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By
Nikhil Parekh
Author Biography
Nikhil Parekh , ( born August 27 , 1977 ) , from Ahmedabad ,
India - is a Love Poet and 10 time National Record holder for his
Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India limcabookofrecords.in , which is India's Best Book of Records ,
also Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of
World Records . He is an author of - ' LONGEST BOOK written
by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY ' , which has a Print Length
of 5254 pages on the Amazon Kindle .
The Poet's style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never
ever been written before or experimented on the mortal planet
by any mortal . Though his Poetry / literature is normal and
natural .
10 National Records held by Parekh with the Limca Book of
Records India are for
CONTENTS
1. THE NOBLE CITIZENS OF TOMORROW
2. THE CHAPTER OF EXISTENCE
3. TRYING TO HIDE DEEPER
4. ASTOUNDINGLY SENSITIVE PART 2
5. DONT YOU DARE O! DEVIL
6. TWO WOMEN
7. THE SON OF MY MOTHER.
8. AT YOUR TIMELESSLY DIVINE FEET
9. WHY NOT MOTHERS INITIALS?
10. IMMORTAL MOTHER
11. IMMORTAL BONDING
12. I STILL PROFOUNDLY REMEMBER
13. THE FIRST CRIES
14. KAVYA THE AFTERNOON OF 2nd APRIL
15. HER NEW BORN HEARTBEATS
16. INFATUATION
17. KAVYA- MY NEW BORN DAUGHTER
18. KAVYA
19. DEAR DADDY
And over and above all; watch these tiny angels grow in the
future decades yet to unveil; harness handsomely and with
irrefutable conviction into the noble citizens of tomorrow.
6. TWO WOMEN
O! Yes; there were definitely two women in my life; both of
whom for me were the most ecstatically ravishing entities; on
this fathomlessly enchanting Universe,
O! Yes; there were definitely two women in my life; both of
whom for me were the most unbelievably artistic and poignantly
sensitive entities; on this boundlessly enamoring Universe,
O! Yes; there were definitely two women in my life; both of
whom for me
were the most unsurpassably surreal and limitlessly fantasizing
entities; on
this timelessly enthralling Universe,
Those freshly budding crusts of her teeth might seem too nimbly
unwarranted for the world to comprehend; occasionally getting
stuck with the robust pinks of her tiny tongue,
But each ardent chattering of theirs; impregnated my
impoverished visage with a tenacity so invincibly resolute; that
no other chattering on this gargantuan
Universe; could ever dream to bequeath.
Those nostrils of hers might seem too lividly inconsequential for
the world to comprehend; at times making her minuscule bundle
in the cradle invisible; to even the most stringently brilliant of
light outside,
But each aristocratic breath of theirs; enshrouded my
lugubriously dwindling persona with such astounding
exuberance; that no other breath on this scintillating Universe;
could ever visualize to bequeath.
And those heartbeats of hers might seem too capriciously
evanescent to the world outside; at times making it difficult for
strangers to discern as to whether she was lifeless or vibrantly
alive,
But each immortal bonding of theirs; made each element of my
traumatically beleaguered life blossom with so much
unconquerable love; that no other bonding on this tireless
Universe; could ever cogitate to bequeath.
unassailable truth,
The afternoon of 2nd April was exhilaratingly adventurous; as
torrentially frosty winds of timelessness; ecstatically gushed past
the unsurpassably grandiloquent landscapes,
The afternoon of 2nd April was incredulously mystical; as the
endless undulations of the ravishing forests; incessantly
reverberated; with an ocean of melodious
nightingale sounds,
The afternoon of 2nd April was magically articulate; as an
incomprehensible of gregarious spiders; rhetorically spun
dwellings of pure silk; within lightening seconds of time,
The afternoon of 2nd April was insurmountably passionate; as
insatiably infatuated lovers; took clandestine reprieve behind the
honey drenched meadows; to have the most tantalizing time of
their lives,
The afternoon of 2nd April was overwhelmingly sacrosanct; as
young ones replenished their bodies to the most unprecedented
limits; amiably bouncing in the
lap of their divinely mothers,
The afternoon of 2nd April was splendidly persevering; each
instant of the tickling clock; unfurled into a river of marvelously
well deserved sweat; and
exotically gratifying hard work,
The afternoon of 2nd April was eternally vibrant; as the winds of
magnanimous graciousness; compassionately embraced all
those; engulfed with treacherous
misery and traumatized pain,
The afternoon of 2nd April was seductively whispering; as the
boundless fleet of fish and celestially rising waves; congenially
kissed till times immemorial,
The afternoon of 2nd April was unshakably invincible; as
Omnipresent Gods in the cosmos; magnificently feasted upon all
16. INFATUATION
Your impeccably fascinating and nimble lids; had infatuated my
despicably tyrannized eyes; to such an overwhelmingly profuse
extent,
That they had forgotten to disdainfully cry; shrugging the winds
of brutally traumatized anguish; forever and ever and ever.
