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»I would keep loving you; till the end of this life…

 

I fervently admired you; because you admired God; lived each instant
of your life ineffably wonderstruck at the beauty of his limitless
creation; the unparalleled charisma that radiated from each element of
his atmosphere,

I timelessly sought you; because you sought God; made him your only
shoulder to lean upon; in your times of inexplicable duress as well as
when you spiraled high and handsome in the clouds of invincible
happiness,

I relentlessly imagined you; because you imagined God; let your mind
devotedly wander in the realms of his fathomless Omnipotent Light;
without the most inconspicuous iota of the devil pillaging in,

I devoutly followed you; because you followed God; choosing the most
irrefutably honest pathways of existence; though it meant going
through an ordeal more traumatizing than what hell could be,

I uninhibitedly kissed you; because you kissed God; hugging his idol
of simpleton medieval stone; but which had the unfathomable power of
demolishing and recreating this world an infinite times,

I irrevocably believed you; because you believed God; accepted
everything and anything unfurling around you as a part of impoverished
destiny; and only in the betterment of this majestic planet and its
good,

I inexhaustibly cherished you; because you cherished God; found the
ultimate mantra of living life to the fullest and in harmony with
mother nature; in every current of wind that enveloped your stride,

I inevitably found you; because you found God; not beyond the horizons
beyond your pragmatic reach; but in every bit of compassionately
humanitarian goodness that you displayed to each of your fellow living
kind,

I quintessentially felt you; because you felt God; in every ounce of
the boundless atmosphere and earth around; since it functioned and
flourished at solely his eternal commands; and he was its
unconquerably Omnipresent Creator,

I unhesitatingly beseeched you; because you beseeched God; asked him
above anyone else on this unceasing earth; to grant you with the
tenacity to live and let live each inimitably priceless moment of
life,

I wholeheartedly trusted you; because you trusted God; looked ardently
forward to every optimistic dawn to grant you with the reinvigorated
vigor of life; make the beats of your existence dance to the tunes of
Creator Divine,

I untiringly related to you; because you related to God; bonding with
his unassailably Omniscient spirit for times immemorial; when even the
thickest of your family and blood related kin had ruthlessly abandoned
you,

I passionately sketched you; because you sketched God; endeavoring
your very best to embed even an infinitesimal fraction of his
Universe's beauty on the desolate canvas of your heart; till the time
he destined you to live,

I crisply saluted you; because you saluted God; humbly nestling those
palms against the forehead and towards the ever-pervading heavens; at
every single opportunity that you got to thank him for this bountiful
life,

I wholeheartedly invited you; because you invited God; as the first
and last symbol of unshakable power and splendor-- to bless every
philanthropic expedition of life; that you commenced upon,

I fearlessly spoke to you; because you spoke to God; confiding in him
the most insouciant apprehension of your heart; when the globe outside
had turned a brutal deaf ear; and blackmailed you at the slightest
opportunity that came their way,

I undyingly worshipped you; because you worshipped God; abnegating the
entire material wealth of this planet; if it came in your way of
kneeling in due and unhindered obeisance at his Omnipresent feet,

I immortally loved you; because you loved God; abruptly walking out on
everything that you'd assimilated and inherently related to you; to
forever bond with his heavenly light of impregnable truth,

But believe me. Even if you weren't all of the above and were a
non-believer of God from the core of your heart----I would still love
you as much.

Because whether you believe in God or not; I resolutely believe that
it was only God who's created everything on earth---including atheists
like you. And being one of his infinite son's it is my duty to love,
respect, adore and befriend each of his creations---though sadly they
be against him. And thus I'd keep loving you irrespective; till the
end of this lifetime….

