sensuouslypoignant silhouette; and I promise I'll embrace you till times beyond infiniteinfinity; embrace you even more than ever before, Nibble me like I've forever wanted to nibble the pungently robust outlines of yourradiantly rubicund ears; and I promise I'll nibble you till times beyond infiniteinfinity; nibble you even more than ever before, Kiss me like I've forever wanted to kiss every swirl of untamed passion on yourinsuperably scarlet lips; and I promise I'll kiss you till times beyond infiniteinfinity; 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 evenmore than ever before, Tantalize me like I've forever wanted to tantalize the redolently cavorting goose-bumps on your skin; and I promise I'll tantalize you till times beyond infiniteinfinity; tantalize you even more than ever before, Encircle me like I've forever wanted to sacredly encircle every benign goodnessthat drifted from your altruistic soul; and I promise I'll encircle you till timesbeyond infinite infinity; encircle you even more than ever before, Enchant me like I've forever wanted to enchant every pathway that you treadin the tenure of your convivially symbiotic life; and I promise I'll enchant you tilltimes beyond infinite infinity; enchant you even more than ever before, Enlighten me like I've forever wanted to enlighten even the most infinitesimallydolorous aspect of your blessed existence; and I promise I'll enlighten you tilltimes beyond infinite infinity; enlighten you even more than ever before, Date me like I've forever wanted to date even the most diminutive element ofyour majestically heavenly form; and I promise I'll date you till times beyond


infinite infinity; date you even more than ever before, Bewitch me like I've forever wanted to bewitch each of your centripetally shysenses; and I promise I'll bewilder you till times beyond infinite infinity; bewilderyou even more than ever before, Spell bind me like I've forever wanted to spell bind even the tiniest of vivacioushair extruding from your regally virgin skin; and I promise I'll spell bind you tilltimes beyond infinite infinity; spell bind you even more than ever before, Fantasize me like I've forever wanted to fantasize every shade of your royalexistence in a boundless myriad of forms and shapes; and I promise I'll fantasizeyou till times beyond infinite infinity; fantasize you even more than ever before, Preach me like I've forever wanted to preach every unwittingly dwindling nerveof your sporadically jittery persona; and I promise I'll preach you till timesbeyond infinite infinity; preach you even more than ever before, Suckle me like I've forever wanted to suckle in your everlastingly unassailablewarmth; and I promise I'll suckle you till times beyond infinite infinity; suckleyou even more than ever before, Accompany me like I've forever wanted to accompany you as your undauntedcomrade in whatever direction you choose to adventure; and I promise I'llaccompany you till times beyond infinite infinity; accompany you even more thanever before, Stare me like I've forever wanted to stare at the unlimitedly panoramic andprofoundly humanitarian depth in your innocuous eyes; and I promise I'll stareyou 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 youraccomplishment; and I promise I'll pat you till times beyond infinite infinity; patyou even more than ever before, Sketch me like I've forever wanted to sketch every fragrant rendezvous withyour Omnipotently endowed grace; and I promise I'll sketch you till times beyondinfinite infinity; sketch you even more than ever before, Breathe me like I've forever wanted to breathe every ubiquitously philanthropicgoodness that emanated from your eternally resplendent creation; and I promiseI'll breathe you till times beyond infinite infinity; breathe you even more than


ever before, But Love me OR don't Love me like I've forever and ever and ever andunconquerably loved you; and I still promise to love you till times beyond infiniteinfinity; irrespective of your unjustifiable abhorrence for me;love you even more than ever before. Nikhil Parekh


I Resided You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 13 (143 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B013CQYE1O. a Poem from my above described Book - I didn't miss your majestic eyes the slightest; didn't even think an inconspicuoustrifle about their voluptuous charm,I resided in their grandiloquent glory instead; floating in their poignant passionsince centuries immemorial. I didn't miss your seductive lips the slightest; didn't even think an inconspicuoustrifle about their passionately rubicund mellow,I resided in their enigmatic smiles instead; compassionately caressing theirperiphery every unfurling minute of the day. I didn't miss your ravishing hair the slightest; didn't even think an inconspicuoustrifle about their silken glory,I resided in their trail of incomprehensible fascination instead; blossoming intoexuberant newness as you swished them towards the flaming Sun. I didn't miss your enchanting skin the slightest; didn't even think aninconspicuous trifle about its mesmerizing beauty,I resided in its brilliantly ebullient streaks instead; getting tickled like aninnocuous fairy each time you traced it with your nails. I didn't miss your emphatic memory the slightest; didn't even think aninconspicuous trifle about your incredulously charismatic presence; whichcaptivated even the God's,I resided in your island of exotic dreams instead; invincibly conquering everybarricade on this planet; each time you tossed like a freshly married bride; onthe golden mattress. I didn't miss your mystical shadow the slightest; didn't even think aninconspicuous trifle about its profound shimmering,I resided in its satiny movement instead; dreaming beyond the ultimate paradisecreated 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 aninconspicuous trifle about their magnetic touch,


I resided in their labyrinth of profusely enamoring lines instead; unflinchinglypropelling forward as each chapter of your destiny; fabulously unleashed. I didn't miss your ingratiatingly benevolent voice the slightest; didn't even thinkan inconspicuous trifle about its cadence which soared like an untamedseductress towards the cocoon of blue clouds,I resided in its oligarchic origin instead; fulminating like a whirlwind of freshemotions; each instance you opened your divinely mouth.I didn't miss your philanthropically throbbing heart the slightest; didn't eventhink an inconspicuous trifle about the melodious rhythm it intransigently obeyedall day and night,I resided in its unrelentingly poignant volley of beats instead; basking in thecavern of immortal love; for infinite more births of mine. And I didn't miss your stupendously fascinating life the slightest; didn't eventhink an inconspicuous trifle about the valley of extraordinary adventure itplunged into every unfurling moment; bestowed upon it by the Almighty Lord,I resided in its gloriously triumphant set of breaths; traversing incessantlythrough the innermost corner of your chest and soul; till the time you lived thislife; and took birth for countless more lives to come. Nikhil Parekh


I Spoke Allah a Poem from my Book - ' 1 God - Poems on God, Creator - volume 3 (170 pages) '; which you can readat -amazon.com/dp/B013SKW2QI. POETRY - I SPOKE ALLAH I spoke a blatantly incorrigible NO; when the unconventional societymanipulatively cajoled me to leave my poetry and do an obnoxiously mundaneofficejob instead, I spoke a congenial PLEASE; when I wanted to be wholesomely with my beloved;wanted to uninhibitedly admire her and infact she wanted to mélange with theglittering 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 tossingwildly in my hands, I spoke an audaciously domineering EXCUSE ME; when I was being irasciblypoked in the cumbersomely long queue; and each time I as I felt my number hadfinally arrived at the ticket counter; somebody else barged in forcibly; disruptingall my fun, I spoke a compassionate THANK YOU; when the things I insatiably desired; weredelivered at lightening speeds on my feathered doorstep, I spoke an inevitable YES; when the girl of my dreams; the divinely charisma ofmy perceptions; invited me to embark on a shopping spree of the contemporarilyfabulous city, I spoke a supremely cordial HELLO; when I met a person for the first time in mylife; didn't know the slightest as regards his uncanny persona, I spoke an inadvertently embarrassing IDIOT; when the imbecile donkeystanding in the middle of the street; intractably refused to budge an inch to the


side; no matter how stringently I blew the horn of my monstrous automobile, I spoke an overwhelmingly agitated STOP; when the battalion of sordidmosquitoes hovering around my ear; unrelentingly buzzed a flurry of pertinentlydiscordant tunes, I spoke an ebulliently exhilarated RUN; when my friend was just about tocommence the race; the bellicose pistol shots punctured still carpets ofair 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 thesolitary streets; that is after she winked at me with a tantalizingly playful nod ofher head, I spoke a timidly submissive PARDON ME; when I couldn't catch theindispensable words which the professor blurted; the very sentences which couldsurely arrive in the next day's deplorable exam paper, I spoke a tumultuously volatile I LOVE YOU; when the only girl I loved; thequeen of my hearts seemed to be drifting far away from me into a land of alienparadise, I spoke a thunderously loud SHUT UP; when a cheeky intruder kept interruptingmy conversation; disturbed my astronomical bouts of concentration; when I wasblissfully communicating with my Omniscient Creator, I spoke an infuriatingly abashing RASCAL; when the men I had stationed toguard my mother from perilously lurking evil; were found dreamily dozing in thepeakof brilliant afternoon; with a basket of peeled banana skins loitered sloppilyaround their feet, I spoke a tearfully dolorous BYE; when my beloved was going for a few days toher maternal home; and an ocean of agony oozed out poignantly frommy heart and eye, I spoke a convivially eloquent BON APPETITE; when I sat with my friend firnocturnal dinner; with an appetizing fleet of sumptuous delicacies lying rightbefore me; sizzling ravishingly into my eyes,


I said an inexorably euphoric ENJOY; when I saw the impetuously flamboyantyoungster dancing rampantly on the dance floor; swishing his body in nimbleharmony with the seductive moonlight, I said an unprecedentedly formal NICE TO MEET YOU; when my brief discoursewith the Minister ended; and I had manipulatively extracted from his mouth theexact string of words I had actually dreamt of, And I spoke a mystically Omnipotent ALLAH; every morning as I jolted off fromheavenly 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 inlife; when life seemed to be a gruesomely unfathomable turmoil. Nikhil Parekh


I Wanted To Breathe, Sleep, Eat With Your Name You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 7 (176 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B012FEI0GY. A Poem from my above described Book - I wanted to breathe your name each time I exhaled out air; impregnating theatmosphere 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 ofbeing blissfully omnipresent,Making me thoroughly oblivious to the tyranny of the world; the ghastlyincidences unleashing themselves on the crowded street. I wanted to hear your name each time sound drifted into my ears; transformingall other noise into your splendor,Making your voice my song for the brilliant morning as well as my rhyme for thefreezing night. I wanted to recite your name each time I opened my lips; circumventing my facewith an inevitable smile,Imparting rubicund color to the corners of my cheek; and an enchanting glow tothe fortress of my teeth. I wanted to imprison your name each time I clenched my fists; keeping it foreverlocked in my embrace,Shielding it wholesomely from nefarious looks of the world; the lechery of savagesouls existing on this globe. I wanted to digest your name each time I consumed food; enabling me to keepyou in proximity with my intestines,Eventually becoming an indispensable constituent of my blood; circulatingrambunctiously through my veins. I wanted to envisage your name each time I felt like dreaming; profoundlyincorporating my mind with your mesmerizing images,Catapulting me to unprecedented territories of paradise; the very instant Iwanted too.


I wanted to incarcerate your name on my tongue each time I felt thirsty; tosatiate the burning chords bouncing in my throat,Celestially pacifying my desires; leading me to holistic pathways of spiritualhealing. I wanted to write your name in grandiloquent bold letters each time my fingersitched 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 unperturbedas god in the ominous night. Nikhil Parekh


If Only I Could Win Every Heart You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 14 (136 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B013F5W8BK. Poetry from my Book as above mentioned - I hadn't the most infinitesimal of desire to conquer the planet with the power ofsacrilegious wealth; but if only I could win every symbiotically throbbing heart onthis fathomless Universe with the balm of immortal love; then I'd consider eachelement of my signature to be perpetually blessed. I hadn't the most ephemeral of desire to conquer the planet with the power ofsatanic wealth; but if only I could win every blissfully throbbing heart on thisboundless Universe with the rainbow of immortal love; then I'd consider each ofmy footsteps; to be perpetually blessed. I hadn't the most infidel of desire to conquer the planet with the power ofdiabolical wealth; but if only I could win every celestially throbbing heart on thisgigantic Universe with the sky of immortal love; then I'd consider each word thatI uttered; to be perpetually blessed. I hadn't the most evanescent of desire to conquer the planet with the power oftreacherous wealth; but if only I could win every bountifully throbbing heart onthis colossal Universe with the meadow of immortal love; then I'd consider eachblooddrop of mine; to be perpetually blessed. I hadn't the most fugitive of desire to conquer the planet with the power ofincarcerating wealth; but if only I could win every effulgently throbbing heart onthis interminable Universe with the tree of immortal love; then I'd consider eachsmile that I diffused; to be perpetually blessed. I hadn't the most insouciant of desire to conquer the planet with the power ofmarauding wealth; but if only I could win every harmoniously throbbing heart onthisendless Universe with the rainshowers of immortal love; then I'd consider eachglobule of my sweat; to be perpetually blessed. I hadn't the most obsolete of desire to conquer the planet with the power ofindiscriminate wealth; but if only I could win every jubilantly throbbing heart onthis unceasing Universe with the seeds of immortal love; then I'd consider each


reflection of mine; to be perpetually blessed. I hadn't the most disappearing of desire to conquer the planet with the power ofcold-blooded wealth; but if only I could win every beautifully throbbing hearton this limitless Universe with the lanterns of immortal love; then I'd considereach 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 ofwanton wealth; but if only I could win every humanitarianly throbbing heart onthisunbelievable Universe with the flames of immortal love; then I'd consider eachfantasy of mine; to be perpetually blessed. I hadn't the most receding of desire to conquer the planet with the power oftawdry wealth; but if only I could win every victoriously throbbing heart on thisunbridled Universe with the bonds of immortal love; then I'd consider eachnimble bone of my mine; to be perpetually blessed. I hadn't the most dormant of desire to conquer the planet with the power of non-existent wealth; but if only I could win every passionately throbbing heart onthis unfettered Universe with the winds of immortal love; then I'd consider eachpathway that I traversed; to be perpetually blessed. I hadn't the most decrepit of desire to conquer the planet with the power ofvindictive wealth; but if only I could win every poignantly throbbing heart onthis synergistic Universe with the sea of immortal love; then I'd consider eachsound that I heard; to be perpetually blessed. I hadn't the most remotest of desire to conquer the planet with the power ofdevilish wealth; but if only I could win every wonderfully throbbing heart on thisfathomless Universe with the atmosphere of immortal love; then I'd considereach patch of flesh; to be perpetually blessed. I hadn't the most obfuscated of desire to conquer the planet with the power ofremorseful wealth; but if only I could win every fantastically throbbing hearton this effervescent Universe with the mist of immortal love; then I'd considereach mission of mine; to be perpetually blessed. I hadn't the most evaporating of desire to conquer the planet with the power ofwretched wealth; but if only I could win every benevolently throbbing heart onthisundefeated Universe with the wand of immortal love; then I'd consider each line


of my destiny; to be perpetually blessed. I hadn't the most mercurial of desire to conquer the planet with the power ofsinful 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 eachpore of my skin; to be perpetually blessed. I hadn't the most crumbling of desire to conquer the planet with the power ofsadistic wealth; but if only I could win every bounteously untainted heart on thismesmerizing Universe with the epitomes of immortal love; then I'd consider eachdormitory of my soul; to be perpetually blessed. I hadn't the most extinguishing of desire to conquer the planet with the power ofmurderous wealth; but if only I could win every fantastically unhindered hearton this astounding Universe with the apogees of Immortal love; then I'd considereach of my breath; to be perpetually blessed. And I hadn't the most teeniest of desire to conquer the planet with the power ofbawdy wealth; but if only I could win every spell-bindingly liberated heart onthis panoramic Universe with the paradise of immortal love; then I'd considereach beat of my impoverished chest; to be perpetually blessed. Nikhil Parekh


