A dynamite of blazing optimism as the steps tread resolutely upon hapless floor ,

Majestic bristles of grey engulfing a handsomely robust jawline ,

Raw bundle of energy compounded with fearless streaks of adventure to clamber the mountain,

An unparalleled commitment to each project undertaken ; to take it to an honest success ,

A desire to excel in whatever stage life offered ; without the tiniest of enviousness towards others who were better off ,

Thorough professionalism which never got office work to home ; relishing the verdant landscapes of the lawn with a rejuvenating stroll ,

A flamboyant charmer with unmatched talking skills ; that converted the most dogmatic “ No “ into a mesmerizing “ Yes “,

Sheer astuteness compounded with an unbiased desire to make it independently ; evolving a lavish civilization from threadbare scratch ,

Rustic truth which earned hostile foes at occasions more than friends ; but which culminated into royally satisfying victory at the end ,

Profound love for the environment and wildlife ; flourishing with mother nature in its lap ; without asserting the slightest of spurious power or might ,

A loyalty to spouse whose examples were cited to household’s in strife ; as an outstanding human saga of real life conviction , faith , understanding and forbearance ,

Hailed as the Supremo of Denim in our very own Manchester of Textiles; Ahmedabad ,

Most importantly a faith in God and his holy messengers which gave him his own inimitable position on mortal earth ; as he happily jostled in his freshly constructed Kingsized farmhouse ,

The man turns 59 years today by the grace of God .
And though I have no regrets of not following his marketing prowess and write Poetry instead . I am still proud to have him as my Father .

Here’s wishing you Daddy a  Happy Birthday for today , this gloriously enthralling 25th July , 2009 

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 I'd like to uninhibitedly beckon you to my vivid and sacrosanct country,

Where rest the insuperable foundations of Mosques; Temples; Churches;
Gurudwaras- devoutly worshipped by millions of people fearlessly
following the religion of their choice and their invincible faith in
God Almighty,

A land replenished with a multicultural blend of traditions and humanity.

A bountiful garden with opportunity to learn; melange; prosper and
embrace myriad traditions that enrich the silhouette with color.

A landscape of uninhibited emotions which reaches to everyone ;
irrespective of caste; creed; color; tribe; religion- with humanism as
its benevolent best,

A kaleidoscope of astounding charm and artistry which enthuses with
its various rustic shades of originality; wildlife sanctuaries; virgin
beaches; and amazingly innocuous craftsmanship,

A platform where even the most alien of visitor feels in the unbridled
lap of compassionate home; where the scent of togetherness and
brotherhood dissect all barriers of language,

A country which has produced the most brilliantly enthralling people
in their own fraternities winning the Nobel Prize, the Olympic Gold
Medal, the Cricket World Cup and the Oscar with mesmerizing aplomb,

A naturally endowed and eclectically blessed empire where true
patriots and soldiers defend their motherland with the utmost pride-
and yet at the same time respect and embrace others with unfettered
open arms- preferring peace over indiscriminately terrorizing war,

Welcome to India .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Not her daintily bountiful feet- which were the source of life in its uninhibited fullest in the brilliantly sunlit household,

Not her incongruous mumbling in the middle of the night; as she restlessly tossed and turned from one periphery of the King poster bed to another,

Not her vividly carefree artistry- which splashed color and gregarious charm  – resuscitating fresh life into the solitarily deadened canvas,

Not her streak for emulating fashion- earnestly trying to be a trendsetter in her own pristine self- as she swayed joyfully under the stars in the royally moonlit night,

Not her unpredictable temperament- which flared up at the tiniest of provocation to box everyone around her and then tranquilly quell as a silent stream to eventually merge with the sea,

Not her intriguing genius that captivated the attention of the brightest in the world- as she collaged thin bits of obsolete waywardness to harness new dimensions of creativity,

Not her mischievously uninhibited smile- that led me merrily dancing  in the surreal velvet of clouds- envisaging earth the most blessedly beautiful place to be,

Not her inherently philanthropic streak- her magnanimously diminutive persona which donated without inhibition- even whilst the richest of the richest sneered in contempt,

Not her gorgeously unruffled hair which marked her identity as one who loved to play and revel in the glory of enchanting music- occasionally running the hair comb through her dolls,

