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|»Chalk Stick .
Hapless and diminutive – yet it invincibly thrilled you as it landed
astounding close to your silhouette – reminding you of those
uninhibited school days when the teacher had whirled it at you – for
crassly unfinished homework ,
Bland and Corrugated – yet it was the most indispensable ingredient in
a teacher’s armory of various paraphernalia even in today’s age of
super computers – as she commenced her lecture buoyantly dashing it
across the black – board ,
Insipid and boring – yet it empowered you to express yourself in
writing wherever you wanted – be it the rustically threadbare and
rotting rock or the nondescript office wall that wasted away amidst
Lackluster and nonliving – yet it made you frolic around like a
freshly born infant – as you smashed it in its entirety to build the
measly toy castle on your table – just before the corporate honchos
were about to enter to start the commercially livid day ,
Plain and nonchalant – yet an optimistic backbone of your mortally
nothing existence – as you used it to gleefully scribble at atleast
some point of time in your life – in the disdainful absence of your
conventionally stereotypical pen,
Asymmetrical and stub – yet inspiring you to indulge your artistic
talent with aplomb – as you unabashedly sketched virtually any
intriguing shape from imagination on the floor with it – eventually
resulting into a masterpiece collage of tantalizingly brilliant
Deplorable and dusty – yet marvelously easing you out from various
financial crisis in life with child like ease – as you rolled it
majestically with your fingers and merrily devoured your nocturnal
Short and stingy – yet stimulating you to fantasize about the
extraordinarily blessed goodness of existence and its myriad hues – as
you thrust bulk of your weight upon it via your chin – and it snapped
instantaneously into bits of oblivion,
Orphaned and Desolate – yet it proved to be an unassailably charmed
savior as you lost your trail in the meandering forest – and marked
your inimitable identity with it – for the rescue team to reach you as
soon as possible ,
Unkempt and frail – yet it rekindled the speed of the in-built laptop
mouse to lightening fast – as you rubbed a fraction of it upon the
same – and then traversed the wondrously smoothened periphery ,
Sloppy and unimaginative – yet it granted instant authority to your
otherwise sweat mopped palms as you grasped it tight – and scurried
across the table to highlight the key point of the presentation with
its dangling end,
Unsubstantiated and penniless – yet it seemed to be the most perfect
present that you could’ve ever gifted to your old college professor –
as he fondly reminisced those glorious teaching moments of his life –
scribbling articulately and rapidly with it on the curriculum board ,
Harried and Unrewarded – yet it gorgeously helped you pen an entire
book of your variedly benevolent thoughts ; spontaneously on the park
bench – with an ecstatically replenishing backdrop of trees and grass
as your fecund friends,
Unpretentious and Raw – yet it proved to be the most eclectic
drumstick when you drove out with your friends and they exuberantly
tapped it to produce sound – rejoicing in the aisles of desire - as
the night beckoned you into the freshness of a golden new sublime dawn,
Measly and voiceless – yet it meant unconquerably cherished to you as
the referee drew the start and finishing lines with it – and you
galloped forward in the race to triumph unfettered – go past the white
mark which looked its admirable best ,
Unacknowledged and discarded – yet it permeated that quintessential
thought of hope ; peace ; betterment and humanity – with its
pristinely innocuous white a much needed respite – as the electricity
abandoned you in the middle of the arid night ,
Feckless and solitary – yet it irrefutably triggered you to help
humanity in the best of your natural capacity – just as it reduced to
nothing without any regret – after being used by the society for its
various indispensably good deeds and needs ,
Ordinary and Artificial – yet it held its own unduplicated identity in
this fantabulous age of digital enhancement ; when full fledged
enterprises thrived on the internet – and it lay unmatched - alongside
the most modern of contraptions ; on the writing desk ,
Please welcome this uncelebrated hero of our age – the ‘Chalk Stick’ .
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|»Saluting the street dogs .