Your freshly budding crusts of immaculately clattering teeth; had
infatuated my pathetically gloomy lips; to such an unimaginably
unprecedented extent,
That they had forgotten even the most diminutive definition of
painstaking sadness; perennially blossoming into cloudbursts of
ebullient laughter.
Your rhapsodically tinkling and tranquilly dangling lobes; had
infatuated my drearily dwindling ears to such a profoundly
unconquerable extent,
That they had completely relinquished the ocean of diabolically
manipulative sound forever; poignantly blending their fading
senses; with the entrenchment of
bountifully panoramic atmosphere.
Your celestially innocuous and mesmerizing dimples; had
infatuated my nervously writhing neck to such an irrevocably
overpowering extent,
That it incorrigibly refrained to maneuver even the slightest
towards salaciously evil; fabulously enshrouding itself with the
heavenly fruits of eternally ravishing creation.
Your magically resplendent and supremely tiny palms; had
infatuated my penuriously staggering fingers; to such an
Omnisciently miraculous extent,
That they unequivocally quit even the most infinitesimally insipid
iota of evil; invincibly bonding with all philanthropically
symbiotic mankind.
Your wonderfully regale and twinkling feet; had infatuated my
morbidly wavering footsteps; to such an incomprehensibly
exuberant extent,
18. KAVYA
There was such an Omnipotence in those impeccably
mesmerizing eyes of hers; that made even the most exuberant
winds of rhapsody; wholesomely drift their course towards her
charismatic contours,
There was such marvelous innocence in those immaculately
silken lips of hers; that made even the most brilliantly flaming
beams of the Sun; salute her in uninhibitedly unending unison,
There was such endless euphoria in those robustly crimson
cheeks of hers; that made even the most voluptuously tantalizing
beauty of this colossal planet; bow down in humbly unparalleled
adulation,
There was such alluring enigma in those poignantly everlasting
smiles of hers; that made even the most ebulliently frolicking
meadows on this fathomless earth; stoop down in profusely
unconquerable adoration,
There was such natural incoherence in those celestial wails of
hers; that made even the most tumultuously compassionate
thunderbolts of clouds in unprecedented
sky; to torrentially shower down their benign blessings upon the
entire human
race; for times immemorial,
There was such bountiful vivacity in that vividly enamoring and
innocuous stride of hers; that made even the most princely
whirlpools of desire; unabashedly crown her as the ultimate
mantra to eternal success,
There was such heavenly artistry in those unbelievably rhetoric
and minuscule fingers of hers; that made even the most
unfathomable cradles of versatility; overwhelmingly applaud her
in awe-struck splendor,
Enough has been said and preached about the Mother of the
house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the rooms of this
dwelling; would never have been embedded
with luxurious luminosity; which all members profoundly
relished all their lifetime,
Enough has been said and saluted about the Mother of the
house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the driveways of this
dwelling; would never have been deluged with bountiful
prosperity; which celestially circulated through the hearts of one
and
all; alike,
Enough has been said and patronized about the Mother of the
house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the commercial
ambitions of all; would never have been so
sumptuously placated; imparting them with a chance to embrace
even the most bizarrely remote of their dreams,
Enough has been said and advocated about the Mother of the
house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; sagacious knowledge
of this Universe; would never have entered this dwelling; with
the mantra of ignorance is bliss; being the only jargon till
eternity,
Enough has been said and idolized about the Mother of the
house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the infants of this
dwelling; would never have been able to get the most majestic
education; miserably buckling under the whirlwind of poverty
and insanity,
Enough has been said and prayed about the Mother of the
house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the boundaries of this
dwelling; would never have been able to bear; the acrimoniously
appalling abuse of the uncouth society outside,
Enough has been said and highlighted about the Mother of the
house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the floors of this
dwelling; would never have been able to
so handsomely withhold; the unfathomable demands of
pampered brats around,
Enough has been said and idolized about the Mother of the
house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the winds of this
dwelling; would never have been so royally subjected; to an
unsurpassable fortress of flamboyantly dynamic exuberance;
perennially diffusing from your stride,
Enough has been said and talked about the Mother of the house;
had it not been for you dear Daddy; the regal grandiloquence of
this dwelling; would never have remained so invincible; with the
parasitic world outside insatiably longing to devastate each of its
brick,
Enough has been said and revered about the Mother of the
house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the flowers of this