(c)(R)copyright by Nikhil parekh. All rights reserved
 
»Go Green…

 

"Green" is enchantment unparalleled; transforming every beleaguered
bone on disdainfully crackled earth; into a festoon of undying
replenishment till times beyond eternity,

"Green" is the ultimate magicians wand; perpetuating every speck of
the atmosphere with a tranquil so victorious; that it became the smile
of each symbiotic countenance alive,

"Green" is the most everlastingly compassionate caress of nature
divine; royally accommodating infinite organisms of different shapes,
sizes, color and charm into a blanket of invincible frolic and
togetherness,

"Green" is the most pricelessly inimitable definition of freshness;
incessantly spawning into the undefeated dazzle of optimistic dawn; to
enlighten the entire Universe with the colors of brilliant newness,

"Green" is every sore eye's perpetual delight; wholesomely shrugging
off every wretched insinuation of monotonous commercialism; with the
effervescent new-born foliage of earth divine,

"Green" is the most supremely mollifying tonic to the incarcerated
soul; alleviating the most inconspicuous of its sorrow with undying
enigmatic whispers; which reverberated till beyond the infinite,

"Green" is the most fragrantly uninhibited dance of every organism
alive; as the unsurpassable buckets of rain; pelted unfettered from
the belly of fathomless sky,

"Green" is the most pristine shade of prosperity at its unbelievable
hilt; shimmering like a new born child replete with only happiness in
every flamboyant ray of the sun and the equally royally moonlit night,

"Green" is the destiny which never ever dies; astoundingly
proliferating into a boundless landscapes of blooming life; which made
the most parasitic robots as the greatest poets till as long as God's
earth survived,

"Green" symbolizes the most blissfully perfect truce between austere
white and diabolical black; where the winds of majestic moderation
transit every living being to the paths of bountiful righteousness,

"Green" nullifies the very non-existent roots of anarchic depression;
profoundly enthralling one and all in the neighborhood with the
tantalizing vivaciousness of a fairy; who'd descended down solely to
magnetize rustic soil,

"Green" evokes unconquerable desire in every ingredient of the blood;
to be one and in perfect unison with Mother nature; let the unbridled
beauty of her endless creations harness every aspect of impoverished
existence,

"Green" makes you the most unabashed artist alive; as you
bewilderingly fathom for the starting point and the horizons; on the
infinite canvas of the Lord's panoramic sanctuary,

"Green" makes you the most passionate lover on trajectory of the
endless planet; damning all inhibitions to the corpse as you fervently
rolled into grasslands of desire—breath intermingled with the breath
of your beloved,

"Green" is an ever-pervading rainbow; which charms even the most
deadened of mortuary with its rustle and innocent grace; sprinkling
quintessential ounces of vibrant life wherever it mystically crept,

"Green" is the ultimate harbinger of all peace and unity on the
distraught globe; as it vanquishes every sinister trail of the
barbarously marauding devil; with the freshness of love; creation and
blessed fruits of the divine,

"Green" radiates an unshakable aura of optimism to the farthest
quarter of the world; maintaining the most unbelievably perfect
equilibrium between the sky; the earth and diminutive man trespassing
in-between,

"Green" represents the free spirit of every continent; race; wind and
space under the sky; immortally continuing the chapters of God's
sacred creation; by timelessly proliferating into an infinite more of
its color and kind,

Therefore what are you waiting for. Go Green. Plant a tree in every
barren bit of space that you could lay your hands upon. And then
witness your sown children become the most undivided race of
togetherness; friendship; love and peace; even centuries after you
were dead…

(c)(R)copyright by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»A Womans World…

 

If a man was born out of a woman's divinely womb; after tossing;
turning and kicking helplessly for 9 agonizingly marathon months;
before tasting the first beams of light of the alien world,

If a man suckled life-yielding milk; comfort; and compassion; from the
bosom of a woman; in order to perseveringly fortify each of his
bone--to face the ghastly wrath of the parasitic planet outside,

If a man wailed in a woman's eclectically sensitive palms in his times
of duress; felt their latent warmth as the most invincible fortress;
even as the worst of hell descended on earth,

If a man fervently licked his fingers clean time and again; savoring
the most succulently ravishing meals on earth even in his dreams;
prepared by the artistically virile woman,