You unsparingly reprimanded them when they ferociously barked – mischievously chased other damsels of their fraternity and indulged in the most uncivilized of fights,
You lambasted them – instantaneously unbuckling your waist belts - for chasing your car down the quiet highway; annoyed that its flamboyant splendor was marred by the unscrupulous behavior,
You ; at occasions ; drove at breakneck speeds – thrusting the reason to be an emergency – and mowed through their peaceful abodes which were haphazardly strewn across the orphaned road,
You hurled stones randomly on their innocuous bodies – on the spurious pretexts of them being besmirched with dirt and debris from the gutters – and intruding the spotless environs around you with their hapless demeanor,
You incorrigibly refused to touch them or any part of their body even an insouciant iota – scientifically quoting the fact that this could lead to rabies and a host of unceremonious disease – with statesmanly like pride,
You sprayed the most opulent of your perfume in the air if they trespassed your house walls uninvited – terming the stench that thereby emanated as abhorrently unbearable – though you yourself hadn’t taken a bath since many days ,
You had the best laugh of your life as they traumatically wailed on the pavement beside you – sadistically consoling yourself of emphatic victory for the day – though the boss had just nonchalantly fired you ,
You took excruciating effort to find the contact details of those government vans who could uncouthly pick them up from your locality – complaining against the dirt ; disease ; unhygienic conditions ; and waste that they spread – and surprisingly this was the only matter you found worthy in your existence to rebel,
You side-lined them as the lowest strata of the society – an irascible menace to every religion existing under the Sun ; barbarically shutting the doors on their mouth - even as you rejoiced and celebrated bounteous opportunities of survival,
You took potshots at them with your freshly purchased air-gun – placing apples and other nondescriptly sized objects on their heads – as this placed you in a princely pedestal ; not ever mustering the courage to sit a real throne,
You horrendously spat at them – saliva which at instances was laced with obnoxious chewing gum ; tobacco ; discarded food and pernicious tooth prick – as this made you feel seated behind the luxurious wheel of the limousine – though you were currently driving the laborious bicycle,
You used their name as a vindictively hurled expletive – lividly abusing your colleagues with the same – as how to react alternatively and express your emotions never crossed your prejudiced thought,
You took their photographs not to sympathize or flatter – but depict the abysmal state of poverty in your country that could go ahead and win an Oscar – and also because they were earnestly happy to oblige ,
You snatched the succulently tantalizing meals they received sporadically from philanthropists – wisely declaring that these didn’t befit them – when the abject reality was that the hole in your own plate had just gotten a trifle bigger,
You mercilessly beat them with approximately the same sized and complexioned stick that your counterpart had hit you with – for here there was not the tiniest of reprisal as you flaunted your non-existent bravado – and yet you felt you’d had your revenge,
You ferociously kicked them left, right and center as you walked the muddy trail – as if they were barricades of loose sand that hampered your path – at the same instant also giving you an opportunity to demonstrate your powerless might,
You bizarrely held their impeccable new born kids by their feet upside down – to worthlessly demonstrate how helpless they were in this gargantuan world – whereas God was; is and shall be; the ultimate master and invincible decision maker of his entire planet ,
You brutally sold them to unsuspecting foreigners who presumed they were yours – as you artificially cuddled them in your lap – to earn that indispensable currency coin and consume that quintessential meal to survive ,
Yet . And ironically . You ; still salute these ‘Street dogs’ whom you pugnaciously abandoned and hideously punched – as they guarded you in their own inimitable natural capacity in the thick of the blackened night – and then their discordant growl was the sweetest sound to your ears ; as you knew their mortal forms were there to protect you – even as the thieves crept .
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|»Cute Creases .