Not her sipper which she clung to with ecstatic fervor and unparalleled joy- whilst suckling droplets of impeccable milk at dawn,

Not her victorious enthusiasm to relish existence to its exhilarating fullest- as her sacredness was a treasured gift from Lord Almighty to do and disseminate good around her,

Not her pedaling her cycle with new found spurts of energy- as she raced past the finishing line and immediately hugged me with invincible zeal to celebrate her monumental feat,

Not her unfettered sighs of admiration as she browsed television- garlanding her favorite actors and actresses with tiny claps in her perception,

Not her unshakeable flair for choosing the right match of food at the right time- as she was one poignant aficionado of pungent taste and spice- making her meal a vibrant delight,

Not her unbridled passion for adventure as she made new friends irrespective of caste; creed; religion or tribe- explored new and natural pathways lugged on my shoulders in a piggy-back,

Not her artistically molded fingers with which she shaped clay into the choicest shapes of intricacy- and admirably wrote in handsome calligraphy upon listless paper- in a tenacity to succeed,

Not her magnetic ability to grasp things that she liked- and then form a story of the various characters she perceived- fearlessly reciting the same to adult audience in her own unduplicated aura,

Not her rushing to me like wounded crop at the tiniest fall which happened quite inadvertently with the floor- and then I compassionately circled her in my arms showing her the fecund fields outside,

But what bowled me over. Was my baby daughter’s originality.

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.

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This Poetry Collection is a 5400 pages Poetry Book authored by Nikhil Parekh

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The Book contains thousands of Nikhil Parekh’s poems on God, The womb, Peace, Love, Life, Death, Lovers, Unity, Humanity, Anti Terror, Environment, Wildlife, Global Warming, Friendship. Font sizes and spacing have been kept minimal in the Poetry Book PDF file here to cater to viewer/reader specifications. The same, if used a trifle liberally and catering to industry standards- this Poetry Book which is almost a 5400 pages here- would then contain nearly a 7000 to 8000 pages of Parekh’s Poetry!

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"Longest Poem written by Parekh- Only as Life" is a 80 Pages Poetry Book

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ABOUT THE POETRY BOOK-

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

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* The Womb is a 250 pages Poetry Book

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

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* Hide and Seek is a 600 pages Poetry Book

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

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

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* Life = Death is a 1200 pages Poetry Book

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


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

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* You die; I die- Love Poems is a 1525 pages Poetry Book

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

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* "Love Versus Terrorism" is a 610 pages Poetry Book

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* AN INTRODUCTION TO THE BOOK-

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

* ABOUT THE POETRY BOOK-

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

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PROLOGUE-

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

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Poems depicting the 'Omnipotent' glory of the Creator in an infinite forms that the poet could ever conceive. Natural and uninhibited outpourings of the heart these poems transport the reader into a world of spirituality and magnificence of Godhead. Every poetic piece shows Parekh's unparalleled love for the Almighty and immortalizes the Omnipresent aura of the Lord in a boundless ways and shapes. This spiritually enriched compendium of poems is for all those who've timelessly admired the miraculous prowesses and powers of God at each stage of their lives. Those who've lived each instant of their lives worshipping his Omniscient grace irrespective of the most murderous hell descending around. The poetic imagery brilliantly transcends over every inhibition of caste, creed, color and religion and goes to perpetually prove that all living beings are one and blessed in his fathomless sacrosanct light of truth. The poems depict Parekh's oneness in mind, body and spirit with the Creator.

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They uninhibitedly abused me in their own innocently gathered slangs; terming me an unnecessarily  bulky mountain of nothingness,

They scorned at me like I was a piece of rotten charcoal; nonchalantly dismissing me away from their rhapsodic activities for the day,

They told me I was good for nothing but presumptuously preaching them; when they wanted to frolic and play in their mortal capacities,

They admonished me for being a laggard; sauntering at a pace slower than dead stone; at times even seeming like a gargantuan unmovable boulder to their delicate palms,

They indignantly kicked me out of the way; as I appeared a jocular misfit amidst their row, shelf, floor and tub of surreal dolls and majestic toys,

They had the time of the life trying to snap me in entirety from my seams; stealthily poking me with that mischievous scissor using all their might; before mummy had a chance to stringently intervene,

They disdainfully stood over me using me as a perfect bridge; to form a perfect circle with their joyously unfettered hands; hands intertwined in innocuous hands,