If You Cut A Tree; You Cut Your Own Mother - PoemsOn Environment, Wildlife, Mother Nature, GlobalWarming A 297 pages Poetry Book. BOOK DESCRIPTION This compilation of natural poems is a tribute to infinite elements of MotherNature in its most glorious form. Each poetic stanza brings out the eternal beautyof the ‘Natural Habitat' and proves time and again, that wildlife and nature arethe two most quintessential parts of Gods celestial earth. The more Mandevastates his own environment to quench his cannibalistic desire, the more hetreads on the path to ultimate ruination. Be it an inconspicuousmosquito/leaf/seed or a gigantic human form/tree- by killing either you'recommitting the greatest sin, because for the Creator every form of life-whethertiny or Herculean is pricelessly equal. One effusively brilliant poem after another,Parekh creates awareness in our burgeoning youth to conserve and protectuntamed Environment/Wildlife. The poet exhorts everyone to be blessed withevery richness of this planet by letting Nature and Wildlife spawn, just the way itdid when the Lord had created this earth millions of years ago. This book aims at disseminating the message of environment and wildlifeconservation in each of its verse which are interwoven with the splendor andsparkle of God's bountiful chapters of creation. Whilst unceasingly describing thenaturally panoramic beauty of this Universe-the poems within urge the innocentchild in each one of us to come forward, help save the environment. And at thesame time be a princely slave of its wonderfully ravishing fragrance, whichmakes you realize our true mission and roots in life. To Find above described Book visit webpage - amazon.com/dp/B011363VUA. A Poem From the Book IT WAS SOON GOING TO RAIN The squirrels suddenly commenced to boisterously gallivant through thebranches; jubilantly diffusing into a festoon of uninhibitedly ecstatic sounds, The rivers suddenly increased their pace a trifle; ardently clashing against the


resplendently glittering rocks that confronted them in their way, The roses suddenly came back to vibrant life after the sullen day; triumphantlyradiating 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 bindingcolor and grace, O! Yes; your guess was as good as anybody else's on this gargantuan planet; thetruculent tyranny of heat was soon about to disappear into the aisles ofnothingness; it was soon going to thunderously rain. 1. The sparrows suddenly started to ebulliently whistle; euphorically deluging everycranny of this fathomless atmosphere with an everlasting entrenchment offantastically enamoring sounds, The kangaroos suddenly sprinted in air like never before; ecstatically racingthrough the unfathomably timeless wilderness; with the astronomicallyindefatigable 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 ofdivinely 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 compassionateand everlasting empathy, O! Yes; your guess was as good as anybody else's on this boundless planet; thesalacious whiplash of acrimonious heat was soon about to wholesomelyabnegate; it was soon going to indefatigably rain. 2. The lions suddenly pumped their fur an extravagant trifle; victoriously paradingthrough the insatiably untamed outgrowths of; euphoric scarlet and green, The bells in the sacrosanct temple suddenly started to incessantly ring; casting aspell of impregnably mystical incantation; upon every religion; caste; and alike;


heavenly alike, The shadows suddenly started to mischievously flirt with the vividly life-yieldingground; merrily jingling even as the serene tranquility of dusk was aoverwhelmingly far-fetched cry, And an unconquerable cistern of enchantingly vibrant clouds suddenlyperpetuated the sky from all sides; irrevocably crowning it as a royal prince of alltimes, O! Yes; your guess was as good as anybody else's on this endless planet; allsatanically impeding sweat was soon about to evaporate till times beyond infiniteinfinity; 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 infinitesimallydeadened particle in the lugubrious atmosphere, The bees suddenly started to melodiously sing and dance; Omniscientlyreplenishing many a traumatically agonizing heart; with a mountain ofincomprehensibly unending sweetness, The snakes suddenly forgot to horrifically bite; sensuously intermingling for timesimmemorial; with the last rays of the setting Sun, And a panoramically exotic canvas of enigmatic clouds suddenly enshrouded theHerculean sky; impregnably clinging to it like the ultimate seductress of itsimpoverished life, O! Yes; your guess was as good as anybody else's on this timeless planet; themercilessly decimating battlefield of belligerent heat was soon about to crumblelike a pack of cards; it was soon going toperpetually rain. Nikhil Parekh


Inevitable Death Life = Death - volume 7 - Poems on Life, Death (169 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B014S1FR2M. a Poem from my above described Book - Every day I polished my teeth with scintillating toothpaste; scrupulouslyscrapping even the most minuscule chunk of dirt trapped in the interiors within, Every day I washed my body tenaciously with raw soap; intricately extractingeven the most infinitesimal particle of dandruff from my scalp, Every day I trimmed my nails; judiciously seeing to it that they didn't protrudeeven a trifle more than necessary, Every day I placed my soggy shoes in blistering sunlight; in order to fumigateeven the last ounce of fungus disdainfully adhering incorrigibly to my shoes, Every day I ironed my clothes with a steaming iron; profoundly ensuring thatevery single little cringe metamorphosed itself into handsome neat folds, Every day I applied tons of redolent powder on my skin; spraying every crannyof my armpits with rejuvenating fountains of pungent scent, Every day I massaged soothing sandalwood paste on my cheeks; in order toimpart my fatigued complexion with that immortal shine and bountiful glow, Every day I wore expensive designer shirts; with an array of stunningly gaudydesigns embossed within; making me the darling of all teenage girls, Every day I consumed several bottles of sparkling spring water; to pacify theunrelenting fires smoldering violently in my scorched throat, Every day I drove in a new car; letting its swanky interiors and Herculean speedflamboyantly ignite the dormant adventurer in my persona, Every day I visited a myriad of valleys and royal palace; with a festoon ofglittering images taking complete control of my fading imagination, Every day I conversed with the most mesmerizing of fairies every existing in this


Universe; let the enchantment in their eyes drown me into a valley of perpetualbliss, Every day I suckled boundless cans of succulent food and ravishing beer; gulpedand chewed indefatigably to my ultimate heart's content, Every day I philandered in rustic cowboy boots through sprawling territories ofthe meadow; chasing the sheep and peacocks; blending myself profusely withthe natural environment,Every day I sighted my reflection in the most fascinating of glass on the globe forhours immemorial; sipped delectable streams of honey and herbal tea; seatedwithin 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 prominentministers, Every day I listened to the most enigmatic of tunes floating passionately on thisplanet, relishing the mystical froth of the waterfalls cascading through my curledeyelashes, Every day I gobbled down a battalion of robust vitamins; to fortify and replenishmy body against dirt and inexplicable disease, Every day I donated millions of currency coins amongst all those who badlyneeded it; dispensed the colossal treasury of my wealth with gay abandon andaccording to my own will, Every day I basked in the aisles of unprecedented desire; possessing everyintangible object I laid my eyes upon; with the unfathomable power of mywealth, And yet one day; I found myself buried gruesomely under the morbid corpse;with all my so called ostentation and pretention; now thoroughly blended withsmall 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 bombasticlife; had now snatched me away within fractions of seconds along with my entiremountain of so called wealth and fame.


Nikhil Parekh


Just Marrying Her You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 5 (165 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B0121BBY82. A Poem from my above described Book - Just touching her skin; doesn't mean that you were brutally forcing her, Just winking at her doesn't mean; that you were perpetually proposing her, Just playing with her voluptuous hair; doesn't mean that you compassionatelycared about her, Just staring into her rubicund eyes; doesn't mean that you understood every iotaof her pain, Just sitting beside her enchanting grace; doesn't mean that you audaciouslyshouldered all her miseries in life, Just tightly clasping her dainty palms; doesn't mean that you understood whatshe actually desired from life, Just mischievously pinching her skin; doesn't mean that you were making herfeel like an immaculate child, Just taking her out in your swanky car; doesn't mean that you were pacifyingevery need of her existence, Just inscribing her name with a knife on your chest; doesn't mean you were morepassionate about her; than the angels in the sky, Just uttering her name umpteenth number of times in a minute; doesn't meanthat you made her every dream manifest into a reality, Just traversing behind her like a shadow; doesn't mean that you could read whatwas incessantly going on in her heavenly mind, Just philandering with her on the romantic mountains; doesn't mean that youwere the greatest lover born on this earth,


Just gifting her with some conventionally sleek contraptions; doesn't mean thatyou had veritably stolen her heart forever, Just pacing around her seductive countenance; engulfed by a river of nervoussweat; doesn't mean that you could wholesomely commiserate with herproliferating sorrow, Just wishing her the earliest on her birthday; doesn't mean that you topped herlist of boundless admirers,Just wholesomely applauding her melodiously captivating voice; doesn't meanthat you comprehended the agony besieging her soul, Just frequenting her dwelling insurmountable number of times in the day; doesn'tmean that you were the closest to her; till the time she breathed, Just emulating her every impeccable action; doesn't mean that you were hergreatest connoisseur, And just marrying her in the most grandiloquent fashion on this earth; doesn'tmean that you really loved her; had made her yours for times even beyond;what you could contemplate. Nikhil Parekh


Life = Death Life = Death - volume 1 - Poems on Life, Death (172 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B003XVYJ8W. a Poem from my above described Book - Smell each rose that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if therewasn't going to be another rose ever to be born as pristine; and then feel theunconquerably true fragrance descend perpetually down your senses, Clamber each mountain that you encountered in your life in such a way; as ifthere wasn't going to be another mountain ever to be born as enchanting; andthen feel the insuperably unflinching spirit of true adventure catapult you beyondthe land of eternal paradise, Overtake each impediment that you encountered in your life in such a way; as ifthere wasn't going to be another impediment ever to be born as perilouslydemonic; and then feel the unparalleled waves of true satisfaction celestiallydescend down your innocuous conscience, Admire each seawave that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if therewasn'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 therewasn't going to be another wind ever to be born as effulgently vivacious; andthen feel unfathomable gorges of sensuously true exhilaration; impregnablyenshroud you from all sides, Flirt each nubile maiden that you encountered in your life in such a way; as ifthere wasn't going to be another maiden ever to be born as tantalizinglyinexplicable; and then feel the triumphantly true beads of voluptuous sweat;forever glisten on yourblessed flesh, Praise each humanitarian that you encountered in your life in such a way; as ifthere wasn't going to be another humanitarian ever to be born as symbioticallyiridescent; and then feel the spirit of peerlessly true camaraderie unassailablywrap you in the cradle of everlasting togetherness,


Eat each salubrious fruit that you encountered in your life in such a way; as ifthere 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 yourholisticstomach; as you slept, Stare each star that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn'tgoing to be another start ever to be born as spectacularly opalescent; andthe feel truly optimistic enlightenment profoundly cheer up your every drearynight, Dance with each peacock that you encountered in your life in such a way; as ifthere 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 theobliviously vacant canvas of your despairing life, Sing each rhythm that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if therewasn'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 yourevery step, Emulate each child that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if therewasn't going to be another child ever to be born as impeccably unhindered; andthen feel the true virtue of irrefutably unconquerable honesty; perpetuate everycranny ofyour miserably dying demeanor, Dream each night that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if therewasn't going to be another night ever to be born as wonderfully inebriating; andthen feel the true cisterns of rapturously silken titillation; endlessly drift youtowards paradise, Chase each desire that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if therewasn't going to be another desire ever to be born as philanthropically fructifying;and then feel even the most infinitesimally disappearing ingredient of yourwastrel blood; suddenly and truly wanting to live, Embrace each religion that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if therewasn't going to be another religion ever to be born as blissfully bonding; andthen feel the greatest of God's bestow you for your truly unrestrictedhumanitarian swirl,


Embellish each moment that you encountered in you life in such a way; as ifthere wasn't going to be another moment ever to be born as synergisticallyuntainted;and then feel the wings of perennial liberation truly kissing the tyrannicallymonotonous fangs of your existence, Inhale each breath that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if therewasn't going to be another breath ever to be born as poignantly Omnipotent; andthen feel the oceans of unceasingly majestic artistry truly exude from every poreof your shriveled persona, Love each heartbeat that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if therewasn't going to be another heartbeat ever to be born as immortally passionate;and then feel like the most pricelessly blessed and truly procreating organismalive; for an infinite more lifetimes, And lead each day that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if therewasn't going to be another day ever to be born as fragrantly unfettered; andthen feel the pain of veritably snatching death; anytime; anywhere; wonderfullyequivalent to the chapter of royally burgeoning life. Nikhil Parekh


Life = Death - Poems On Life, Death volume 1 to 10 (1200 pages) BOOK DESCRIPTION This enigmatic collection of poems explores and equates the boundlesspossibilities of life and death and delves into each intricate inexplicability ofsurvival. Parekh's roving philosophical eye brings the unconquerable richness oflife 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 celebratesthe occasions of both life and death with equal panache in each poetic stanzasewn with the uncanny mysteries of this Universe. The poems within immortalizeboth life and death as the ultimate victories and the two most contrastinglyamazing and divine sides of creation. Catapulting the reader to the threshold ofultimate ecstasy; they bring about an impromptu twist with the closure of breathand what lies beyond. This charismatically woven collection of poetic verse wouldequally 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 lifeand death-and to live in both of them to the most unparalleled fullest. Embracingonly the religion of humanity, as the Lord has commanded every living being onearth. You cant die in life and cant live in death-each of these components areirrefutably equal in every respect and should be worshipped with due obeisance. To browse above described varied Books visit - amazon.com/author/nikhilparekh. A Poem From the Book DESTINED TO BE DEAD. WHEN GOD WANTS. I didn't know whether it would be flamboyantly optimistic rays of the Sun; orwhether the sky would resemble silver streaks of monsoon grey- when I'd stepout of the pitch dark coal mine, I didn't know whether it'd rain unrelentingly; or whether it'd turn out to be a dayembellished with the profoundness of ecstatic light- as I retired for sleep just afew hours before, I didn't know whether I'd meet with several uncouth barricades; or whether I'dreach the finishing line of sweet success like the flight of a royally unbridled