They were marvelously royal undulations that broke the tyrannical
monotony of commercialized success – with magnanimous ease ,
They poignantly depicted those unbelievably ecstatic moments which
when blended with rhapsodic fantasy – constituted the newly wed
couples tryst with unparalleled delight,
They were a subject of awe-inspiring intrigue – leading to various
perceptions as to how they must’ve occurred – as people perched at the
edge of the king poster bed,
They effortlessly led the human panache – into the recesses of
uncannily plush imagination – into a land where impeccable pearls
cascaded unabashedly on layers of seductive existence,
They were majestic figments of impromptu artistry – evolving on their
own as sensuous silhouettes twisted and turned – in a natural desire
to rest in their journey on earth,
They held their very own inimitable identity – protruding like dainty
non-living prince and princesses – amidst the gargantuan expanse of
the silken sheet,
They uninhibitedly portrayed – that there was romantic existence
beyond ruthless realms of tawdrily barbarous office – which was an
indispensable constituent to be enjoyed ,
They appeared brilliantly charismatic and replenished with charmed
fables of the yesteryear – as the Sun’s blistering rays caressed them
in the thick of the afternoon,
They might’ve been inconspicuously withering in size – but swelled up
into a formidably united cluster of togetherness – when beaten or
ironed or rattled or mauled,
They were a true artist’s delight – his quintessential source of
inspiration as he danced his flamboyant paintbrush upon the barren
canvas – nudging and tickling them with his thumb and little finger,
They were a lover’s flight of triumphant fantasy – as he sprinkled
petals of profoundly scarlet rose beside them – to form an enamoring
oasis that lit up the serene night,
They mollified even the tiniest ounces of apprehension with their
phlegmatic twirls ; curls ; swirls and furls – dancing in unfettered
abandon as the exuberant breeze slapped on their dead periphery,
They personified the true spirit of unmatched independence – a
classical example of an untidiness which appeared a darling amidst a
monstrous rat-race to survive,
They were the philanthropic road taken – tantalizing the goodness of a
person to come forth – to come good – after a rejuvenating night’s
sleep ; rolling against them,
They formed so tranquilly without an ounce of extra effort or
agonizing manual pain – unlike their counterpart concrete tiled peaks
which took assiduous expertise and skill of masons; working on the
sloping roof of the house,
They followed no particular religion as they were an artificially dead
mass – though people bonded majestically into the religion of
invincible humanity – rolling and spontaneously whistling - on them ,
They added that indispensably vivid splice to the photographs snapped
– blissfully blended in the Kingly backdrop of the wall; curtain;
window and pillow,
They looked exuberantly endearing with butterflies and birds nestled
on them ; perceiving their minuscule peaks as hillocks to have a
ravishing feast upon ,
Thus - it is my humble plea to you benevolent people – that please
don’t straighten these immaculately princely “Creases” – that lay
perched so non-invasively on your fabulously unmade bedsheets .
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|»To My Mother – Best wishes on your fascinating Birthday .
The lady that personified unassailable grace , treading on the most impeccable marble of her choice,
The wife who was irrefutably loyal to her husband , in the motley situations that the exhilarating chapter of life had to offer,
The dutiful patron who embellished various spaces of her aristocratic farmhouse , with the choicest artifacts, figurines, statuettes and shrubs that she found with ease,
The daughter who skipped meals sporadically; earnestly concerned about her mother’s health; which was one of her most predominant priority as of now,
The uninhibited shopper who took rhapsodic delight in replenishing the shelves of her household – with the most robustly royal fruits to devour,
The grandmother who absolutely and profoundly doted on her grandchild , fulfilling the tiniest of her demands with toys befitting a grandiose princess,
The astounding philanthropist who would often lend all her meals to brutally famished street dogs and cats – and then cuddle them as if they were an inevitable constituent of her family,
The fantasizer who granted invincibly concrete shapes to her beautiful myriad of thoughts ; as she persevered in her natural capacity to salvage her very own inimitable identity on the trajectory of this planet,
The friend who patiently listened to the unprecedented agonies of her mates – empowered their lives with her intriguing jokes; wit; laughter and congenial charisma,
The aunt who was ready impromptu to shoulder responsibility of the most distant of her relatives ; without the slightest trace of prejudice and malice – and as life demanded her to benevolently react,
The mother-in-law who had her share of irate squabbles with her daughter-in-law which was perfectly natural ; but yet at the same time made her welcome at home as she’d come far away leaving her own abode,
And most importantly ‘my mother’ for whom I was the unconquered best in the world – no matter what anyone said- and her belief in my poetry being the quintessential backbone of my impoverished mortal existence,
Here’s wishing you a very ‘Happy Birthday’ on this joyously enthralling day of the 24th March , 2010 .