If a man flirted and philandered with a woman in iridescent twilight;
in order to grant his veins the most tantalizingly unparalleled
exhilaration that ever existed; in order to profoundly realize the
glory of his untamed youth,

If a man kissed a woman with every ounce of passion that existed in
each ingredient of his blood; in order to perpetually feel the
quintessential reason of existence; as two souls royally blended to
become one,

If a man took inimitably unflinching pride in introducing a woman as
his better-half partner for life; thereby demonstrating his perfect
symbiosis with nature and winning the unanimous applause of one and
all around,

If a man started to work everyday with reinvigorated vigor to conquer
life and its uncanny hardships; thanks to the fearlessly inspiring
smile of a woman and the power of faith in her resplendent eyes,

If a man desperately sought a beautiful woman's face amidst a
boundless crowd of other men; to enlighten his otherwise wretchedly
remorseful evening with the clouds of effervescent desire,

If a man resorted to the sensuous caress of a magnetic
woman--shrugging millions of the currency coin; only to feel the
ultimate magic of exhaling in princely desire and unconquerably alive,

If a man desperately shouted the name of the woman who brought him to
the world even before he remembered God; at the tiniest attack of the
salaciously crucifying devil,

If a man squeaked worse than an orphaned rat infront of a woman's
door; to forgive him as night fell and he frantically needed a
shoulder to cry upon—as the mosquitoes of worldly commercialism chased
him down to the last hole,

If a man considered a woman his most eternally unshakable companion;
to uninhibitedly blend with his feminist fears and tears; understand
his sensitive soul to the hilt--like no-one else could ever
comprehend,

If a man needed a woman to trigger an infinite colors and spectrums of
desire; in his otherwise robotically routine business night; where all
that was otherwise visible was plaintive cigarette smoke; tie; whisky;
dubious collapse of stocks; and unbearable strife,

If a man depended on a woman to articulately assemble and sift through
his disorganized life; make him feel more responsible in the chapter
of existence; as he refreshingly marched forward with a purpose to
serve back his own world,

If a man embraced a woman for bondings more immortal than an infinite
more physical lives and veritable deaths; totally unfettered as the
planet viciously abused him; locked in the arms of her ever-pervading
love,

If a man secretly wanted to be fed every morsel of his food by a woman
just like in innocuous childhood; in order to forever revel in the
love and glory of the very best that life in its most pristinely form;
had to ever offer,

If a man wholesomely leaned upon a woman to continue his race and name
ahead; intransigently feel that the chapter of life had then
eventually revolved a complete circle,

Then why the hell do you call it and rant about it as a 'MANS EARTH'.
For whether you agree or don't agree it always has been and always
would be a 'WOMANS WORLD'….

(c)(R)copyright by Nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»HOW HIS PLANET BEHAVED, AS THE WIND BLEW

 

Newborn leaves shivered in anticipation of unbridled romance;
fantasizing beyond realms of the extraordinary-- in perfect symbiosis
with the fathomless expanse of voluptuous sky,

Boundless blades of untamed grass bent a trifle in ecstatic
submission; fondly reminiscing their journey till date; on the
trajectory of inscrutable planet divine,

Waters in streams sparkled to a profound full radiance; tantalizingly
leaping towards the Sun—in their everpervading desire to shake hands
with its unassailable yellow,

Countless petals swayed flirtatiously across boundaries of penance;
to find their soulmates of everlasting joy; from amidst an unending
firmament of blessed atmosphere,

Fish incarcerated in the deepest realms of sinister green ocean water
rose to the surface; exuberantly darted in directions as unabashed as
the first cry of this earth,

Mountain peaks stood more unflinchingly than ever; accentuating their
valor with all the more unflinching candidness –saluting the first beams of
the Omnipresent Sun,

Unfathomable scores of bumble bees commenced to spawn honey with a
zeal never ever witnessed before; boisterously whispering tales of
their exhilarating air-borne journey---cuddling close in their hives
of friendship,

Passionate fires spread like white lightening at the most
inconspicuous thud of a leaf; stirring the most dolorous bits of
atmosphere to crackle into a whole new Universe of undefeated
freshness,