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-lostfriend; or a complete stranger with whom I'd have to interact from theinfinitesimal scratch so that we became best friends, I didn't know whether the waves of the ocean would serenely undulate under theopalescent Moon- or whether there would be an undivided wall of fiery watercalled ‘Tsunami' hurtling towards the crowded township- as I merrily hummedthe 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 upthe hills; or whether what would greet me would be treacherous barren slopes-with delightful rivulets of water tumbling by my side, I didn't know whether the colossal edifice would retain its poise; or come downcrumbling like a pack of frigid matchsticks; as the earthquake struck without thetiniest of insinuation and with insurmountable might, I didn't know whether the bus awkwardly wobbling through the hills; would reachthe summit with all passengers in bliss; or whether it'd skid its way head-on-down into the stillness of the devouring gorge, I didn't know whether the tantalizing plain of mud that laid infront; wouldfacilitate to reach the other end like a royal safari- or whether it'd perseveringlysuck life trying to traverse being the slippery sand, I didn't know whether the fresh bundle of life soon about to leave the womb andentire planet divine- would be an unequivocally bonding baby girl; or amischievous little darling baby boy, I didn't know whether the stranger walking abreast my window; lived in acharmed castle of glittering columns and crowns- or whether he found solaceunder 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 atgrains strewn in bountiful abundance around; or whether it'd dabble its beak justan 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


with the threads of love, I didn't know whether the bride and bride-groom who appeared so wondrouslyenlightened on solemnization of marriage- would lead a life further of unhinderedjoy; mutual bliss and respect- or whether their existence would mark a newchapter of being fraught with total discontent; dissimilarities and disparities, I didn't know whether the flamboyantly roaring lion would attack the man withsavage hostility; or would come near him to timidly lap up his palm; the sameman 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 thescintillatingly candid mirror; or whether they'd disintegrate the same intoworthless pieces with nonchalant probes of their legs and beaks, I didn't know whether the inscrutably exuberant paintings of the painter wouldreach him the epitome of mortal success and fame; or whether he'd spend a lifein lambasted reclusion and seclusion from the outside world, I didn't know whether the kite I flew from my terrace; would soar placidly as Irelished plucking at its lifeless string; or whether it'd fall with an instantaneousthud upon obdurate concrete; cut by a counterpart string which had more luckthat time, But irrespective of this or that we did not know - what I and every single one ofus living beings definitely and irrefutably know; is that every mortal life takenbirth upon the soil by God's grace- is destined to be dead when God wants. Nikhil Parekh


Life Is As Omnipotent As God Life = Death - volume 2 - Poems on Life, Death (167 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B0148XC8NG. Poetry from my Book as above mentioned - Life is as sweet as a chocolate; go and greedily crunch it, Life is as ravishing as the choppy ocean; go and swim in it, Life is as dense as the deciduous forest; go and voraciously philander in it, Life is as perspicuous as the scintillating mirror; go and sight your reflection in it, Life is as green as the sprawling grasses; go and exuberantly roll in it, Life is as impeccable as frosty cows milk; go and perseveringly gulp it, Life is as fragrant as the mesmerizing scarlet rose; go and smell it, Life is as warm as the cozy quilt; go and comfortably snuggle in it, Life is as voluptuous as brown chunks of mud; go and ebulliently plough it, Life is as vivid as the rainbow in the cosmos; go and surreptitiously perceive it, Life is as surreal as blissful heaven; go and inexorably fantasize about it, Life is as contemporary as the swanky car; go and drive it, Life is as slippery as the slimy oyster shells; go and intensely feel it, Life is as thorny as the gigantic cactus; go and prick it, Life is as poignant as green chili; go and tenaciously chew it, Life is as heavy as the mammoth boulder; go and skillfully hoist it, Life is as strong as the formidable fortress wall; go and wrestle with it,


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 init, 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 andsupremely 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


Life's A Brilliant Mixture Of It All Life = Death - volume 10 - Poems on Life, Death (98 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B0150TBO3M. Poetry from my Book as above mentioned - Is life solely about benevolently donating each passionately eclectic instant ofyours; to every tangible and intangibly hapless fragment of deteriorating livingkind? Is life solely about fervently loving someone so much; that brand new definitionsof love were immortally embedded once again in every perceivably suspendedingredient—of the invincible atmosphere? Is life solely about fantasizing beyond the realms of the ordinary; plungingdeeper and deeper each zipping second; into an unfathomable gorge ofinscrutably uncanny excitement? Is life solely about inexhaustibly admiring every single of the Omniscient Lord'sinfinite creations; transforming into the truest poet at the tiniest insinuation ofblossoming 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 enemypugnaciously staring down the whites of your eyes? Is life solely about titillating the obscurest bud of taste in your tongue; with themost inimitable cuisines directly from the lap of mother nature; for a countlesshours in a day? Is life solely about indefatigably sermonizing the ideals of symbiotically peacefulexistence; which you'd yourself imbibed in each ingredient of your blood; asyou'd unflinchingly traversed through every of its lane? Is life solely about burying your face unimaginably deep into the bosom of yoursacred mother; and then feeling the most unconquerable man alive—in the cold-blooded face of even the ghastliest of death? Is life solely about living out even the most bizarre of your whims andeccentricities to the fullest; walking on your self created cloud nine all the time;


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; toamorphously feckless chowder? Is life solely about incessantly singing hymns of beauty; perpetuating even themost robotically dilapidated cranny of the atmosphere; with the freshness ofmiraculously 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 rushtowards the ultimate summits of paradise? Is life solely about earnestly saluting each act of altruistic kindness; falling in dueobeisance only in the feet of immortal love; as it spread like a magicians wand ineach poignant heartbeat alike? Is life solely about looking forward to the optimistic rays of tomorrow; untiringlyrising everytime you hopelessly flounder into nothingness and fall; to become theeternal scent of a new dawn? Is life solely about timelessly finding your very own inimitably priceless identityamidst a pack of satanically pouncing wolves; challenging the tyrannical norms ofdestiny to chart the pathway of your own dreams? Is life solely about irrefutably saying no to even the most diminutive insinuationof dreaded lies; torching the mortuaries of lackadaisicalness forever with theOmnipresent flame of truth? Is life solely about developing relationships more insuperably thicker than thoseof the 'blood'; where the tide of humanitarian compassion and friendshipbeautifully transcended over one and all? Is life solely about reliving those impeccably golden moments of the exuberantpast; transiting back into those fresh cries of birth—where the whole world foronce became—a cradle of magnificent togetherness? No. It never was 'solely'; but life's an emphatically brilliantmixture of it all.


Nikhil Parekh


Life's A Complete Circle. Life = Death - volume 6 - Poems on Life, Death (172 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B014S0WIDO. Poetry from my Book as above mentioned - The best of the most invincibly fragrant heavens or the worst of the mostpathetically deteriorating of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; toeven think about, The best of the most bountifully Omnipotent heavens or the worst of the mostghastily impoverished of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to eventhink about, The best of the most blazingly triumphant heavens; or the worst of the mostbrutally crucifying of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even thinkabout, The best of the most beautifully iridescent heavens; or the worst of the mostsinfully pulverizing of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to eventhink about, The best of the most unbelievably ecstatic heavens; or the worst of the mostcadaverously torturous of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to eventhink about, The best of the most jubilantly blessing heavens; or the worst of the mosttraumatically slandering of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; toeven think about, The best of the most blissfully ubiquitous heavens; or the worst of the mostdisgracefully devilish of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to eventhink about, The best of the most symbiotically fructifying heavens; or the worst of the mosthedonistically massacring of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; toeven think about, The best of the most poignantly effulgent heavens; or the worst of the mostsadistically cannibalistic of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to


even think about, The best of the most Omnisciently ameliorating heavens; or the worst of themost wickedly delirious of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to eventhink about, The best of the most irrefutably righteous heavens; or the worst of the mosttyrannically lambasting of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to eventhink about, The best of the most eternally blessing heavens; or the worst of the mostcynically disparaging of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to eventhink about, The best of the most rhapsodically uninhibited heavens; or the worst of the mosttruculently disintegrating of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; toeven think about, The best of the most unassailably liberating heavens; or the worst of the mostunsparingly excoriating of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to eventhink about, The best of the most indomitably fearless heavens; or the worst of the mostabhorrently parasitic of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to eventhink about, The best of the most perpetually consecrating heavens; or the worst of the mostmeaninglessly wanton of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to eventhink about, The best of the most magically charismatic heavens; or the worst of the mostominously venomous of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to eventhink about, The best of the most undefeatedly Omnipresent heavens; or the worst of themost sadistically tawdry of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; toeventhink about, The best of the most immortally compassionate heavens; or the worst of themost wretchedly fetid of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to eventhink about,


For Life's a complete circle. And whatever blessedly good or unforgivably sinfulthat you do in the tenure of your destined life; comes back to you sometime orthe other in the same equivalent form and in this very lifetime of yours; withoutcaring the slightest; thinking about; or waiting for the tiniest of heaven or ribaldhellto unfurl. Nikhil Parekh


Limca Book Of Records - India And Her People AtTheir Very Best. Tribute Poetry on the Limca Book of Records India - limcabookofrecords.in, whichis India’s Best Book of Records, also Ranked 2nd in the World officially toGuinness Book of World Records; written in appreciation of its awe - inspiringlyenthralling pages. They were pages which sparkled with the most eclectic brilliances of lifein itscountless 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 theunited living race, They were pages which were the most fearlessly unbiased in content—portrayingthe absolute truth to the world; in all its unbelievable glory; candour and victorygalore, They were pages which escalated reading pleasure to the most unattainable ofheights—bedazzling every ingredient of the atmosphere with the undyingcourage; grit and fortitude of all mankind, They were pages which spun a web of unparalleled enchantment into the deepestrecesses of the soul—stupefying each vein with the utmost magnificence andwonders of the world, They were pages which when read by every commoner made him feel closer tohis rudiments on mother earth—truly glorifying the spirit of majestic existence toits unsurpassable best, They were pages which were the breathing pulse of not just a nation of a billionpeople—but which stirred the chords of every living heart towards the hilt ofunimaginable achievement, They were pages which truly immortalized the adage 'Impossible is indeed aword in the dictionary of fools—for no human will to conquer the extraordinarycan ever be defeated; except by the Almighty God, They were pages wherein the bizarre most of fantasies took shape of undefeated


reality—as the planet outside passionately rose to the uncanny thrill; challengesand enigma of life, They were pages for which not the tiniest of nightfall seemed to exist—asminuscule mortals just like each one of us on earth; immortalized them with theSun of brilliance in his/her own inimitably distinctive style, They were pages whose unbelievable fragrance of newness pumped fresh life intoevery depressed and dead—charmed civilization after an infinite civilization withthe most spectacularly golden moments of their time, They were pages which encompassed even the minutest details of invention,innovation and the brilliance laden in each draught of wind—beautifully depictingeach stark shade of existence at its infallible best, They were pages which were a royal blend of amazing editorial dexterity andtalent extraordinaire—which ignited even the most dormant arenas of the brainto perceive beyond the definitions of pragmatic time, They were pages which truly proved that the whole world was youraudience—whilst you were the sole magician on stage; to mesmerize, enchantand overpower the impossible in your tiny fist, They were pages which coined miraculously new levels of human endurance andpossibility—unveiling a boundless new dimensions to every sealed opportunity oflife, They were pages which were true patriots till their very last breath andbeyond—not only saluting their beloved soil; but portraying its most undefeatedessence to the entire world outside, They were pages which increased your conviction to lead life multifold with eachread-triggered each ingredient of your blood to do something uniquelyexuberant—and do it now, They were pages which conquered over even the most invisible trace of the deviland lies—with the most spectacularly charismatic adventures of victory—thatmankind has ever witnessed, They were pages from India's best book of Records: ' The Limca Book of Records'ranked only 2nd officially to the Guinness Book of World Records—highlightingthe very best from amongst a billion Indians- year after year after year of the


most unbelievably spectacular living achievement, And not because I was a Nine-time National record holder for my Poetry with thebook; but my heart ranks 'The Limca Book of Records' the best amongst everyother book on earth - as it veritably depicts my sacrosanct motherland 'India andher beloved people at their very best'. Nikhil Parekh


Long Live Godly Life Life = Death - volume 8 - Poems on Life, Death (170 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B014TUITOU. Poetry from my Book as above mentioned - Every innocuous step that you have marvelously bequeathed upon my dwindlingstride; was unsurpassably more than infinite gardens of spuriously scintillatingand penalizing currency, Every instant of jubilation that you have royally bequeathed upon my miserablyfading visage; was overwhelmingly more than infinite treasuries of bombasticallymalevolent and devastating currency, Every tantalizing dream that you have ingratiatingly bequeathed upon mynonchalantly wandering mind; was irrefutably more than infinite cloudbursts ofviciously hurtling and truculent currency, Every poignant blush that you have celestially bequeathed upon my patheticallyabraded cheeks; was unfathomably more than infinite entrenchments ofabominably prejudiced and worthless currency, Every stream of crimson blood that you have gorgeously bequeathed upon mydisastrously fatigued veins; was incomprehensibly more than infinite skies ofominously cacophonic and gory currency, Every unflinchingly tenacity that you have unassailably bequeathed upon myshriveled muscles; was astronomically more than infinite oceans of capriciouslyobsolete and doomsday currency, Every inscrutably enigmatic destiny line that you have fabulously bequeathedupon my erringly minuscule palms; was intransigently more than infinite tunnelsof abhorrently stinking and imprisoning currency, Every ingredient of robustly sparkling health that you have gloriously bequeathedupon my debilitating body; was ubiquitously more than infinite whirlpools ofinsipidly dithering and horrific currency, Every benevolently philanthropic goodness that you have sacredly bequeathedupon my beleaguered soul; was unconquerably more than infinite mountains of


ominously differentiating and victimizing currency, Every impeccable artistry that you have spell bindingly bequeathed upon mydiminutive aura; was unbelievably more than infinite cisterns of lividlyacrimonious and insidious currency, Every integrally gratifying talent that you have blissfully bequeathed upon mypenurious countenance; was grandiloquently more than infinite farms ofuncouthly massacring and raunchy currency, Every wave of untamed euphoria that you have heavenly bequeathed upon myludicrously orphaned senses; was gigantically more than infinite lands of brutallytyrannizing and decimating currency, Every seductively enthralling shadow that you have fantastically bequeathedupon my capriciously fluttering demeanor; was unbelievably more than infinitecaverns of traumatically lambasting and salacious currency, Every spurt of poignant enthusiasm that you have wonderfully bequeathed uponmy irascibly estranged persona; was unshakably more than infinite hurricanes ofdiabolically pulverizing and crippling currency, Every enamoring melody that you have uninhibitedly bequeathed upon myindigently dying throat; was invincibly more than infinite wells of horrendouslystagnating and adulterated currency, Every globule of astoundingly golden sweat that you have aristocraticallybequeathed upon my lackadaisically indolent shoulders; was colossally more thaninfinite dungeons of treacherously rotting and invidiously dilapidated currency, Every iota of eternal truth that you have Omnisciently bequeathed upon mydeleteriously hollow conscience; was undoubtedly more than infinite warfields ofbelligerently ghoulish and assassinating currency, Every puff of stupendously harmonious breath that you have divinely bequeathedupon my languidly tiny nostrils; was irretrievably more than infinite hell's ofmurderously morbid and insane currency, Every beat of impregnable love that you have Omnipotently bequeathed upon myfrantically searching heart; was unprecedentedly more than infinite corpses ofremorsefully forlorn and vindictive currency,