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|»Let them get married .
A poem to sensitize those people who enter marriage ceremonies with
the sarcastic intention of castigating the couple about to be
blissfully wedded .
Shouldn’t he have put a trifle more of powder on his cheeks – as they
appeared an edge too shoddy for spinning intrigue?
Shouldn’t she have dipped her face in pure lemon extract ; in order to
render that irresistibly profound glow over her otherwise bedraggled
Shouldn’t he have opted for that clandestinely charming hair dye –
transforming his unruly strands from a nondescript black to a majestic
Shouldn’t she have left her hair uninhibited and ravishingly waving in
exuberant wisps of breeze – rather than stingily tying them up into an
impoverished looking bun .
Shouldn’t he have worn those royally swashbuckling sunglasses – that
would’ve blown away the daylights of every nimble damsel in poignant
Shouldn’t she have left her eyes beautifully bare and in their rustic
glory – rather than unnecessarily smudging them with abominable
Shouldn’t he have stringently clipped the unruly strands of hair
protruding from his ear – employing the services of the most
contemporary of saloons ?
Shouldn’t she have worn earrings of aristocratically pure gold –
rather than letting traditional threads of simpleton black dangle
languidly and dulling the ambience which seemed already dead .
Shouldn’t he have worn that pompously purple scarf round his neck –
that’d have displayed his gentlemanly streak ; lost as of now in the
horrendously hardcore business suit ?
Shouldn’t she have chosen a dress which was more in snobbish
satisfaction rather than the gaudy color that she now wore –
unleashing her unceremoniously slapstick
Shouldn’t he have worn feather shaped boots perpetuating that true
tryst with royalty which he richly deserved – rather than
transgressing on the reception stage barefoot to create a mockery of a
Shouldn’t she have worn queenly slippers that vividly demonstrated her
fantastically proportioned height – rather than create a pandemonium
with her noisy high-heeled sandals – that made her shoot ridiculously
through the roof .
Shouldn’t he have worn plain rings of eclectic sizes that set the
night ablaze with gaiety and style – rather than deliberately
demonstrating the masculinity of his bohemian hand?
Shouldn’t she have left her palms pristinely barren as she’d come into
this planet – rather than embedding them with a motley of every
conceivable tattoo available over the shelf – to stand out amidst the
celebrities of the town .
Shouldn’t he have shaved the parsimoniously extruding stubs of his
beard and moustache – rather than appearing like a clown who genuinely
wanted to entertain people flocked around ?
Shouldn’t she have puffed fragrant powder on her face atleast – rather
than deserting it with nonchalant soap – and then let mosquitoes find
a feasible space to feast on her demure silhouette .
Shouldn’t he have carried a princely pen in his waist pocket – rather
than deplorably borrowing the same and then squandering in shame - to
sign all associated legalities?
Shouldn’t she have meticulously fitted a purse to make her attire look
enthralling– and at the same time appear a perfect symbol of societal
sophistication – complete .
Shouldn’t he have brandished a traditional sword to blend in
magnificently with his jubilant persona – rather than walk the red
carpet with shoulders hunched in the unpredictability of tomorrow ?
Shouldn’t she have built her stage as an invincibly alluring helipad –
ushering in a high powered aircraft straight into the avenue – and
leaving photographers / relatives in stunned delight .
Shouldn’t he have played the perfect host of melanging with the crowd
which had come so optimistically from remote corners of the town –
displaying some hospitability - rather than sonorously contemplating
as to when these spurious formalities would come to an abrupt end ?
Shouldn’t she have stayed as silent as white ice that personified high
class dignity at its best – rather than giving her piece of cynical
advise interspersed with abuse towards those who’d come uninvited .
Shouldn’t he have hugged her first – rather than fiercely tugging at
his rather atrociously oversized suit – in mere apprehension of it
leaving his frail silhouette anytime ?
Shouldn’t she also have hugged him first – rather than adjusting her
morosely flattened make-up – which in the process became more
pathetically beleaguered than ever before .