The creepers most wretchedly entangled in dungeons of limitlessly
plaintive captivity; now stood up straight in unison to chant
simplistic mantras of holistic existence,

Bloodstreams frozen due to tawdry indifference and rebuke; now
inexhaustibly indulged in the most ardent activity of living
uninhibitedly and let live,

The centuries old lifeless tree-trunk suddenly jostled in anticipation
of a brand new dawn; dancing once again to the rhythm of densely
foliated nature divine and quelling an infinite with its mellifluous
shade,

Desperately thwarted caves of gloominess breathed a sigh of heavenly
relief; rejoicing their compassionate tryst with the world outside;
though be it for sporadic moment as destined,

Bygone carcasses rotting times beyond the mortuaries of death- cried
tears of ecstasy full throttle; at the silken touch which
reinvigorated life in one and all; miraculously alike,

Nightingales hummed their sweetest songs all sensuous night and even
in the heart of the sweltering day; perpetually perpetuating the
entire planet with solely the religion of unconquerable oneness,

For once even the most discordant notes of the frog struck a chord
with every beleaguered heart on the planet; bringing shattered lovers
closer to bond with every unshakable sweetness of the soul,

The first showers of thunderous rain not only soaked every perimeter
of parched earth; but diffused the fragrance of their magically
ameliorating wetness to every entity in atmosphere and across; and
till times beyond eternity,

Timeless rainbows in the sky looked like an insuperable captivating
fairy; who this time would never disappear; but would continue to be
the sparkle of every divinely fantasizing eye on the handsome
Universe,

The most irascibly jittery of ants completely forgot to sting and
bite; stretching their diminutive armory of feet into a posture of
utmost relaxation—to eventually transit into a reverie of tracing
their farthest roots,

No. It wasn't God who'd descended on earth for all of the above to
happen. But he'd sent just an infinitesimal draught of wind instead
upon earth; to witness how his unconquerable planet behaved; AS THE
WIND BLEW…

(c)(R)COPYRIGHT BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»Miraculously uniting crimson blood….

 

As invincible as the peaks of unfathomable Everest; which were the
very first to salute royally Omnipotent sunshine in the center of
undying sky,

As fierily dynamic as the orange ball of Sun; which transcended and
won over the most inconspicuous of misery on this planet; with its
unflinching light,

As compassionately amiable as every draught of whispering wind; which
gave reprieve to every beleaguered traveler around from the myriad
harshness of existence,

As mellifluously tingling as the fresh water forest stream;
unhindered and uninhibited by every sordidly plagued discrepancy of
the distrustfully robotic world,

As resplendently pristine as the bountiful rainbow in azure space;
which inevitably evoked everyone to stroke the paintbrush of
sensitivity on the inexhaustible pathways of life,

As unsurpassable as the victoriously tangy oceans; which affably
fathered and mothered life of every conceivable kind on this planet;
in gigantic recesses of poignantly frothy water,

As sensuously enthralling as every blade of grass sprouting from
mundane soil; tickling the most monstrously hideous of devil into a
reverie of tantalizing newness,

As unbridled as the immaculate pearl hidden deep within the oyster;
dazzling every frigid ounce of despair with optimistic white; even as
blackness tried all the more to wretchedly confiscate all light,

As unabashedly charismatic as the first cries of a newborn child;
which magnetized people of all caste; creed; sizes and shapes into a
close huddle; to witness the most blessed creation of the Almighty
Lord,

As ecstatically fresh as thundershowers of rain charging from the sky;
which bubbled into a newfound effervescent energy of togetherness;
after blending with each ingredient of voluptuous soil,

As eternally rapturous as the unparalleled voice of the nightingale;
which united every single heart in vicinity; with the interminable
tenacity to symbiotically survive in its voice,

As untiringly positive as the nascent rays of dawn; which engulfed
every bit of the Universe with a profoundly robust energy to live once
again; after the gallows of haplessly jinxed death,