And even if I took birth for a countless more lifetimes O! Almighty Lord andunequivocally liberated all my wealth; I would still be an infinite births too shortto repay you back for all sacrosanct goodness; that you have so magnanimouslyshowered 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


Longest Book Written By A Mortal – Collected Poetry This Book has a Print Length of 5254 pages on the Amazon Kindle. The PoetryCollection contains thousands of Nikhil Parekh’s poems on - God, Peace, Love,Anti Terrorism, Friendship, Life, Death, Environment, Wildlife, Mother, Father,Children, Parenthood, Humanity, Social Cause, Women empowerment, Poverty,Lovers, Brotherhood. This Book currently has approximately 1.15 million words,about 2160 differently titled Poems authored by the Indian Poet and almost a187000 lines in it. Find above mentioned Book at - amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ. A Poem From the Book - Food and its victorious power. It made a person irrefutably realize his / her true stature on this earth – whichwas nothing infront of the Almighty Lord – as morsels were gobbled with rawhumanitarian fervor and then even the most mature of body exultated in child-like delight, It made people forget deplorably miserly discrepancies of caste; creed; color andreligion over its tantalizingly sumptuous aroma, It naturally impregnated a wretchedly war-infested environment – with thecharm 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 forsurvival, It melted even the most indiscriminately traumatic persona which lambasted theinnocent – with its succulently impeccable taste which was a harbinger ofbountiful 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 itmade its way most naturally and ravishingly into the extraordinarily emaciatedintestine,


It proved the most stupendously inadvertent excuse to meet up at just about anytime of the day – and that too triggering that smile of satisfaction upon the lipsrelishing it, It reinvigorated fading muscle and bone with indispensable boost to lead lifeKingsize – bond and embrace the most alien of neighbor with the power offortuitous love, It metamorphosed pulverized failures into the champions of a fresh optimisticdawn – rendering in them the unabashed fortitude to stand up for the cause ofunparalleled righteousness, It rekindled the rays of desire in pathetically shriveled bloodstreams – as theliving kind made merry; whispered; chatted and blended into the river of lovewith a new found hope to procreate, It worked as a balm of compassionate friendship upon those haplessly aggrievedand lamenting the loss of their near and dear – as the chapter of death inevitablyoccurred when destined, It was something that rendered all spurious demonstrations of power and wealthon earth utterly useless – as even the richest of all humans melanged with thosebegging on the roadside - to consume it; as disasters like the earthquake struck, It not only helped people earn livelihood as they cooked; garnished; packed andtransported it – but added an indomitable aura of satisfaction to their lives asthey 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 philanthropicallynoble citizens of tomorrow, It prompted dialogues of peace and benevolent betterment even before armiescould cross sides – as they preferred to arrive to a harmonious consensus of loveand togetherness – after eating to their unbridled content, It was a universal need that naturally arose at some time or the other ineveryone irrespective of any religion or tribe; impregnably indicating that we’reall created by the same God and infront of him; nothing, It cultivated this most wonderfully altruistic habit of eating in the same plate; as


its irresistibly appetizing grandeur instilled the basic tenets of selflessness andhumanitarian care, Such was food and its majestic power. Nikhil Parekh


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,46257characters. Composed in his own inimitable style and with stupendous intensityall throughout, the poem is a royal treatise to the chapters of the Englishlanguage 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 tothe 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 formof a book, this singular poem is one of the most outstanding example ofthousands of similies encompassed under one roof and delivered to optimumeffect. The poem continues to be unparalleled in its length and one of the mostunflailingly distinctive of its kind in the universal english poetic fraternity. Thisbook aims at eventually arriving at the veritable meaning of the chapter called ‘Life ‘ - interweaving through countless elements and analogies offered by thecreations of God - unfurling each instant around us. To Find this above described Book visit - amazon.com/dp/B003XVYJC8. Some different stanzas from the Book Every star in the wonderfully resplendent cosmos; may or may not enthrallinglyshine,And every thing on this Universe that flamboyantly shines; could not beirrefutably termed; only as a STAR. Every flower sprouting from fathomless kilometers of land; may or may notdiffuse rhapsodic fragrance,And every thing on this Universe that is seductively fragrant; could not beirrefutably termed; only as a FLOWER. Every cloud in the voluptuously crimson sky; may or may not pelt tantalizingdroplets of golden rain,And every thing on this Universe that is enigmatically misty; could not beirrefutably termed; only as a CLOUD. Every tree on bountifully fertile soil; may or may not blossom into an astounding


flurry of succulent fruit,And every thing on this Universe that spawns into countless of its kind; could notbe irrefutably termed; only as a TREE. Every battlefield on vindictively belligerent mud; may or may not metamorphoseinto the ultimate victory of mankind,And every thing on this Universe that massacres and indiscriminately sucksblood; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a BATTLEFIELD. Every clock that incessantly functions for centuries immemorial; may or may nottransit you into incredulously ravishing waves of untamed nostalgia,And every thing on this Universe that monotonously ticks; could not beirrefutably termed; only as a CLOCK. Every lion philandering rampantly through the profusely robust jungles; may ormay not be a man-eater,And every thing on this Universe; that was vociferously ferocious; could not beirrefutably termed; only as LION. Every hive sandwiched amidst the magnificently royal foliage; may or may not beboisterously 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 alluringface; may or may not be emphatic,And every thing on this Universe with poignantly gushing tears; could not beirrefutably termed; only as an EYE. Every salubrious coconut suspended from the branches; may or may not harboringratiatingly sweet water in its belly,And every thing on this Universe that was obdurately hard; could not beirrefutably termed; only as a COCONUT. Every dungeon countless kilometers beneath soil; may or may not harbor anunfathomable conglomerate of snakes,And every thing on this Universe as dark as the ghastly night; could not beirrefutably termed; only as a DUNGEON. Every stream voluptuously cascading through the mountains; may or may not beculminating into ecstatic froth,And every bit of water wandering freely on this Universe; could not be irrefutably


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 notacrimoniously infiltrate into innocuous skin,And every thing on this Universe that was piquantly sharp; could not beirrefutably termed; only as a THORN. Every wind exuberantly blowing across the gorgeous valley; may or may notstrike the rocks,And every draught of euphoric air on this Universe; could not be irrefutablytermed; only as WIND. Every chili tangily extruding from immaculate layers of soil; may or may notturbulently sting the tongue,And every thing on this Universe that was thunderously spicy; could not beirrefutably termed; only as CHILI. Every spider fabulously slithering through its sticky web; may or may not inhabitthe same for a fathomless lifetimes,And every thing on this Universe that was intractably sticky and entangled; couldnot be irrefutably termed; only as a SPIDER. Nikhil Parekh


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 collectionimparts 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 togreed of man which has indiscriminately torn apart every creed, color anddefinition of time for the 5 alphabets called ‘MONEY'. The devil has spread terrorin the name of religion, in the name of God, most abusively, without the slightestremorse. This book brilliantly equates ‘Love' and ‘terrorism' at every step andgoes on to timelessly prove that no matter how ghastily terrorism perpetuatesinto the atmosphere, immortal love perennially triumphs over one and all on theearth. A startling collection of anti terror poems in an hour when the world wantsthem more than anything else, Parekh's words act as a harbinger of peace toinfinite masses agonizingly estranged in brutal violence and bloodshed. A mustread for every patron of global peace out there! Love Versus Terrorism unconquerably depicts at each stage that no matter howwretched the wrath of terrorism has penetrated into the planet today-Loveforever emerges victorious. Because God has created it as the most Omnipotentpanacea 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 toinsidiously harm living kind. But the power of truth, love, compassion would notonly conquer it in all respects, but would continue to bond the entire planet inthreads of everlasting humanity. So that the best religion that pervades over oneand all is the ‘Religion of Humanity'. This book is an unflinching salute to thechapters of love, peace and brotherhood-which are the most efficacious panaceato conquer dastardly terrorism. To browse above described different Books visit -amazon.com/author/nikhilparekh. A Poem From the Book GHASTLY WAR COULD ONLY WIN


Ghastly war could only win; countless screams of all those haplessly orphanedchildren; 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 lambastedmothers; who indiscriminately lost their exuberant young sons; to the arrow ofcarnivorously unforgivable malice, Sadistic war could only win; countless nightmares of all those inexplicablyshivering on the heartlessly obdurate ground; barbarously naked and without thetiniest leaf of humanity to engulf their wailing bones, Inconsolable war could only win; countless slaps of all those relentlesslysearching for their inseparably lost ones; whose even the most infinitesimalwhisker wasn't to be found; under the most tenaciously blazing of sunlight, Cold-blooded war could only win; countless abuses of all those rendereddevastatingly homeless; who now had no other option than to perennially resideupongraveyards of horrendously charred ash, Parasitic war could only win; countless tears of all those still uncontrollablyoozing priceless blood; even infinite hours after the Sun had celestially set, Wanton war could only win; countless agonies of all those who were left tosalaciously 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 leftwithout their sacrosanct beloved's; and in whom the desire to further procreatehad inevitably died like the last brick of the deadened coffin, Unsparing war could only win; countless infidelities of all those who'd completelylost faith in every fraternity of living kind; gorily witnessing their loved onesbeing acrimoniously pulverized like insouciantly deplorable matchsticks, Satanic war could only win; countless vindications of all those inimitably newborn infants; who'd unfortunately seen their mother being ruthlessly slained; felther blood-soaked skull instead of amiably suckling her breast, Prejudiced war could only win; countless frustrations of all those whose mostgloriously unfettered and victorious future; had now been forever burnt into


flames of inanely decrepit meaninglessness,Licentious war could only win; countless dumbness of all those perpetuallystunned by the impact of the intransigent heartlessness; all those whose voiceforever refrained to waft out of their throats; as they saw their own brothers andchildren being buried alive; right infront of their eyes, Disastrous war could only win; countless diseases of all those whose every iota offlesh had been tawdrily ripped apart; to remorsefully reveal their profusely pusladen bones, Imbecile war could only win; countless insecurities of all those who'd lost everyounce of their physical and emotional possession in vibrant life; for whom everytrembling footstep forward; seemed to be like the most massacring valley ofdeath, Diabolical war could only win; countless blood-drops of all those who laymiserably unattended and inconsolably wounded; for whom there seemednothing else but a mortuary of despondently never-ending darkness; infront ofeven the mostethereal of their senses, Heinous war could only win; countless sarcasms of all those who were neither apart of it; or all those who never lost any of their loved ones to its tyrannicalswirl; but whose tongues still developed a flagrant flavor simply listening to alldelirious atrocities going around, Deteriorating war could only win; countless idiosyncrasies of all those who werementally tortured by its whiplashes of apathetic ferociousness; for whom everyinstant of life had now metamorphosed into the gutters of worthless insanity, Unceremonious war could only win; countless living-deaths of all those stillexisting just for the sake of inhaling and exhaling out air; but for whom theentire Universe was nothing but an ominous skeleton of unrelentingly stabbingblackness, And cowardly war could only win; countless betrayals of all those who once upona time immortally loved; but now whose every beat had wholesomelymetamorphosedinto slandering sinfulness; tirelessly witnessing blood and malice as the onlysignatures of blessed life.