Hey Folks . Its time for you to involve yourself into other and better
There they were – both of them innocently about to enter into threads
of holy matrimony – least bothered about their appearances today, when
the most important thing in the world to them was to marry by God’s
Therefore give them a break . Let them get married .
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|»Truly making a difference for goodness .
The road appeared to be nervously slithering stretch of non-chalant black,
Why not paint its surface with sparkling paint of majestic black , perpetuate its haplessly chapped periphery with the goodness of nourishing tar curry and handsome soot .
The chair inexorably creaked at the tiniest of weight straddling it ; limping in gruesome disdain as if it would collapse any moment,
Why not reinforce its languidly decrepit body with screws and shiny nails , spray its exteriors and intricate interiors with that much needed coat of lubricant oil .
The computer miserably stuttered; fumbled; squandered and shut down almost immediately after starting it ; unable to bear the weight of a battalion of programs and files installed,
Why not install the most ingenious of anti virus available in the contemporary planet today ; and then witness it bouncing back to life with uninhibited gusto and impeccable charm.
The walls nervously trembled at the tiniest draught of wind ; in bizarre circumspection of whether ever would they witness another fresh optimistic dawn,
Why not invincibly strengthen them with handsomely blended cement and mortar , so that they became a bountiful fortress of vitality against the most obnoxious of enemy attack .
The fragment of kite paper flagrantly fretted and fumed as the string attached to it ; kept tearing it all the more; every now and again as it tried to gain altitude,
Why not agglutinate its torn ends with wondrously poignant glue , and then let it fly unabashedly high as you tugged its thread ; in misty blue currents of the royally enamoring sky .
The gaudily striped shirt resembled a shabbily attired gutter pipe; with holes of every possible dimension besmirching its innocuous silhouette like a dreadfully salacious parasite,
Why not make the best use of needle and articulate white thread, stitch every gaping incongruity to perfection and then wear the same cloth – now befitting to be worn by an undefeated prince .
The mirror reflected back a distorted heap of remorsefully mangled junk , as its body was shattered into incongruous recesses of nothingness with passing years of neglect and street urchins hurling many a stray stone,
Why not replace it with a dazzling new glass of crystal contentment – so that it not only retained its own inimitable integrity but also displayed the candid truth infront of it .
The once upon a time King-sized and plush mahogany table now staggered towards grotesque ruination – with a layer of incorrigible dust destructively maligning its surface; legs; bottom and sides ,
Why not take gargantuan swathes of coarse cloth – profoundly dip the same into a tub of stringent detergent soap – and then use the same to vigorously clean ; so that the table was used for royal dinner and meeting up dignitaries from all walks of life.
The quaint scooter broke many a sturdy shoe – as it simply denied to start even after exerting Herculean pressure and persistence upon its scraggily dilapidated pedal and engine ,
Why not give it for routine servicing and repair – which’d ensure it exuberantly surged forward like a rocket – and spared many impoverished pockets the ignominy of buying new footwear .
The television remote lay sulking in a sultry corner of the household – having just been tagged as an ‘ idiot good for nothing’ – banged out of sight as it refrained from changing the entertainment channels - which had become such an integral part of today’s life,
Why not insert a pair of vibrantly fresh batteries into it – and then witness it become the darling of everyone – including the corporate honcho who kept it tucked tightly beside his pillow alongwith his mobile .
The pen vindictively tore almost a sheaf of brand new printer paper ; without even embossing a word – at the end finding itself into the dustbin – which would eventually be emptied into bits of asymmetrical nothingness,
Why not adorn it with a new nib and cap to prevent it from drying when it was needed the most – and then witness it pen down the most astoundingly brilliant lines of love poetry ; for lovers and friends, alike .
The blackboard looked abominably dirty and a reproachful mess – with students of all classes and sizes instantaneously shunting it ; resorting to the cooler and rejuvenating confines of the canteen instead,
Why not get the duster and some plain water – scrub it thoroughly from all sides – so that it resembled a freshly laden track – awaiting to be tread .