As gregariously redolent as the scent of the scarlet rose; which
mollified every speck of traumatized apprehension around with the
embrace of everlasting fantasy,

As fearless as maverick streaks of silver lightening in magical sky;
which quelled every orphaned ingredient of nervous energy in the
atmosphere—with the rustically naked valor to enlighten and survive,

As perseveringly timeless as freshly ploughed fields of mother nature;
which earnestly spawned into fruits of eternal creation till beyond
veritable time; in the face of beauty and apocalyptic devil alike,

As magical as mother earth's copious magnetic energy; which
insuperably drew one and all on the trajectory of the fathomless
planet; into a womb of unassailably divine warmth,

As harmoniously fructifying as golden nectar; which wondrously mended
even the most devastatingly estranged of hearts with the unlimited
sweetness of the Lord's Omnipresent Creation,

As inscrutably alluring as an infinite different pathways on earth;
which led you to an infinite different destinations of charmed
adventure; with all eventually uniting into a singleton mass of life's
undefeated truth,

Was the miraculously life-yielding crimson blood in every living vein;
forever and ever and ever uniting every caste; creed; religion; color;
shape and tribe on God's blessed planet; into the one and only
'Religion of Humanity'….

(c)(R)copyright by Nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»Redder than the reddest of rose. My Valentine.

 

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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



Redder than the reddest of rose was your affably poignant bosom; heaving and falling like the pristine ebbs and tides of the great majestic sea; as each current of the eclectically fickle wind caressed it with new-found electricity,



Redder than the reddest of rose were your regally titillating eyelashes; as you let them unabashedly absorb the most fervent streaks of lightening as well as nimble sunset; with indescribable stunning panache,



Redder than the reddest of rose were your royally galloping legs; as you ran far beyond the horizons of sunset to shake hands with the utterly unknown; pumping raw exhilaration at every step that you dared tread,



Redder than the reddest of rose was your implacably nubile skin; metamorphosing into a fantastic crimson with each scorching draught of the summer wind and as the freezing breeze of winter bit in with all its fury,



Redder than the reddest of rose was your artistically charmed nose; as you nuzzled it across every gregarious tree stalk in vicinity; exploring your rudiments of a countless inscrutable lifetimes,



Redder than the reddest of rose were your ravishingly swaying hair; cascading till well below your hips in an inimitable glory of their own; resembling a simmering ravine of half-baked emotions as the rainbow appeared in the sky,



Redder than the reddest of rose was your magically mollifying nape; as you rolled on a bed of natural thorns time and again to explore your whacky side; with the moonless night as your sole savior,



Redder than the reddest of rose was your eternally sacrosanct womb; which had the power of to start the process of all blessedly rubicund creation; with the orders of the Omniscient Allmighty Lord,



Therefore who needs an incoherently lifeless rose to celebrate "Valentines Day"----Instead; every beautiful soul out there on the planet--redder than the reddest of rose; will you be my companion for life and beyond--this Valentine…



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»Your best company is, You. Yourself.

 

Nobody on earth could eat for you other than you yourself; in order to blissfully mollify all those thwarting pangs of hunger; which if left untreated—would render you soon into a brutally disheveled corpse,

Nobody on earth could walk for you other than you yourself; in order to magically ease the wretchedly restless energy circumventing your bored feet; as they fervently stamped earth and kissed the oncoming exuberant draughts of air,

Nobody on earth could talk for you other than you yourself; in order to give voice to all those quintessentially simmering thoughts; inevitably wanting to be poured outside the barren chest,

Nobody on earth could watch a film for you other than you yourself; in order to fantasize and emotively feel beyond realms of the extraordinary; which mundane life otherwise never allowed you to dare,

Nobody on earth could smile for you other than you yourself; in order to feel bounteously happy from the innermost realms of your soul; for living every moment in the true pulse of bountifully enamoring life,

Nobody on earth could sleep for you other than you yourself; in order to render every cranny of your drearily impoverished countenance that heavenly respite; and gallop once again towards effulgent righteousness the instant you opened your eyes,