Nikhil Parekh


Neither Could Life Stop Death; Neither Could DeathStop Life. Life = Death - volume 4 - Poems on Life, Death (162 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B014S06M2M. Poetry from my Book as above mentioned - Neither could rain stop abominably heartless drought whenever it is destined;nor could any drought in anyways put brakes upon bountifully utopian rain;whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is majesticallydestined, Neither could truth stop horrifically demented lies whenever it is destined; norcould any lies in anyways put brakes upon triumphantly unflinching truth;whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is bounteouslydestined, Neither could child birth stop bizarrely sadistic impotency whenever it isdestined; nor could any impotency in anyways put brakes upon amazinglyunassailable child birth; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of Godand it is exuberantly destined, Neither could the Sun stop frigidly numbing snow whenever it is destined; norcould 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 wondrouslydestined, Neither could the Lotus stop dolorously asphyxiating stench whenever it isdestined; nor could any stench in anyways put brakes upon the aristocraticallyblossoming and redolent Lotus; whenever its inevitable time comes by the graceof God and it is invincibly destined, Neither could Kingliness stop demonically beheading poverty whenever it isdestined; nor could any poverty in anyways put brakes upon unsurpassablyopulent Kingliness; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God andit is eternally destined, Neither could goodness stop hedonistically murderous evil whenever it isdestined; nor could any evil in anyways put brakes upon miraculously


ameliorating goodness; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of Godand it is infallibly destined, Neither could evolution stop manipulatively politicized monotony whenever it isdestined; nor could any monotony in anyways put brakes upon freshly spell-binding evolution; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and itis enchantingly destined, Neither could happiness stop inexplicably aggrieved tears whenever they'redestined; nor could any tears in anyways put brakes upon impregnablyphilanthropic happiness; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of Godand it is jubilantly destined, Neither could perseverance stop amorphously carcinogenic spirits wheneverthey're destined; nor could any spirit in anyways put brakes upon victoriouslypeerless perseverance; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of Godand it is insuperably destined, Neither could simplicity stop lackadaisically worthless pompousness whenever itis destined; nor could any pompousness in anyways put brakes upon celestiallyenamoring simplicity; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of Godand 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 unconquerableluck; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it isconsummately destined, Neither could silence stop satanically crucifying screams whenever they'redestined; nor could any scream in anyways put brakes upon magically stupefyingsilence; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it iseuphorically destined, Neither could day stop ghoulishly plundering night whenever it is destined; norcould 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-bindinglydestined, Neither could humanity stop gorily devastating war whenever it is destined; norcould any war in anyways put brakes upon everlastingly priceless and unitinghumanity; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it iseffulgently destined,


Neither could devotion stop lividly profane infidelity whenever it is destined; norcould any infidelity in anyways put brakes upon unshakably faithful devotion;whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is holisticallydestined, Neither could innocence stop maliciously perilous adultery whenever it isdestined; nor could any adultery in anyways put brakes upon divinely virgininnocence; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it isbeautifully destined, Neither could righteousness stop deliriously febrile parasites whenever they'redestined; nor could any parasites in anyways put brakes upon truthfully blessingrighteousness; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it isspectacularly destined, Neither could life stop torturously annihilating death whenever it is destined; norcould any death in anyways put brakes upon the chapters of vivaciouslyiridescent and immortal life; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace ofGod and it is heavenly destined. Nikhil Parekh


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 browsedat -amazon.com/dp/B003XVYJ6E. NO ORGANISM IS A BORN TERRORIST No petal is ever born disdainfully decayed; from the womb of the redolentlymesmerizing and celestially effulgent flower, No fledgling is ever born a hideously treacherous vulture; from the womb of theuninhibitedly ecstatic and timelessly soaring bird, No raindrop is ever born smeared with satanic blood; from the womb of theimpeccably glorious and fathomlessly endowing sky, No ray is ever born a mass of bedlam nothingness; from the womb of theOmnipotently Golden and brilliantly optimistic Sun, No sound is ever born cold-bloodedly cacophonic; from the womb of the vividlyresplendent and ebulliently mellifluous nightingale, No flake of ice is ever born cannibalistically brown; from the womb of theinnocuously placid and endlessly enamoring snowball, No globule of milk is ever born sadistically venomous; from the womb of theunsurpassably sacrosanct and benevolently munching cow, No mischief is ever born insidiously crucifying; from the womb of the vivaciouslydancing and eternally cavorting rainbow, No salt is ever born diabolically asphyxiating; from the womb of the rhapsodicallyundulating and perennially poignant sea, No soldier is ever born a disparagingly gory traitor; from the womb of theOmnisciently proliferating and peerlessly blessing soil, No echo is ever born ludicrously silent; from the womb of the unfathomably deepand inscrutably reverberating gorge,


No truth is ever born an egregiously marauding lie; from the womb of theunconquerably Omnipresent and Perpetually bestowing heavens, No honey is ever born iconoclastically prejudiced; from the womb of thefantastically boisterous and enchantingly exotic honey bee, No fruit is ever born forlornly deteriorated; from the womb of the quintessentiallymollifying and blissfully symbiotic mud, No lion is ever born mercilessly trampling; from the womb of the uninhibitedlyfearless and synergistically blossoming forest, No epitome is ever born lugubriously crumbling; from the womb of the invinciblycompassionate and inimitably towering mountain, No continent is ever born atrociously bombarding; from the womb of thetirelessly panoramic and unbelievably majestic globe, No breath is ever born hissing parasitically pugnacious fire; from the womb ofthe insuperably heavenly and insurmountably moistened nostril, No beat is ever born murderously betraying; from the womb of the unassailablygodly and passionately thundering heart, And no organism is ever born a reproachfully indiscriminate terrorist; from thewomb of its unshakably priceless and altruistically blessing mother. Nikhil Parekh


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 onthis fathomless Universe; I was reduced to a disdainfully pulverized mosquito; asunfathomably mammoth avalanches of ice converged upon my staggering formfrom all sides, The instant I bawdily proclaimed that there was none more fairer than me onthis boundless Universe; I was reduced to a speck of inanely ludicrous charcoal;as ferociously unsparing rays of the Sun licked every conceivable pore of mytrembling skin, The instant I spuriously proclaimed that there was none more stronger thanme on this unceasing Universe; I was reduced to an inconspicuously frigidpool of spit; as impregnably inimitable mountains crushed me into dungeonsof insipid worthlessness, The instant I ostentatiously proclaimed that there was none more compassionatethan me on this endless Universe; I was reduced to a bizarrely barren anduncontrollably shivering pinch of sand; as inferno's of everlasting desirewholesomely burnt me in their perpetual swirl, The instant I sanctimoniously proclaimed that there was none more intelligentthan me on this limitless Universe; I was reduced to an infinitesimally amorphousspirit meaningless floating around; as the enchantingly radiating constellation ofstars in the sky majestically overwhelmed the pretentious daylights of my mind, The instant I deliriously proclaimed that there was none more eclectic thanme 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 thanme on this mystical Universe; I was reduced to an wretchedly ethereal shadow;as countless magically effulgent fairies descended immaculately from the land ofsilken paradise,


The instant I satanically proclaimed that there was none more wealthier thanme on this mesmerizing Universe; I was reduced to a horrifically maimed pauperlicking dust on the bucolic streets; as the panoramically unassailable fruits ofmother nature; dimmed the last iota of light from the whites of my eyes, The instant I licentiously proclaimed that there was none more influential thanme on this timeless Universe; I was reduced to a graveyard of dilapidatedfretfulness; as inevitably devastating earthquakes snatched the land frombeneath my feet; within lightening seconds of time, The instant I salaciously proclaimed that there was none more fantasizing thanme on this Herculean Universe; I was reduced to a horrendously shatteredfragment of sordid glass; as the unprecedentedly indomitable exoticism of theclouds above miraculously overshadowed everything in vicinity, The instant I diabolically proclaimed that there was none more humanitarianthan me on this magical Universe; I was reduced to a wisp of debilitatinglyobsolete dereliction; as the holistically beautiful principles of united existencearound left me desperately searching for my very own abhorrent voice, The instant I invidiously proclaimed that there was none more fragrant thanme on this tireless Universe; I was reduced to a decaying whisker of dolorouslydecrepit fecklessness; as the stupendously Omnipotent scent of the roserendered me absolutely useless for all times, The instant I devilishly proclaimed that there was none more pious than meon this godly Universe; I was reduced to a pint of parsimoniously adulterated andvenomous ash; as the winds of patriotically altruistic freedom in the atmosphereenshrouded even the most diminutive cranny of my withering veins, The instant I vindictively proclaimed that there was none more vociferous thanme on this Omnipotent Universe; I was reduced to a furtively clandestine corpseof torturous desolation; as the unsurpassably unconquerable roar of the jungleentirely dissolved my voice into doldrums of vagrant worthlessness, The instant I sadistically proclaimed that there was none more adventurous thanme on this magnetic Universe; I was reduced to a disastrously waif tentacle of alackadaisical crab; as the exhilaratingly ebullient sea sailed over me till timesbeyond infinite infinity, The instant I beguilingly proclaimed that there was none more celestial thanme on this indomitable Universe; I was reduced to a nonchalantly disassociated


tail of a grotesque corpse; as the effervescently tranquil fabric of the princelynight; blinded me beyond corridors of sagacious recognition, The instant I sinfully proclaimed that there was none more immortal than meon this evergreen Universe; I was reduced to a cadaverous bellow ofdisparagingly bellicose hell; as the civilizations of insuperable love; perpetuatedme to crumble in the flame of my own repugnantly redundant prejudice, The instant I proclaimed that there was none more everlasting than me on thisenamoring Universe; I was reduced to a mortuary of despairingly Measly shit; asthe chapters of unavoidably destined death took complete control over each ofmy betrayingly slavering senses, For if there is just one word to describe us living beings in front of theOmnisciently Creator Divine; it was nothing else but the word ' Nothing '; and ifone of his molecules like me tries to be too smart in proclaiming himself to bethis and that instead of ' Nothing '; then the Lord makes sure that we are indeedreduced to' Nothing ' that very moment itself; forever and ever and ever in front ofhis Perennially Unassailable grace. Nikhil Parekh


October 2,2015 - Mahatma Gandhi's Birthday &International Day Of Non-Violence. On this brilliantly victorious occasion of today, I earnestly wanted to share mypoem titled - ' THE TERRORISTS BELONGED TO NO RELIGION '. This poem ofmine 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 ashumans can endeavor our best to make planet earth an unprejudiced secularplace to survive in. THE TERRORISTS BELONGED TO NO RELIGION They belonged to no religion. As they solely surrendered to the religion of thedevil -which ruthlessly beheaded countless innocent; infirm and freshly born; inthe 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 thegallows of hopelessand haplessly stymied Black, They belonged to no territory. As they solely blended with the territory of thedevil -which satanically wanted to snatch; maim; bombard and eventually mergeevery 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 andnicety; 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 thefoundations of innocuous bone; gory blood and life distorted to amorphous pulp, They belonged to no atmosphere. As they solely salivated in the atmosphere ofthe devil - which tirelessly feasted all night and day on the stench of innocentblood -drinking; lavishing and languishing in it to lead life Kingsize,


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 offanatically splattered blood and shattered skull; to give them the power tosurvive, 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 — whichforlornly stymied every vibrant form of emerging life; laughed at how easilyhumans 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 aboveevery conceivable soul on earth; if not by hook then by hideous crook, They belonged to no government. As they solely stagnated in the government ofthe devil — which barbarously chopped off fingers, hands; feet; veins; limbs andthroats of bountiful humans at the tiniest of error; and in order to assertsanctimonious superiority, They belonged to no soil. As they solely sputtered in the soil of the devil-whichconstituted the granules of all hell; dungeons after dungeons of children who laydead-just to affirm some hell of a non-existent sadistic strength, They belonged to no Church; Temple; Monastery or Mosque. As they solely weptin the mortuary of the devil - inexhaustibly wanting to metamorphose thetrajectory of this planet into insipid ash; the sinful veil of the bloodstainedcorpse, 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 muchas 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 thateveryone wore were sequined with chopped tongues; limbs and unfinisheddesire, They belonged to no forest. As they solely rummaged through the forest of the


devil - where all that was seen and heard was bellows of ghoulish smoke andagonizing scream; where life was insidiously sacrificed at the altar to immortalizethe self, They belonged to no heart. As they solely slaved in the heart of the devil - whichwas nothing but a gorge of inexplicable sinking drudgery; and continued tomeaninglessly exist without themost 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 onthe 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 wereallright. 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 wereinfact what every single one of us in the world today hatefully addressed by theword 'Terrorists'. Nikhil Parekh


Once Again You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 8 (173 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B012PZAVXI. Poetry from my Book as above mentioned - After witnessing your ravishingly enamoring eyes; I felt as if as bountiful feathersof beauty had descended upon this impoverished planet; once again; aftercenturies immemorial, After witnessing your fabulously congenial lips; I felt as if the drearily dilapidatedwinds had suddenly commenced to vivaciously sing; once again; aftercenturies immemorial, After witnessing your tantalizingly delectable belly; I felt as if stars in the sky hadprofoundly enlightened every cranny of this ludicrously gloomy planet; onceagain; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your immaculately golden cheeks; I felt as if the witheringsummits had ebulliently escalated well above the corridors of azure sky; onceagain; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your voluptuously bushy eyebrows; I felt as if the monotonouslybedraggled Universe had embraced the aisles of uninhibited freedom; onceagain; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your ingratiatingly mesmerizing voice; I felt as if the blanket ofmanipulatively bizarre apprehensions had metamorphosed into an enchantingparadise; once again; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your immaculately compassionate palms; I felt as if streams oftingling melody cascaded through the agonizingly scorching sands; once again;after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your stupendously brazen hair; I felt as if the unfathomablebattalion 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 themajestic Sun scintillated in magnificent brilliance; once again; after centuries


immemorial, After witnessing your marvelously ecstatic earlobes; I felt as if milky moonlightseductively chased all beauty on this fathomless earth; once again; aftercenturies immemorial, After witnessing your gloriously gyrating belly; I felt as if angels had plummeteddown from the cosmos to frolic; once again; after centuries immemorial,After witnessing your unbelievably inebriating redolence; I felt as if thelackadaisical evening blazed through the corridors of untamed exhilaration; onceagain; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your intriguingly sprouting nostrils; I felt as if everytreacherously tyrannized stone on this earth had metamorphosed into celestiallife; onceagain; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your incredulously glistening fingers; I felt as if a carpet ofastounding enthrallment had settled miraculously on every dwelling besiegedwith inexplicable pain; once again; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your supremely divinely sound; I felt as if all those totteringpathetically towards the tunnels of abominable extinction had got a reason tolive; once again; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your majestically poignant feet; I felt as if a fantasticallyeuphoric garden of roses had spawned on every desolately capricious path; onceagain; after centuries immemorial, After witnessing your astonishingly sparkling perspiration; I felt as if the cloudsof prosperity had caressed the globe's feet; once again; after centuriesimmemorial, After witnessing your passionately diffusing breath; I felt as if the perpetualessence 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 invidiouslysinister anecdote of uncouth betrayal had transformed into the chapter ofeternal love; love and only love; once again; after centuries immemorial.