They rebelliously dumped stale leftovers of their food; socks; chewing gum; clay; into my forlorn interiors- just to teach me a lesson for burdening their shoulders; on which they wanted to carry their favorite chocolate,

They mockingly used me with gay abandon to scratch wherever they wanted; which gave them that quintessential wave of relief as well as saved their tiny hands the bother,

They impudently held me in their nimble hands criss-crossed in absence of their plastic swords; and flung me with great fervor to see who won in their game of the musketeers,

They taunted me in the most sardonic of their tones for seeming like a piece of junk; whose resting place was infact the dumpyard instead of the delectably cozy realms of their compassionate abode,

They advised me like an adult to find a worthwhile job and be constructively engaged; rather than whiling away my time nagging their inimitably fragrant childhood,

They considered me as the most abominable outsider; shutting me tight into their cupboards as they discussed their secrets and intrepid plans to be consolidated into action soon,

They had me shred into smithereens of insipidness at the tiniest of opportunity; hurling me to the hungry vultures in their backyards to disintegrate and devour,

They vowed not to talk to those who gave me as a Happy Birthday present to them; as they’d rather go without a gift- than involve themselves into the practicality of life with me by their side,

They slapped me most impeccably as only they could do; venting their entire fury on me as a mute spectator; whenever reprimanded by their parents for not doing home-work,

They used me as a perfect punching bag; boxing into my countenance with their uninhibitedly raw palms- emulating their favorite Boxing stars preparing for the big Wrestling day,

Yet. And ironically Yet. The same kids tossed me gleefully the next morning upon their pristine shoulders; marched with unfettered abandon towards their school- hugging me like I was a prince,

No. Incase you assumed that I was something of a royal charmer, let me assure you I wasn’t any of that. But I was what you mortals might’ve addressed as  “ SCHOOL BAG” as you grew up by the grace of the Almighty Lord.



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It made spell bindingly intriguing shapes in construction sand; as I thrust its tip with the most nonchalantly uninhibited ease and without giving a damn,

It brought about unabashed laughter when tickled with in the ribs; proving an astoundingly great and cost-free playmate to relish life,

It helped me draw wondrously enamoring designs in loosened clay; as I swished its tip with perseveringly passionate tenacity to reach my imaginative direction,

It pummeled incongruously delectable holes in the wall; when sagaciously used to reach the other side of the room; when every other alternative had failed,

It proved a quintessential humane tool for self-defense; as merely raising its awkwardly gaunt persona towards an impersonator; made him retract right back to the entrance gate,

It made an excellently formidable walking stick; with a resolute grip on stony ground and compassionately fondling the palms with its bountifully semi-circular end,

It acted as an enchantingly philanthropic pulley in times of duress; when I offered its tapered tip to people stuck in the flood; that helped me hoist them to safe places of comfort,

It made one of my most flexibly rejoicing bats; as I used its neatly serrated body to bludgeon the ball flying towards me; to high and handsome outside the rickety fence,

It appeared as a wand of practicality in my hands; starkly proclaiming that I’d like to mind my own business and expect the same from others; wherever I went,

It made me feel at my youthfully effervescent best; as I tapped it on cold floor-  to the passionately unhindered tunes of the loudspeaker on the bustling street,

It acted as a rhapsodically make-shift broomstick at times; clearing unsolicited garbage that spontaneously appeared in the way; swishing left and right with all its might on sordid road,  

It acted as a magnanimously enthralling storage pouch; as I kept all sorts of meaningful tid-bits and coins in its inner recesses; emptying the same wholesomely only after reaching the safe environs of home,

It served as a mesmerizing  respite against mosquito bite; as one used its somberly protruding tip to scratch; alleviate the pang of rash after the obnoxious sting,

It proved an impeccably honest shoulder to lean upon; share; cuddle; caress and clasp- without expecting the tiniest from me in return; as the world outside suddenly turned deaf to what I said,

It gave me a feeling that I was holding an unparalleled winners trophy at times; as I nimbly tread my way to the train holding it invincibly against my chest,

It gave me a feeling of sparkling newness as I trawled my fingers through its scintillatingly shiny spokes; which jutted out in synchronized tandem to define its ebullient outlines,

It was so compassionately adjustable; as it shrunk to almost a quarter of its size when I closed it; at times even to less than my little thumb to accommodate like a toy in my pocket,

It snugly hung in almost every corner and wall nail when the time came to retire for the day; reminding me of the optimistic fervor that I needed to start a freshly flamboyant dawn,

But I liked it the most when my unfettered Umbrella opened full bloom at the punch of a button; unfurling the colors of joy of my impoverished existence; and sequestering me from the acrimonious afternoon heat just like a new born child.