Nobody on earth could dream for you other than you yourself; in order to visualize the most inscrutable enigmas and colors on this Universe; and then express them in myriad forms like poetry; paintings; music by the grace of the Almighty Lord,

Nobody on earth could wash for you other than you yourself; in order to be bereft of all incorrigibly adulterated grease; and then emerge into dazzling fresh sunshine to unabashedly enjoy for a countless more lifetimes,

Nobody on earth could sing for you other than you yourself; in order to perpetuate obsolete wisps of fleeting atmosphere; with the passionate fire of melody enveloping your innocuous soul,

Nobody on earth could swallow for you other than you yourself; in order to let breath flow like an uninhibited river of happiness; and at the same ensure that the stomach solely sung the hymns of contentment,

Nobody on earth could kiss for you other than you yourself; in order to mélange the avalanche of your ignited emotions with another soul; and thereby perpetually evolve with an unconquerably new fragrance of life,

Nobody on earth could dance for you other than you yourself; in order to let every incarcerated vindication of your monotonous bones; liberate into the surreal pulse of rhythmically palpitating night,

Nobody on earth could express for you other than you yourself; in order to perpetuate every fragment of the atmosphere around; with your very own inimitable identity which radiated even after veritable death,

Nobody on earth could achieve for you other than you yourself; in order to grant every nerve under your skin the essence of unparalleled contentment; and charting your own infallible course to victory amidst a pack of satanic wolves,

Nobody on earth could embrace for you other than you yourself; in order to timelessly coalesce every fabric of your existence with the religion of living kind; and thus feel the most insuperably blessed entity alive,

Nobody on earth could procreate for you other than you yourself; in order that you played your own distinctively significant part in continuing God’s chapter of creation; in perfect symbiosis with the beats of nature divine,

Nobody on earth could hear for you other than you yourself; in order to form your very own unduplicated perception of everything happening around you; undettered by the tyrannical bigotry of the planet outside,

Nobody on earth could die for you other than you yourself; in order that you quit breath solely on the commands of the Omnipresent Almighty Lord; and made way for a fresher new civilization of magical goodness,

Nobody on earth could live for you other than you yourself; in order to be an integral element of the drapery of this effervescent planet; and further embellish each step that you tread on with the spirit of immortal love,

Then why do you keep weeping that you were all alone; when you had infact the most invincibly blessed company on earth to disseminate love; friendship and undying charm—which was by the Grace of God none other; but you yourself….


©®copyright by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»Kill the Smoke. Stamp the cigarette. Quit smoking forever.

Before it vindictively enshrouds every pore of your skin; with its despairingly hideous tinges of cancerous yellow,

Before it metamorphoses you into a carcass of nothingness; with even the most amorphous of scarecrow looking more robust than your disastrously haggard flesh,

Before it reduces you to nothing more than a stinking dustbin of worthless dust; making people around you run an infinite distance-the instant you passed sullen air through your lips,

Before it inevitably renders you into a coughing corpse; disdainfully sputtering like a crankily quaint engine without gas; everytime you tried to squeakily mumble your very own name,

Before it coerces your entire persona to rattle like a jinxed saucepan of emptiness; as each of your bones squandered and creaked with insipidity; everytime you dared tread on soil,

Before it unsparingly massacres the bountiful virility in your seeds; leaves you staggering like an impotent moron; who wasn’t even fit to care for an adopted child,

Before it imprisons you forever in its swirl of addictive baselessness; with even the most priceless pearls of love now seeming to be a transient illusionary mist of debilitating decay,

Before it transforms your holistic visions into that of the devil; wanting to do nothing else but spend a life in bizarre isolation; with fathomless bellows of stale wind for breakfast; lunch and dinner,

Before it perpetuates its diabolically bloodshot tinge into the pristine whites of your eye; reducing you from an apostle of happiness to a hapless spirit of the cadaverous graveyard,