Nikhil Parekh


Poetry - Happy New Year. On this euphorically victorious occasion, as the 31st December of 2015 has nowunfurled into a brilliantly omnipotent Sunlit morning of January 1; 2016,genuinely wanted to sharemy 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 yourimmaculately 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 fromthe 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,


Here's my friend; wishing you and all those bouncing in the insatiable euphoria tolead 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


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 intonothingness; as blistering rays of the Sun unsparinglyblazed left; right and profuse center, Whirlpools of obnoxiously debilitating sweat oozedfrom umpteenth arenas of the body; as boundless scoresof innocuous organisms; reeled under the viciousonslaught of sweltering heat, Fathomless kilometers of panoramically lush greenland; now disdainfully metamorphosed into torturouslyslithering and lambasted deserts, Pristine flakes of spell binding snow percheddelectably on the mountaintops; now abominably meltedin meek submission; under the ferocious inferno of the simmering afternoon, The boisterously vivacious branches of the mysticalforests; now bore a sullenly barren look; as theleaves mercilessly crackled under the outrageouslyfuming Sun, Unfathomable hordes of innocuously philanderingcattle; were now rendered to disgustingly hollowskeletons of sordid dilapidation; as the soilpenuriously scorched everything in conceivable vicinity, The corporate tycoon now looked like an insane lunaticwith bloodshot eyes; as the most spell bindinglyimpeccable of his shirt; was now enveloped inabhorrent pools of grime and sweat, The most tenaciously resilient of abodes now creakedan inconspicuous trifle; cursing till beyond realms of


eternal eternity; as the wave of summer horrendouslyaugmented its acrid propensity, The most voluptuous nimble and enchanting soles; nowbarbarically bled at all quarters; as the earth onwhich they holistically transgressed; had nowtransformed itself into insidiously torching charcoal, Denizens sluggishly snubbed each other in truculentexasperation; as diabolical rays of the unrelentingSun; austerely pulverized their dormitories ofexotically bountiful fantasy, The most majestic of lions in the inscrutable jungle;dastardly retreated into their caves; unbelievablyforgiving their prey; as the treacherously unruly heattook firm roots into their fur, Children wholesomely forgot their innocentlyreplenishing smiles; as the day progressed moretyrannically than ever; putting hideously cripplingbrakes on even the most infinitesimal of their activity, The newly wedded relinquished all desire to love; asthe only thing that they were remorsefully overwhelmedwith; was the adversely admonishing and severelyreprimanding light of the midday Sun, All anecdotes of irrefutably sparkling honesty; nowconverted into the graveyard of blatantly manipulativelies; as entities staggered more brutally than everunder the salaciously whipping carpet of ominous summer, The squirrels and kangaroos now transgressed as slowas the pot-bellied tortoise; feeling thepreposterously invidious heat horrifically hampertheir 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 andagain; as the earth cooked like an unstoppable volcano inside,


The most lightening paced of rambunctious spiders nowsat dolorously in one corner of their den; wholesomelyfatigued in the onerously persevering heat; toecstatically reconstruct their broken webs, Fireballs of sensuously drifting and timelesslyexhilarating breath; now seemed as frantically lastbid to enter the gory corpse; in a valiantly vainattempt to elope from the tumultuous heat, The passionately palpitating beats of the immortal heart; were slowly losing theirfervency; too exhausted in pumping blood for the pugnaciously sapped and burntbody; rather than pulsate for the spirit of unassailable love, And if there was ever an invincibly singleton solutionto all of the above; then it was nothing but the mostpricelessly proliferating form of the ALMIGHTY LORD;O! yes it was RAIN, RAIN AND TRIUMPHANT RAIN. Nikhil Parekh


Redder Than The Reddest Of Rose—my Valentine. Redder than the reddest of rose was your ecstatically silken shadow; sensuouslyengulfed under the unparalleled flaming rays of Sun—as you gleefully scamperedup the mystically barren cliff, Redder than the reddest of rose were your voluptuously scarlet lips; profuselycoated with mischievous shades of dancing scarlet; as you painstakinglydevoured each ounce of the betel leaf; bit by tantalizing bit, Redder than the reddest of rose were your bountifully robust palms; as yougrazed them uninhibitedly against every strand that spawned from soil; in yourunceasing gestures of embracing all exhilaration on the planet, Redder than the reddest of rose was your dainty forehead; as you passionatelyknelt it for several hours against plaintive floor; in your invincible obeisance tothe Omnipotent Almighty Lord, Redder than the reddest of rose were your daintily gratifying feet; as youjubilantly dug them in and out of chunks of rustic mud; that was compassionatelyheavenly after the first thundershowers this season, Redder than the reddest of rose were your seductively undefeated cheeks; asyou blushed more naively than the first rays of dawn; perceiving the princecharming of your blissful life with surreal stars in your eyes, Redder than the reddest of rose were your nectar laden fingers; as you weavedthem more zealously than ever before in oceans of myriad color; suddenlyilluminating white canvas with the boundless enigmas of your soul, Redder than the reddest of rose was your perpetually benign blood; whichgraciously embraced the religion of humanity at every step you tread; in each ofits unflinchingly everlasting ingredient, Redder than the reddest of rose were your ebulliently shimmering nails; as youinexhaustibly gnawed at them in a child like innocence; whilst pondering over theinfinite 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 thenburying themselves under countless feet of soil—at sarcasm as it humanely


came, Redder than the reddest of rose was your affably poignant bosom; heaving andfalling like the pristine ebbs and tides of the great majestic sea; as each currentof the eclectically fickle wind caressed it with new-found electricity, Redder than the reddest of rose were your regally titillating eyelashes; as you letthem unabashedly absorb the most fervent streaks of lightening as well asnimble sunset; with indescribable stunning panache, Redder than the reddest of rose were your royally galloping legs; as you ran farbeyond 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 thesummer 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 younuzzled it across every gregarious tree stalk in vicinity; exploring your rudimentsof a countless inscrutable lifetimes, Redder than the reddest of rose were your ravishingly swaying hair; cascading tillwell below your hips in an inimitable glory of their own; resembling a simmeringravine of half-baked emotions as the rainbow appeared in the sky, Redder than the reddest of rose was your magically mollifying nape; as yourolled 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 hadthe power of to start the process of all blessedly rubicund creation; with theorders 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 ofrose; will you be my companion for life and beyond-this Valentine. Nikhil Parekh


Scent And Spice Hide and Seek - part 4 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems (66 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B0155KSNE4. Poetry from my Book as above mentioned - I consumed rice blended with fish curry,added pinches of salt to exit from realms of bland taste. i licked bare brick wall coated with sand plaster,devoured spicy remains of natural plastic paint. i trampled violently through fields of red pepper,sprayed finely crushed powder in the vicinity of shivering tongue. i swam at feverish pace in extreme salty solvent of the Caribbean sea,wiped myself dry to feel allergic patches of faded red. i pumped the air with a blend of perfume and green mustard seed,sat for patient hours basking in a film of spicy atmosphere. i rolled in clay mud sprinkled with pungent fertilizer,smeared my wheatish face with semicircular cakes of flavored mud. i sat on a cushion containing fermented yellow sour cream,smelt of obnoxious odour all throughout the passing day. i rubbed naked patches of my skin with hot repellant balms,danced all day with thunder storms of ecstasy echoing through my eardrum. i tore big chunks of orange ginger from tender branches of sapling,drenched myself with a tumbler full of aromatic water. i desired to breathe in an ambience of ravishing alligator perfume,swim in colossal ponds of suspended salt for the remaining tenure of my life. Nikhil Parekh


Table Salt Hide and Seek - part 6 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems (65 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B0158LY72W. Poetry from my Book as above mentioned - When I rolled ravenously in it; inscribing incoherent patterns in the powderwith my big toe,It stuck to innumerable pores of my tender skin; poignantly tickling every part ofmy body. When I smeared a parsimonious amount of it on my tongue; the taste budsinstantly 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 inthe atmosphere; adhering to the crisp tree leaves,While some part of it descended down painstakingly; causing my eyes toprofusely water as it barged in forcefully. When I blended it with pure water; vigorously stirring the concoction till itspewed bubbles of sparkling froth,The elixir produced was wholesomely spicy to drink; and I washed my mouthscrupulously clean; after consuming a few sips. When I rubbed it fervently against the periphery of succulent fruit; completelyengulfing 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 ofcream,The mud now looked far more enticing; with streaks of impeccable white clearlyaccentuated. When I heated it on the stove to form a composite bar of soap; it willinglyunderwent 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


perplexed by my uncanny behavior,Their initial anger soon converted into intense indignation; as they were leftscratching their flesh raw till it bled. When I dissolved colossal pints of it in the fathomless ocean; it was supremelygrateful,Thanking me from its heart for submerging it back; in the place it actuallybelonged to. And eventually when I added frugal pinches of it in my food; my supper transitedto the tastiest of all times,With commensurate proportions of sweetness and spice; overwhelminglygratifying 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 Nikhil Parekh


The Chapter Of Love. The Chapter Of Life. Life = Death - volume 3 - Poems on Life, Death (162 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B014DU5G56. a Poem from my above described Book - The same legs which I once considered supremely bohemian and useless; anincorrigible weight dragging on my body all the time,Now proved to be my best cars transporting me at swashbuckling speeds to mydestination; when the ferocious lion was chasing me; and I was strandeddisdainfully 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 ofsweatthat dribbled painstakingly down their periphery,Now proved like angels having descended freshly from the heavens; as theyindefatigably answered the bulky sheets of examination paper; saving me thetyranny of doing murderous college all over again. The same muscles which I once considered as ostentatious pieces of meatbulging bombastically from beneath my shirt; interfering pertinently when I triedto slip through slim space,Now proved to be equivalent to the entire army of Herculean strength; protectingme invincibly when I was attacked by the fleet of diabolical demons. The same stomach which I once considered to be bizarrely obese; extruding outpretentiously beyond the realms of synchronized control; being smirked by everygirl who trespassed me in vicinity,Now proved to be greater than the most qualified of doctor; as it was the soletool which was able to make the orphan smile; when all other medicines in theworld had utterly failed. The same eyelashes which I once considered to be a gravely cumbersomebother; intractably transgressing across my immaculate vision countless times ina single day,Now proved to be the greatest ointment existing in the Universe; as theymassaged my eye with remarkable rejuvenation in the midst of the tumultuoussandstorm.


The same saliva which I once considered as horrendously cheap; incessantlycirculating in my mouth; rendering it sometimes with a disgusting odorunbearableto inhale,Now proved to be the greatest appetizer generating insurmountable pangs ofhunger in my stomach; assisted me overwhelmingly to masticate my morsels offood; gulp them down delectably with untamed relish. The same lines on my palms which I once considered to be despicablycondemning; for rendering me disastrously penurious; without even a penny inmy pocket while other's dwellings overflowed with pompous diamonds andglittering gold,Now proved to be the greatest destiny; as I escaped without the most minusculeof scratch on my body; even as boundless others of my kind uncouthly perishedin the swirl of the ear-shattering earthquake. The same voice which I once considered to be profoundly detestable; wanted toabscond 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 itwas impregnated with,Now proved to be the greatest life saver; as my screams brought in the rescueworkers; 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 cynicalridicule in the heart of the plush conference room,Now proved to be the greatest weapons in fomenting me to fight with themenacing burglars; preventing them from stealing the possessions that I hadsparingly managed to accumulate in all my life. And the same heart which I once considered to be throbbing without sagaciouscontrol; palpitating incoherently in my chest without respite; acting as a perilousimpediment; irately disturbing my blissful nights sleep,Now proved to be the greatest life; beating violently after witnessing the love ofits dreams; besieged by a cloud of unfathomable passion and romance;eventuallydiscovering a new purpose to live; discovering a whole new purpose to continuethe chapter of love; the chapter of life. Nikhil Parekh


The Inner Voice Of Mind Hide and Seek - part 3 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems (74 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B0154M6GHY. a Poem from my above described Book - I thought of swimming in the sparkling waters of the lake,the inner voice of mind held me back saying,deathly green waters will suck you deep within the point of no return. i mused on skiing down the ice clad mountain,the inner voice of mind refrained me from doing so,as mighty avalanches of snow would strangulate me,burying me a few feet beneath the frozen coat of spring water. i pondered on penning a few lines of composition,the inner voice of mind made strong inroads of denial,saying that the carbon ink was sure to leak,creating embarrassed smudges on the flawless sheet of paper. i speculated on investing in the stock market,the inner voice of mind guffawed in pools of laughter,admonishing me from proceeding forward,as the entire index would collapse within seconds of my investment. i visualized gulping large barrels of tropical coconut water,the inner voice of mind stringently halted my stream of fantasy thought,reinforcing my mind with obnoxious visions of the water containing traces ofsnake 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


The Noble Citizens Of Tomorrow The Womb - Poems on Mother, Father, Children, Parenthood - volume 2 (185pages) , at; amazon.com/dp/B0141KWP2A. Poetry from my Book as above mentioned - Watch them bounce in untamed exhilaration; boisterously clap their hands inunison as the sun shines high in the sky, Watch them play gleefully in the mud; coating it uninhibitedly and withexuberant energy on their innocent faces, Watch them splash in the sea; munching delicious cookies; embossing fabuloussandcastles in the foamy and shimmering sands, Watch them pummel each other joyfully in the ribs; triumphantly march forwardwithout a trace of manipulation or fear in their impeccable eyes, Watch them sing songs in incoherent tandem; not bound by restraints of themonotonously conventional society, Watch them fantasize to unprecedented limits; surreally swishing their chubbycheeks to a place where the most ingenious of scientists failed to reach even inmind-boggling inventions, Watch them run behind their mothers back; emanate the most mesmerizingsmile ever found on this colossal planet, Watch them greedily gobble milk and food; make a sheer mess of their platesand clothes as they sat with overwhelming mischief besieging their facialcontours for nocturnal supper, Watch them clamber up their elders without the tiniest of embarrassment; pluckthe beard of their fathers with insurmountable naughtiness, Watch them go to school with their laces always upside down; crusts ofinnocuous dirt always dribbling down divinely from their nose, Watch them immaculately emulate their siblings; run rampantly in the loose mudfor their place at the winning point,


Watch them evolve incongruous words with their pens; fall asleep midway as ifthe load was the biggest to confront on this globe, Watch them walk upside down with their tongues poking out in candidexpression; the cotton encompassing their diminutive bodies fluttering violentlywith thewinds, Watch them incessantly cry in lap of their mother; make the amusinglyastounding gestures with their nimble pink set of dainty jaws, Watch them intriguingly stare at a flurry of objects in vicinity; trying their best todecipher the meaning of this alien world, Watch them stumbling inadvertently as they walked; endeavoring to solidlyconsolidate their intricate footing on earth's ground, Watch them smear ice-cream all over their robust complexioned minusculebodies; unwitting perceiving it to be the bubbly family soap, Watch them indefatigably decorate and feed their fairy dolls; entirely oblivious tothe vagaries of this uncouthly parasitic township, Watch them breathe and live with an ardor; that even the most mightiest ofhuman beings floundered to achieve in infinite lives, Watch them enjoy the privilege of being God's favorite molecules; easilysuperceding the most unfathomable of creations in this Universe, And over and above all; watch these tiny angels grow in the future decades yetto unveil; harness handsomely and with irrefutable conviction into the noblecitizens of tomorrow. Nikhil Parekh


The Power Of Black - Poems On Humanity, SocialCause, Poverty, Women Empowerment volume 1 to volume 2 (400 pages) BOOK DESCRIPTION The Book cardinally aims to end the negative perception and energies associatedwith the color black and the under-privileged sections of the society. Many adifferent times the utmost exhilaration spawns from a persons disability ashis/her desire to achieve the impossible is several times heightened than thenormal counterpart. The magical essence of Black has been epitomized to the hiltin 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 tocontinue the chapters of life. But this very Black which has been described as themost powerful color for survival on earth. The most magical fragrance of everyentities soul which continues to infatuate even beyond the dormitories of heavenand hell. I the author of this Book, Nikhil Parekh - am truly grateful to every bit ofBlackness enshrouding me, which has made me a magician to express theinnermost realms of my soul into poetic verse on blank paper. Black is beautiful.Black triumphs till beyond eternity. Black is the most inscrutably tantalizing fabricof existence. God bless Black. The poet has genuinely believed that even the most inexplicable of sorrow can beprojected as well as alleviated via the power of magical poetry. Wondrouslyimplementing the same in this soothing compendium of poems-Parekh brings tothe fore various evils lingering in the society and tries to cure them offering thebalm of poetry. The poems contained within are starkly explicit and poignantlydebate on various global social causes like female foeticide, blindness, smoking,molestation, adopting the girl child, hiv-aids discrimination.etc. In a battle ofadroit analogies the poet emphatically portrays even the tiniest of social evil andurges mankind to rise above the same. Poetically he tries to unite hearts allacross the Universe in the spirit of love, oneness and compassion to give birth toa renaissance against evil and unjustness. This victorious concoction of poemswould appeal to all those who've so selflessly fought for a social cause and touproot evil forever from the fabric of society.