The matchstick simply didn’t muster the guts to alight into a flame – as it found itself abusively hurled into the soggiest corner of trashcan by its impatient master,
Why not compassionately pick it up – completely dry the corners of its matchbox whose wetness were preventing it from catching fire – and then watch it setting the frigid darkness ablaze with its charismatically fiery flame .
As if your doing all of this goodness - mattered even an insouciant trifle to all of these non-living objects such as the - ‘road’, ‘chair’, ‘computer’, ‘walls’, ‘kite-paper’, ‘shirt’, ‘mirror’, ‘table’, ‘scooter’, ‘television remote’ , ‘pen’, ‘blackboard’ , ‘matchstick’ - described above and several of such other non-living objects that strike your imagination impromptu , as of now ,
For these objects didn’t have the slightest of life – and though it’d be good if you found time to refurbish and resurrect them if they broke – it wouldn’t stir any emotion in them at all – since they were dead and would remain dead ,
But what would truly make a difference and would bring about a revolution in mortal existence - is your being good; kind; lovable, religiously tolerant, truthful and humanitarian in your natural capacity with those humans ‘Living’ around you – to bond in the religion of humanity.
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|»Food and its unbelievable power .
It made a person irrefutably realize his / her true stature on this earth – which was nothing infront of the Almighty Lord – as morsels were gobbled with raw humanitarian fervor and then even the most mature of body exultated in child-like delight,
It made people forget deplorably miserly discrepancies of caste; creed; color and religion over its tantalizingly sumptuous aroma,
It naturally impregnated a wretchedly war-infested environment – with the charm of an existence replete with symbiotic health and prosperity,
It gathered hordes of hungry stomachs and palettes into uninhibited camaraderie – as they sat in compassionate unity to devour its quintessential morsels for survival,
It melted even the most indiscriminately traumatic persona which lambasted the innocent – with its succulently impeccable taste which was a harbinger of bountiful humanity,
It fascinated the young and the old with its astounding freshness and vitality – which very soon blended with the fabric of existence after the gratifying bite,
It put all hostility and that desire to ruthlessly conquer to blissful sleep – as it made its way most naturally and ravishingly into the extraordinarily emaciated intestine,
It proved the most stupendously inadvertent excuse to meet up at just about any time of the day – and that too triggering that smile of satisfaction upon the lips relishing it,
It reinvigorated fading muscle and bone with indispensable boost to lead life Kingsize – bond and embrace the most alien of neighbor with the power of fortuitous love,
It metamorphosed pulverized failures into the champions of a fresh optimistic dawn – rendering in them the unabashed fortitude to stand up for the cause of unparalleled righteousness,
It rekindled the rays of desire in pathetically shriveled bloodstreams – as the living kind made merry; whispered; chatted and blended into the river of love with a new found hope to procreate,
It worked as a balm of compassionate friendship upon those haplessly aggrieved and lamenting the loss of their near and dear – as the chapter of death inevitably occurred when destined,
It was something that rendered all spurious demonstrations of power and wealth on earth utterly useless – as even the richest of all humans melanged with those begging on the roadside - to consume it ; as disasters like the earthquake struck,
It not only helped people earn livelihood as they cooked; garnished; packed and transported it – but added an indomitable aura of satisfaction to their lives as they served it to all those in dire need of it,
It miraculously helped in mollifying the most hoarsely wailing children – nourishing them with the gift of harmony - to evolve into the philanthropically noble citizens of tomorrow,
It prompted dialogues of peace and benevolent betterment even before armies could cross sides – as they preferred to arrive to a harmonious consensus of love and togetherness – after eating to their unbridled content,
It was a universal need that naturally arose at some time or the other in everyone irrespective of any religion or tribe; impregnably indicating that we’re all created by the same God and infront of him; nothing ,
It cultivated this most wonderfully altruistic habit of eating in the same plate ; as its irresistibly appetizing grandeur instilled the basic tenets of selflessness and humanitarian care ,
Such was food and its unbelievable power.
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|»Proud of my Father . Happy Birthday to you .
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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|»Poem - India
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
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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|»A Tribute to the Nobel Prize (NobelPrize.org) – My humble salutations
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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