Before it miserably trounces your appetite to win- beguiling you with its non-existent witchly stride; doping your otherwise alert brain with severe confusion to traverse even the straightest roads of life,

Before it makes you a fecklessly rejected thorn of the society; for polluting and harming priceless environment around you; with your very own venom laden mouth,

Before it devastates you beyond the point of no return; as you fondly frolicked in the glory of those tensionless childhood days; which now seemed to be getting dimmer and dimmer with each stroke of the helplessly deteriorating night,

Before it horrendously strangulates your lungs with all heaviness that ever existed; making you feel as if you carried the weight of the whole planet; whereas you were now just a pair of crumbling bones all over; as you walked,

Before it annihilates every taste bud of tantalizing freshness in your tongue; transforming you into an into an insane dragon wanting to gobble worthless chunks of desolate deathly fire all the time,

Before it besieges every droplet of your royally persevered sweat with its rotten stench of parasitic gloom; making you feel like a miserable ant waiting to be trampled any instant; even after achieving the entire wealth of the world,

Before it curses you with the onset of lividly emancipating old age in the prime of ebullient youth; as hordes of veritably old men and women hoisted your paperweight frame; for you to do your daily chores,

Before it makes you a blatant outcaste with your very own intestines; which preferred to choke forever into submission; rather than bear the poisonous puff of wind indescribably molesting them,

Before it blows the candles of your mesmerizing life forever; with the horizons of its asphyxiating blackness; which never rose to any fresh dawn or sparkling tomorrow,

Before it painstakingly chars every organ of your beautiful body into the coffins of extinction; with your orphaned black soot then being compared with some of the most lamentful specimens of self-destruction,

Before it makes you an integral part of its thwarted family-- consisting of nothing else but boundless mortuaries of ghosts; spirits and countless other bits of despondent meaninglessness,

Before it takes your holistic spirit far far away from God; as you were not just simply exhaling it; but creating living carriers of cancerous disease all around you; each time you breathed out that tawdrily contaminated air,

Before it insidiously creeps in the form of raw red to the edge of your throat; dissipating into oceans of immeasurable slain blood everytime you stuttered; wheezed and spat,

Before it penalizes you to the most extreme degrees of seclusion; disease; repulsion; abhorrence and death; for just being a wonderful host to that lackadaisically jaded pipe like structure with your lips,


Save your life. Kill the Smoke. Stamp the cigarette. Quit smoking forever.

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»My Silence will speak to you…

 

Never ever would I cause you the most inconspicuous of harm; if you
preferred to relinquish every ounce of your life for a complete
stranger; whilst neglecting me like a heap of fetid rubbish-in the
farthest corner of the trash can,

Never ever would I cause you the most invisible of harm; if you
indulged in senseless gossip with your friends for hours immemorial;
and then blaming time for not asking me how I lead my entire day,

Never ever would I cause you the most deteriorating of harm; if you
admired every insignificant achievement of your close kin; whilst
treating each world record of mine as some orphaned jinx fallen from
the sky,

Never ever would I cause you the most baseless of harm; if you neatly
clipped every piece of literature you'd read all day; whilst
proclaiming the infinite lines of my poetry as just a disdainful
squandering of time,

Never ever would I cause you the most ethereal of harm; if you
spuriously supported me for every weakness of mine; only to
outrageously reveal the same to the world outside; blackmailing me for
the tiniest loss of my temper,

Never ever would I cause you the most floundering of harm; if you
viciously abused and slapped me infront of my own blood; just because
I'd fearlessly expressed my individualistic point of view in closed
doors,

Never ever would I cause you the most oblivious of harm; if you
sanctimoniously entwined your arms in mine; and then cavorted for
major part of life with the charismatic clinician of your choice-as I
turned behind,

Never ever would I cause you the most insipid of harm; if you
blatantly declared each ounce of my passion for my favorite things in
life; as insane madness of the highest degree,

Never ever would I cause you the most limpid of harm; if you
unsparingly ridiculed me for my gluttony when I was hungry; whereas
you plucked countless living leaves of the tree time and again—for
ostensibly no reason or rhyme,