To Find above mentioned different Books visit -amazon.com/author/nikhilparekh. A Poem From the Book BLACK FOR THE BLIND. Black for the blind is the most unassailable form of survival; a color whichepitomizes even the most infinitesimal aspect of their lives to the mosthandsomely unprecedented limits, Black for the blind is the most bewitching form of beauty; a color whichsensuously enshrouds even the most obfuscated of their nerves; with the mostsupremely tantalizing enigmas of life, Black for the blind is the only Sun of insuperable optimism; a color which foreverpaints the canvas of their haplessly barren life; with perennially untamed forestsof desire, Black for the blind is the most blessing Universe of infinite infinity; a color whichquintessentially constitutes every tangible and intangible moment of theirinexplicably quavering lives, Black for the blind is the most tastiest form of food and water; a color whichequally crucifies and mitigates them in even the most drearily slavering sphere oftheir lives, Black for the blind is the most ecstatically unfettered form of meditation; a colorwhich forever liberates them of even the most ghastliest of their misery andunlimited pain, Black for the blind is the only perception of unending pricelessness; a color whichinfallibly clings to even the most oblivious of their contours; irrespective of theircaste; creed; religion and tribe, Black for the blind is the most ultimate source of entertainment; a color whichengenders them to wonderfully replenish every crevice of their misery withmagically unparalleled exultation, Black for the blind is the only word that culminates into the entire dictionary; acolor which most Omnipotently defines even the most evanescent activity of their


ardent lives, Black for the blind is the most invincible scent of righteousness; a color whichtranscends the goriest trace of devil; with a passionate atmosphere ofunconquerable ubiquitous oneness, Black for the blind is a fearlessly everlasting celebration; a color which even thegreatest of warriors trembled to tread into; whereas with them it remained asrejoicingly during life as after the final insinuations of breath, Black for the blind is where the most royally blossoming prosperity begins andends; a color into which the best of gold; silver and happiness metamorphosesinto since the very first cry of euphoric life, Black for the blind is the only Omnipresent God; an invincible form; a divinelycolor; an undefeated shape; an unshakable power; which perennially rules eventhe 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; injust one singular lifetime, Black for the blind is the most undyingly subliming warrior; a color which reignsperpetually supreme over every innuendo; of even the most dramatic victory anddefeat, Black for the blind is the most benign cradle of infanthood; youth; adulthood andold age; a color which indelibly refuses to leave them for even an infidel momentin their entire lifetime, Black for the blind is an inborn spirit of irrefutable worship; a color which requiresnot the slightest of hymns; prayers; or venerated water to timelessly consecrateit, Black for the blind is the most Omniscient jewel of the eye; a color whichindefatigably stretches beyond sleep and awakening; into a paradise of theunparalleled Creator Divine, Black for the blind is the most blessed mantra of life; a color which was the solereflection of their heart; soul and conscience; a color which wholesomely andindefinitely overpowers the color of their blood and breath too,


O! Yes; Black for the blind is the most unassailable soul mate of survival andbeyond; a color to which they are immortally married right since the very firstwhisper of life; irrespective of whether the planet outside complied with orbrutally denied Nikhil Parekh


The Religion Of Mankind In support of righteous harmony, a Poem from my Book - ' Love VersusTerrorism - Part 2 - Poems on Anti Terror, Peace, Love, Brotherhood (261pages) '; which you can read at -amazon.com/dp/B015NMKT64. Poetry - The most tenacious of threads protruding from the scalp ludicrously dithered anddeteriorated; with advancing age that insidiously camouflaged them with coffinsof dilapidated white,But the threads of humanity were immortally timeless; unassailably augmentingfrom strength to strength; swirling as the most scintillating wave of benigntogetherness; as each second crept by. The most stupendously grandiloquent of fortresses succumbed like a pack ofcapriciously elastic cards; as bombs of treachery rained torrentially from the sky, But the fortress of humanity was immortally impregnable; unflinchinglydefending the entire tornado of devils bare-chested; with each of its brickentwined 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 thevery first spell of salacious drought,But the fruits of humanity were immortally bountiful; perennially flowering andspawning into a civilization of miraculously bequeathing symbiosis; even as themost fathomless of horizons; blended with impoverished earth. The most scintillating of swords inexplicably lost their way; as the blanket ofgruesome darkness took an ominous stranglehold over the brilliantly aristocraticday,But the sword of humanity was immortally patriotic; indefatigably decimatingeven the most infinitesimal trace of evil forever from the morbidly remorsefulatmosphere; compassionately sequestering all innocent in its humanitarian islandof; ubiquitous belonging. The most boundless of gloriously undulating oceans vindictively dried; asmanipulative humans devised perniciously abominable contraptions to adulteratethem all night and sweltering day,


But the ocean of humanity was immortally resplendent; perpetually pacifying thethirst of all those in barbaric devastation; Omnisciently appeasing even the mostremotely frazzled nerve; with the tonic of unconquerable righteousness. The most sagaciously sacrosanct of religion on this planet found itself engulfedby 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; enchantinglymelanging every humble molecule of Almighty Lord; in entrenchments ofunsurpassable 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; themurderously cracked soil,But the color of humanity was immortally celestial; growing more and moreastoundingly passionate as the seconds rampantly zipped by; merging allreligion; caste; and spurious color; into the divine river of; unitedly priceless andGodly existence. The most vibrantly thunderous of voices shrunk to a pathetically mollifiedmellow; as tyrannically torturous fireballs of lightening; pelted unforgivingly fromthecolossal firmament of sky,But the voice of humanity was immortally blazing; perpetuating countless rays ofspell binding hope in all those dwellings besieged with orphaned loneliness andinfirmed destitute; eventually evolving as the most irrefutably supreme sound; ofall mankind. The most flamboyantly fiery of breaths mockingly evaporated into devilishlyhideous spaces of the ghastly corpse; when destiny and the cloudbursts of deathwhippingly proclaimed; that it was time up,But the breath of humanity was immortally living; incredulously proliferatinginfinite new lives of optimistically endowing hope as the minutes unfurled;unrelentingly pioneering a blissful waterfall of mesmerizing tomorrow's; withwinds of sensuous sharing and empathy. And the most tumultuously throbbing hearts wholesomely relinquished every iotaof their beats; as the streams of blood intractably refrained to enter them; due tocrippling cholesterol and truculent tension,But the heart of humanity was immortally loving; eternally entwining every


dejectedly wavering soul in an unfathomable cosmos of exuberantly ecstaticbeauty and contentment; making every innocuous organism on this Universe feelas the richest alive; and forever embracing the religion of mankind. Nikhil Parekh


The Womb - Poems On Mother, Father, Children,Parenthood volume 1 to volume 2 (250 pages) BOOK DESCRIPTION A flurry of poetic concoctions dedicated to the ever-pervading woman andmother. Profoundly saluting her love, compassion and resolute grit as sheevolves a diminutive infant into a powerhouse of talent, into a completeindividual. The poems in the collection are humble salutations to the essence ofParenthood, to the unbelievable depths of sacrifice that a mother resorts whilstbringing up her child right since its inception in the womb. Each poem reveresthe ‘godly womb' as the source of all creation that has ever been. This book initself is the most befitting tribute to the agonizing odysseys of parents as theynourish their children-and children as they grow up as the most powerful angelsof GOD to stupefy all humanity with their inherent charm. A quintessential readfor every parent or parent to be, it brings out the charm of creation since thevery first breath. The verses within bountifully poeticize every unbridled mischiefof a child with its beloved parents. To browse above mentioned varied Books visit -amazon.com/author/nikhilparekh. A Poem From the Book GOD'S MOST PRECIOUS CREATION I didn't know who was his mother; the irrefutably sacrosanct womb which hadevolved his impeccable contours, I didn't know who was his father; the revered principles of which; circulatedfaster than white lightening in his tender veins, I didn't know what was his name; the initials he incoherently embossed with hisimmaculately sweet little fingers, I didn't know what was his birthplace; the color of the cradle that must havewitnessed his overwhelmingly surreal mischief,


I didn't know what religion he belonged to; the inexplicable conglomerate ofscriptures 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 eventhe God's in the Universe must have inevitably stooped down to witness hisOmnipotent grace, I didn't know the words which he might have uttered just a minute ago; therhapsodically innocent voice which must have incredulously enlightened the pallidatmosphere, 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 tickledhim 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 withhim 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 tinystalwarts 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 spotswhich bestowed him with astronomical good luck in every unfurling aspect oflife, I didn't know the school he went too; the clay which he fondled with in hismagical 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 theambience 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


his daintily darling tongue, I didn't know what was the dwelling he inhabited; the celestial paths hetransgressed; as he bounced uninhibitedly under the flaming Sun, I didn't know what was his destiny; the uncanny map of lines embedded on hismystically immortal palms, And although I didn't know anything about him; I still could sacrifice my life forhim and infinite more of his kind this very instant; as he was Gods most preciouscreation; would always be loved for centuries unprecedented as a little child. Nikhil Parekh


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 abovementioned Book of mine at -amazon.com/dp/B013PUG5SW. POETRY - Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would dance; please the entireworld incessantly with his tantalizingly swishing movement, Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would speak; pacifying theinfinite myths of people existing on this globe; with the prudent essence of hisknowledge, Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would write; inundatingboundless number of blank paper with exquisite literature, Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would sight; admiring all themesmerizing beauty that was prevailing and embedded on this planet, Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would perspire; working all dayunder the sweltering Sun; running for countless kilometers on the trot in heartof the gruesomely chilly night, Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would love; flooding every partof the still atmosphere with the poignant fire of his romance, Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would sleep; relishing theblissful calm of the breeze; the mystical enchantment of the prolifically starstudded darkness, Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would valiantly fight; sheddinghis blood without the slightest of hesitation for the sake of his sacrosanctmotherland, Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would smile; impart theessence of equality and unbiased brotherhood to as far and wide as possibleamongst tangible mankind,


Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would bathe; drenching everypore of his skin with supremely ravishing water; splashing tons of it around inecstatic frolic on little children, Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would sing; captivating thismonotonously strangulated world with the delectable cadence in his voice, Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would run; conqueringimpregnable milestones at every single step he took; wave the flag of amicablevictory on each chunk of visible soil, Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would dig; building a dwellingfor himself as well as for all those who wandered in inexplicable affliction withouta roof under the colossal sky, Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would joke; makingoverwhelmingly sad people laugh with his astoundingly hilarious and comicbanter, Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would earn; assimilating theentire wealth that could ever have existed on land; disseminating it judiciouslyamongst people who badly needed it to resurrect their lives, Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would yawn; relaxing on thelush green meadows in due admiration of the Sun God; reciting a flurry of vividtales to mercilessly orphaned children starving to loneliness without theirparents, Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would exotically dream;perceiving the most wonderful objects which he had evolved; the unsurpassablybeautiful garden which he had spawned for human kind to live and enjoy, Till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would thunderously cry; sharingthe grief of others with a sense of equality; providing his shoulder for them tolean upon in their time of unprecedented distress, And till the time he commanded; this molecule of his would placidly live; inhalingin air every unfurling second; trying his Herculean best to maintain this planet ofhis as the ultimate paradise; trying his best to metamorphose all the evilhovering into afantasy that he the 'Creator' would really cherish; a fantasy that God had givenbirth to this molecule of his; to wholesomely satisfy.