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Neither was the most contemporarily powerful of air-conditioner
needed; even as the heat outside raced to an unbearable scorch,

Neither was there the most infinitesimal puff of wind that could
provide any respite; as time painstakingly crawled to welcome a fresh
dawn,

Neither did ice form into mesmerizing cubes even in the deepest
freeze; as virtually everything in vicinity was shredded asunder in
fiery whirlpools of the afternoon,

Neither did wondrously tantalizing waves of the oceans reach the
penurious doorstep; as they were pragmatically speaking - continents
and poles apart,

Neither did the most rhapsodically delectable ice-creams and candies
cause a diminutive dent; as the blazing heat pulverized the same into
frigid pulp-even before they could reach the lips,

Neither did the most mellifluously nostalgic of songs cause an impact-
as shades of adulterated humane yellow pierced the atmosphere; as
draughts of warm air swept their might,

Neither did the most enchanting of praises reach the ears; as
asphyxiating dust and morbid smoke; squandered through a landscape of
population with a forlorn will to kill,

Neither did the darkest shades of black tinted glass come to any
rescue- as though the dark films sequestered from direct impact; they
absorbed heat at the same time to eventually distort beyond
recognition,

Neither did the merrily artificial tap of water provide the tiniest of
solace; as it soon started to emit hostile steam usurped by the storm
of volcanic heat which wavered fiercely around,

Neither did the glass of freshly extracted fruit juice render the
slightest of rejuvenation- as it miserably evaporated to reveal the
last grains of sugar and salt blended within; as famished palms groped
fervently ahead to clutch it,

Neither did snow flakes disdainfully thrown astray by the passing
carts create a whiff of cool- as the parched tarmac devoured those few
globules of water first; even before any living form dared creep near
them,

Neither did the most majestic of castles generate a shy beam of shade;
as their walls themselves scorched like a ravaging bulldozer; sulking
at the angst that came alongwith the heat- instead of a grain of
compassionate comfort,

Neither did the historically quaint well guarantee any beacon of a
promise; as when one tread right to its mystically intrepid bottom-
the discovery did yield hollowness but without a droplet of liquid to
compliment,

Neither did the sensuously nestled swimming pool offer a fantasy of
revitalizing delight; as arid winds laced with venomous smoke stabbed
its periphery; metamorphosing its charmed persona into a
parsimoniously fetid gutter line,

Neither did the princely fountain adorning the bustling street offer a
trifle of an enthrallment- as the spray that once upon a time kissed
the chin after ricocheting of ground; now abruptly dried midway in
fireballs of acrimonious heat,

Neither did the couch of astoundingly pure velvet generate any
comfort; as before anyone could nestle on its enamoring softness- its
covers melted in the tyrannical heat- and out came charging the
unabashed coiled springs,


And yet I was unabashedly relishing each ounce of my existence; even
as the tumultuous summer heat whipped every bit of joy from the
solar-plexus of survival,

As I romanced in the golden stream of mortal sweat that sensuously
dribbled down my skin- to give me my victorious “Sweat-Bath”.


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Destined to be dead. When God wants.

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

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

I didn’t know whether I’d meet with several uncouth barricades; or
whether I’d reach the finishing line of sweet success like the flight
of a royally unbridled eagle- as I tread on the jagged road outside,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I didn’t know whether the bird perched on the roof- would choose to
peck at grains strewn in bountiful abundance around; or whether it’d
dabble its beak just an insouciant trifle into the few droplets of
water in the bowl,

I didn’t know whether the offsprings would abruptly leave their mother
one day; or whether they’d all continue to exist till destined in
their abode replenished with the threads of love,

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

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

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

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

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


But irrespective of this or that we did not know – what I and every
single one of us living beings definitely and irrefutably know; is
that every mortal life taken birth upon the soil by God’s grace- is
destined to be dead when God wants.

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