Never ever would I cause you the most infinitesimal of harm; if you
started to snore like a boundless combined monsters; the instant I
tried to uninhibitedly pour the past and present of my heart; beside
your collapsing stride,

Never ever would I cause you the most forgetful of harm; if you
ignominiously slandered the way I solely listened to my heart and got
bankrupt; whilst you assimilated coin over perspiring coin—were an
ardent fan of every astute brain who went on to built an emotionless
empire,

Never ever would I cause you the most languid of harm; if you
diabolically retaliated as if to wholesomely behead me; to just a
spurt of my anger which only went to show I was human and not God,

Never ever would I cause you the most frigid of harm; if you laughed
louder than the planet outside on each of my follies; showing me the
sadistic shade of the devil whilst staying close to my breath all my
life,

Never ever would I cause you the most obsolete of harm; if you
continued to sleep as the thieves came in and made merry; and then
rebuked me for being a coward and not confronting them—thought I was
at a distant place that time,

Never ever would I cause you the most non-existent of harm; if you
inexhaustibly hummed praises of your close kin though they discarded
you; whilst I was the one who came running to the faintest of your
cries,

Never ever would I cause you the most disappearing of harm; if you
clapped for the very politicians who sat on power thrones; whose
foundations gorily rested on innocent blood of my pristine brothers,
sisters and benign kin,

Never ever would I cause you the most insouciant of harm; if you
cursed me from the innermost ingredients of your blood to die each
instant of my destined life—only because I opposed you and your
conventionally tyrannical society for lighting venomous crackers to
greet and appease the Gods,

Never ever would I cause you the most evanescent of harm; if you tied
the nuptial knot with me solely to get a handsome roof to live
under---and thereby absolve your kin from the excruciating agonies of
an added existence,

Nevertheless. Though I would never ever harm even the most
mercurial hair on your skin in any manner whatsoever—but for every
painful beat of my heart that you were responsible--- My silence will
speak to you….

(c)(R)copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»Limca Book of Records-India and her people at their very best..

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They were pages wherein the bizarre most of fantasies took shape of undefeated reality—as the planet outside passionately rose to the uncanny thrill; challenges and enigma of life,

They were pages for which not the tiniest of nightfall seemed to exist—as minuscule mortals just like each one of us on earth; immortalized them with the Sun of brilliance in his/her own inimitably distinctive style,

They were pages whose unbelievable fragrance of newness pumped fresh life into every depressed and dead—charmed civilization after an infinite civilization with the most spectacularly golden moments of their time,

They were pages which encompassed even the minutest details of invention, innovation and the brilliance laden in each draught of wind—beautifully depicting each stark shade of existence at its infallible best,

They were pages which were a royal blend of amazing editorial dexterity and talent extraordinaire—which ignited even the most dormant arenas of the brain to perceive beyond the definitions of pragmatic time,

They were pages which truly proved that the whole world was your audience—whilst you were the sole magician on stage; to mesmerize, enchant and overpower the impossible in your tiny fist,

They were pages which coined miraculously new levels of human endurance and possibility—unveiling a boundless new dimensions to every sealed opportunity of life,

They were pages which were true patriots till their very last breath and beyond—not only saluting their beloved soil; but portraying its most undefeated essence to the entire world outside,

They were pages which increased your conviction to lead life multifold with each read---triggered each ingredient of your blood to do something uniquely exuberant—and do it now,

They were pages which conquered over even the most invisible trace of the devil and lies—with the most spectacularly charismatic adventures of victory—that mankind has ever witnessed,

They were pages from India's best book of Records : " The Limca Book of Records" ranked only 2nd officially to the Guinness Book of World Records—highlighting the very best from amongst a billion Indians-- year after year after year of the most unbelievably spectacular living achievement,

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

(c)(r)copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

* The Limca Book of Records can be visited at:
www.coca-colaindia.com/limca_book_of_records or www.limcabookofrecords.in
 
 
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