Nikhil Parekh


To Forget Her Was Impossible You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 12 (131 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B0139SANGU. Poetry from my Book as above mentioned - The Sun may have forgotten to shine at times; leaving the Earth submerged inpartial 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 moistbreeze, The birds may have forgotten to chirp; thoroughly engrossed in building theirnests, 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 ingobbling fat caterpillars, The diamonds may have forgotten to shine; when they were placed in adisdainful backdrop of coal, The rose may have forgotten to diffuse scent; trying to breathe for its life amidsta heap of pungent pesticide, The scorpion may have forgotten to sting; running haywire in a pool of slushywater, The snow may have forgotten to melt; not wanting to leave the body of thehandsome mountain, The lips may have forgotten to smile; being besieged by day to dayprofessionalism in society, The ocean may have forgotten to evolve waves; yielding pathetically to the


tumultuous storm, The stars in the cosmos may have forgotten to twinkle; profoundly absorbed inwatching the dainty fairies, The deserts may have forgotten to be hot; relishing the prospects of freaking outin the rain, The fingers may have forgotten to write; resting lazily under the silken featheredpillow,The dog may have forgotten to bark; petrified for an instant by the demonstanding before him, The infant may have forgotten to cry; bemused for a moment by the wideensemble of electronic toys, The Creator inadvertently may have forgotten to look at every man; busychalking 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 passionatelyflowed. Nikhil Parekh


True And Immortal Lover. You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 2 (169 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B0115U8QVI. Poetry from my Book as above mentioned - You entered my disastrously impoverished veins; which were staggering on thebrink of lame extinction; like the poignantly priceless and ultimate bloodstream;of my solitary existence, You entered my gruesomely empty palms; which were quavering towards therealms of horrendous oblivion; like the invincibly unflinching and ultimatedestiny; of my bedraggled existence, You entered my haplessly diminishing eyes; which were painstakingly wailingtowards the midnight of irrevocable blackness; like the victoriously undefeatedand ultimate vision; of my floundering existence, You entered my devastatingly collapsing shoulders; which were prejudiced by thecastrated onslaught of the manipulative society; like the compassionatelyunshakable and ultimate fortitude; of my deteriorating existence, You entered my pathetically distorted fingers; which were maimed by brutalplagiarism all around; like the triumphantly insuperable and ultimate artistry; ofmy invisible existence, You entered my ghoulishly parched throat; which was dismally stuttering like ahoarsely dying frog; like the unconquerably blissful and ultimate voice; of mydwindling existence, You entered my deliriously estranged brain; which was ruthlessly imprisoned bynothing else but a corpse of livid meaninglessness; like the beautifully silken andultimate fantasy; of my preposterous existence, You entered my inexplicably thwarted ears; which were fecklessly bombarded bysolely the sounds of hopelessness; like the infallibly symbiotic and ultimatesounds; of my truncated existence, You entered my drearily beleaguered feet; which were aimlessly squanderingtowards the mortuaries of asphyxiating hell; like the unassailably philanthropic


and ultimate mission; of my evaporating existence, You entered my penuriously trembling chest; which was barbarously orphaned byevery speck of this commercially treacherous planet; like the inimitably bountifuland ultimate savior; of my incarcerated existence, You entered my lackadaisically amorphous lips; which were divested of the tiniestaffinity since decades immemorial; like the miraculously ameliorating andultimate smile; of my waywardly existence, You entered my severely lambasted cheeks; which were bludgeoned left; rightand unsparing center by the infinite kicks of mundane society; like thewondrously enamoring and ultimate blush; of my victimized existence, You entered my agonizingly holocaustic soul; which was cancerously enslaved bythe non-existent spirit of the rampaging devil; like the ubiquitously bounteousand ultimate divinity; of my disappearing existence, You entered my inexplicably emaciated skin; which was horrendously frozen tothe last bone of the ludicrous spine; like the magically proliferating and ultimatevirility; of my condensed existence, You entered my lugubriously flailing chin; which was wantonly leaning infront ofthe coffins of utterly penalizing despondency; like the unshakably brilliant andultimate hope; of my indecipherable existence, You entered my nervously fluttering shadow; which was the most glaringexemplification of failure on this fathomless Universe; like the brilliantlyunfettered and ultimate Sun; of my ragamuffin existence, You entered my uncannily slavering tongue; which was being rapaciously coercedto slaver for all that is sinful on this parasitic globe; like the undauntedly celestialand ultimate conviction; of my minuscule existence, You entered my maniacally gasping nostril; which inhaled nothing else butunbearably despicable corruption on this cold-blooded earth; like the perenniallyblossoming and ultimate freshness; of my gaunt existence, You entered my traumatically directionless heart; which had becomewholesomely oblivious to the palpitation of unceasing desire; like theresplendently Omnipotent and ultimate friendship; of my thinning existence,


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


Whispers You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 11 (133 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B0138RBQDQ. a Poem from my above described Book - A plethora of dark veined leaves; whispered frantically to the silhouette of plumtree,To stand like a mountain in turbulent winds; not to succumb even when its rootswere attacked by parasite. Mammoth sculptured blue bodied whales; whispered fervently to the salineocean,To drench their silken skin entirely with salt; gratify their gluttony with scores ofsumptuous fish. Scorched sands of the colossal desert; whispered abusively to sapphire puffs ofclouds,To unrelentingly rain; transforming their impoverished soul into one withbountiful water. The venomous form of rustic jungle spider; whispered incorrigibly to the threadsin its intricate web,To bear it's weight for times immemorial; entangling in a vise like grip; abattalion of succulent insect. The obdurate stones strewn incoherently on the ground; whispered to passingpedestrians,To trample they walked; pleading with the bystanders to kick them into remotecorners of oblivion. Dry sticks of trimmed lumber; whispered intermittently to steaming flames offire,To incinerate them thoroughly; transforming their composite proportion intofrugal 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


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 lostanecdotes of supreme felicity. The articulately carved key; whispered sonorously to the lock,To accommodate it with nonchalant ease; opening without apprehensions themoment 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 itfor all the evil it harnessed. And the omniscient aura of God; whispered philanthropically to all his fellowbeings inhabiting the earth,To extend comforting arms towards those in distress and pain; profoundlymaster the art of perpetual love. Nikhil Parekh


Will You Be My Valentine? Will you be the luckiest charm of my existence; a wish of supreme fulfillment thatonly led to humanitarian goodness; philanthropy and selflessness- as I nimblytread by the grace of the Creator Divine? Will you be the vivaciously dancing butterfly of love in my garden; illuminatingevery 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 amist 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; triggeringa perennial yearning in my heart to be kissed in a domain; beyond the definitionsof 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 bountifulendowment? Will you be those invisible tendrils of excitement that caressed my spine;awakening me from a stupor of inane practicality; towards the effulgentlywhistling winds of existence? Will you be the fairy that casts a gorge of happiness wherever you went; aperpetual mist of bliss that I embraced; as I continued my truncated odyssey onsoil? Will you be that line of destiny on my palms that solely leads to truth; a flamethat 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 melodywhose 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 andinexplicable misfortune alike; even as abuses were intransigently hurled from theplanet outside?


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 rockbottom 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 myimperfectly humane atmosphere? Will you be every Lilly that blossomed on the path not dared taken; but the verypath 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 ofyour spontaneity continued to enthuse the informally bohemian footsteps of mylife? Will you be the ultimate seductress that drifted me away from the worst of crisis;far away from the world of greed; manipulation and satanic barbarism—like aprince near your amiably compassionate bosom? Will you be the reason that I found new-found optimism to survive; not onlyreaching the zenith myself—but reaching out the balm of unhindered love andhumanity to every single of my fellow beings? Will you be the voice that I could easily differentiate from amongst every otheron the planet; as it was my own heart's cry to forever unite with my soul-mate inthis life and every life hence-forth- destined? I guess its time to propose to you now—and that's exactly what I am doing fromdeep within my heart O! Beloved- will you be my Valentine Nikhil Parekh


Without Her Hands In Mine You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 6 (163 pages) , at;amazon.com/dp/B0128YO63C. Poetry from my Book as above mentioned - In order to erase my name from the soil; all I did was kick the loose sands withmy 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 stringentantiseptic; to swipe out the most minuscule trace that might be incorrigiblyremaining, In order to erase my name from my lips; all I did was to purse them passionatelywith my tongue; then see for myself how handsomely did the ink coalesce inentirety with my saliva, In order to erase my name from the walls; all I did was to paint them afresh withloads of scintillating whitewash and poignant color, In order to erase my name from the tree trunk; all I did was slice off that chunkof guilty wood; with effortless ease and incoherent strokes of my lanky pocketknife, In order to erase my name from the birthday cake; all I did was to gobble it withan insatiable frenzy; guzzle down the most inconspicuous of ingredients adheringto 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 touse a gargantuan rubber; caressing it arduously across the squalid sheet; tomake the stain vanish into thin oblivion, In order to erase my name from the transparently sparkling mirror; I applied fewpints of stale liquid; got rid off the same with incredulous ease; rubbing it with asoft blanket of sponge, In order to erase my name from the greasy kitchen table; all I did was tononchalantly 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


a new mass of hair; which beautifully camouflaged it and shimmeredmagnificentlyunder the river of pearly moonlight, In order to erase my name from the artificially embossed pencil tip; all I did wasto chew it phlegmatically; and at the same time triggered the dormant cells ofmy brain to imagine till unprecedented limits, In order to erase my name from the passionate sea shores; all I did was wait forthe waves to swirl ecstatically; joyfully slap the sands and brutally dismantle thesynchronized alphabets, In order to erase my name from the swanky car windshield; all I did was toswitch on the long wipers; which swiped off even the most diminutive trace ofdirt; metamorphosing its demeanor as if I had just purchased it from theshowroom, In order to erase my name from my eye; all I did was to simply wink; see formyself as to how insipidly it disappeared along with my volatile film of emphatictears, In order to erase my name from the regional town map; all I did was tosubstitute it with the initials of an entity more proficient than me; more versatilethan me in all respects, In order to erase my name from the records of heinous crime; all I did was driftmy life away from the most obsolete shadow of evil; spend the remainder of mybreath left in philanthropically serving all mankind, In order to erase my name from the cheque; all I did was adroitly replicate itwith the profound seal of my bohemian thumb, In order to erase my name from my friends heart; all I did was neglected him atrifle 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 thefamished stray dog; who pulverized it within seconds into raw chowder; with theinsurmountable tenacity in his teeth, But when I tried to erase my name from hers; that very instant I transformedinto worthless streams of condemnable ash; left for my heavenly abode; brutallypenalized by the Almighty; and this time without her hands in mine.


Nikhil Parekh


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. Parekhtakes the reader through a paradise naturally embellished with the ingredients ofeternal romance and its sporadic failures. As they say life and death are twosides of the coin, similarly with every true anecdote of love there also comesfretful divorce—a thing which has been most sensitively described throughoutthis great collection of poems for the heart. Written and dipped in each ingredientof his passionate blood, Parekh comes out with startling revelations about thetruest of love stories and their failures. Each verse has been delicatelyintertwined with a boundless aspects of relationships, romance, cheating,betrayal and goes on to prove that Immortal Love towers over every shatteredheart. 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 beloved on earth and beyond. This collection of poems aims at perpetually unitingevery heart on this Universe in the spirit of Immortal love and friendship.Because these are the two quintessential ingredients to lead life till its lastbreath. Irrespective of whatever color, faith or religion, it is only the rainbow oflove which can transform the ghastliest monsters and perpetrators of humanityinto peaceful lovers. Therefore this book inexhaustibly endeavors to speak andpreach the language of love even after its last embossed alphabet. To Find above mentioned versatile Love Poetry Collections visit -amazon.com/author/nikhilparekh. A Poem From the Book FLAMES BETWEEN THEIR HEARTS The flames on ground; died a miserable death with the slightest draught ofinsipid wind,But the flames between their philandering eyes; rose higher than the majesticskies; even in the most tumultuously overwhelming of rain and storm. The flames on ground; subsided to wisps of absolute nothingness; at even thetiniest insinuation of flood approaching,But the flames between their passionate chests; transcended well beyond the


realms of fascinating eternity; even as the unfathomable battalion of satanicdemons; tried to kill them. The flames on ground; tried their best to elude the insurmountably overpoweringtornado; squealing like new born mice as they heard the brazen leaves rustlethe slightest,But the flames between their voluptuous lips; kissed the ultimate crescendos ofuntamed liberation; even as the entire planet parasitically sucked blood andlecherously manipulated outside. The flames on ground; soon metamorphosed to frigidly wincing embers; unableto bear the onslaught of leaf and clouds,But the flames between their eternal feet; interlocked themselves into anentrenchment of unsurpassable belonging; even as cloudbursts of uncouthdiabolismpelted from realms of hell. The flames on ground; shirked disdainfully into their devastated cocoons; as thehorde of whistling wolves trampled them indiscriminately,But the flames between their ardent bellies; transformed all lackadaisicaldreariness on this earth into bountiful paradise; even as a mountain oftreacherous monsters stabbed them ruthlessly on their necks. The flames on ground; vacillated in ungainly confusion; even before the fireballof Sun could silently slip behind the dolorously languid horizons,But the flames between their ravishingly charismatic palms; united forfathomless more births yet to unveil; even as the murderously conventionalsociety tried to exonerate them with their commercial swords. The flames on ground; incessantly feared of being washed away by the mostinfedile of froth; although the ocean was a billion kilometers away,But the flames between their seductively alluring cheeks; tantalized perpetuallyin the aisles of vibrant desire; even as civilizations collapsed outside; like a packof soggy cards. The flames on ground; had absolutely no entity of their own; drifting miserably inthe direction that the somber wind took them,But the flames between their fervently reverberating bodies; evolved into themost wonderfully enigmatic morning of tomorrow; even as sky disastrouslyblendedwith every cranny of earth outside.


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 intoboundless more streams of royal love; even as the hideously sinister world cameto a veritable end; outside. Nikhil Parekh


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 mytraumatized agonies; with the insatiable magic in your voice, You're the voice that makes me celestially rest; shrugging all my frazzledvagaries into non-existent wisps of oblivion, You're a mountain of invincible strength that I needed when I disdainfullycollapsed; incessantly inspiring me to add vibrant dimensions to every tomorrowthatblissfully unfurls, You're an incredulous magical wand; that metamorphoses all my staggeringimpossible's; into the winds of irrefutably blazing triumph, You're a cloud of innocent angels; that always made me feel I was thateuphorically bouncing child once again; even as I treacherously slipped towardsthe corridors of extinction, You're a bountiful paradise of newness; triggering me to indefatigably fantasizeall brilliant day; and even while embracing the mists of diabolical midnight, You're an idol of astoundingly philanthropic benevolence; instilling in me theindispensable ingredients of everlasting mankind, You're a river of perpetual harmony that cascaded past my window; making mewholesomely bask in the stupendous glory of natures mystical endowment, You're a bow of astronomical courage; relentlessly transpiring me to unflinchinglyfight for my ruthlessly incarcerated tribe, You're a marvelously glistening shore that harbors all impoverished in yourcompassionate warmth; teaching me to forever salute the immortal religion ofhumanity,


You're a fountain of divinely peace; bestowing my famished existence; withpearls 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 intodelightfully charismatic light, You're a rainbow of vivaciously versatile diversity; propelling me to intransigentlydiscover and explore; the unfathomably wonderful beauty of this sacrosanctplanet, You're an Omnipotent flame of never-ending hope; enlightening each aspect ofmy depravingly sinister existence; with the stupendous optimism of yourheavenly stride, You're a magnanimous reflection of poignant empathy; wonderfully pacifying thedevastated rebel in my veins; with the benign smile on your majestic lips, You're an enigmatic tunnel of unbelievable enthrallment; that never lets meexhaust in my conquest for success; fomenting me to plunge every instant; intothe valley of unsurpassable adventure, You're an epitome of beautifully revered sharing; nourishing each element of mylecherously debilitated existence; with the passion in your godly soul, You're a township that keeps proliferating into newness all the time; massacringeven the most inconspicuous trace of rust; frustration; dilapidation; from mypenurious life, Over and above all; you're the girl whom I have not just simply loved; but anOmniscient messiah who was my breath; my body; my blood; every time Godhadgranted me life on this earth. Nikhil Parekh


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