dwelling; would never have bloomed so radiantly; with all
inevitably busy in their own conquests; failing to water them so
magnificently as you did unflinchingly each day; with the Sun
transcending over the rosy horizons,
Enough has been said and symbolized about the Mother of the
house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the clothes of this
dwelling; would have never been so
immaculately spotless; with the ruthless planet outside fervently
waiting to
envelop them in bloodbaths of abhorrent war,
Enough has been said and cherished about the Mother of the
house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the plates of this
dwelling; would never have been so aristocratically replenished;
with the ungainly famished earth outside unsparingly
commencing its vicious atrocity; upon our obliviously innocent
blood,
Enough has been said and sung about the Mother of the house;
had it not been for you dear Daddy; the sweat in this dwelling;
would never have glistened in such extraordinarily timeless
perseverance; with all invidiously lazing without realizing the
actual value of life,
Enough has been said and cheered about the Mother of the
house; had it not been for you dear Daddy; the enthusiasm in
this dwelling; would never have been so ebulliently prolific; with
In the lap of the fountain pen; there was colored ink; granting
profound impetus to words; molding them to beautiful
calligraphy,
In the lap of the deep well; there was stagnant water; which was
deftly evacuated by humans to quench their insatiable thirst,
In the lap of prejudice; there lived disdainful hatred; which was
its obvious manifestation,
In the lap of the dictionary; there were infinite words finely
embodied; granting us
the privilege of communication,
In the lap of the city gutter; lay fetid sewage giving rise to the
most unbearable of stench,
In the lap of a cigarette there was bountiful tobacco; which
produced carcinogenic smoke when consumed,
In the lap of omnipotent God; there lay the entire universe; with
a fleet of organisms diligently executing their tasks,
And in the lap of my mother; there resided perpetual care; the
love that no price on this earth could purchase.
23. 9 MONTHS
9 months of painstaking labor,
9 months of confinement in Luke warm recesses of womb,
9 months of parasitic nourishment from mother food,
9 months of luxury cushioning in chambers of slime,
9 months of oblivion from vagaries of life,
9 months of proximity with rich mass of intestine,
9 months of blissful sleep sheltered from light,
9 months of swim in bountiful fluid encapsulating body,
9 months of gentle caress by her hands occasionally gliding over
inflated part of her belly,
9 months of complete suspension in elastic skin pouch,
9 months of developing skin and formation of calcium bone,
9 months of perpetual ecstasy moving tiny legs and hands,
9 months of incessant heat ensuring future health,
9 months of carrier comfort in perambulators of flesh,
9 months of pitch dark existence with blurred premonitions of
beautiful mother,
9 months of perspiration blending profusely with gastric juice,
9 months of anxious wait for an encounter with all living and
created,
the time is up; multiple day wait seems concluded,
dazzling light of the sun blinds me in entirety,
compassionate soft hands of my mother raise me to the
Almighty,
29. FATHERHOOD
I will never caress skin other than yours till the time I breathed
my last breath; disdainfully shrugging the very prospect of
ravishing complexion under my
nonchalant frowns,
And if ever I did; it will only be your river of mesmerizing
perspiration; freshly born once again.
I will never fondle hair other than yours till the time I breathed
my last breath; disregarding the most titillating conglomerate of
silk; like infinite mosquitoes descending from the sky,
And if ever I did; it will only be your blanket of stupendously
enchanting eyebrows; freshly born once again.
I will never drown in any voice other than yours till the time I
breathed my last breath; massacring even the most exotic trace
of sound hovering in untamed
vicinity,
And if ever I did; it will only be your melodious ocean of poignant
tunes; freshly born once again.
I will never frolic with a persona other than yours till the time I
breathed my last breath; sequestering myself in wholesome
oblivion amidst the juggernaut of boisterous activity in this
chaotic world,
And if ever I did; it will only be your innocuously divine progeny;
freshly born
once again.
I will never worship footsteps other than yours till the time I
breathed my last breath; perennially closing my ears to the most
ravenously rhapsodic maidens in this boundless Universe,
And if ever I did; it will only be your incredulously royal shadow;
freshly born
once again.
I will never blend with palms other than yours till the time I
breathed my last breath; blowing all magnetic touch lingering in
the atmosphere; under the languid yawns which entrenched my
mouth,
And if ever I did; it will only be your cavalcade of profusely
impeccable destiny lines; freshly born once again.
I will never mingle with breath other than yours till the time I
breathed my last breath; remaining as stoical as white ice; even
as the most fabulous of seductresses overwhelmed me with their
charismatic fragrance,
And if ever I did; it will only be your flurry of insurmountably
passionate gasps; freshly born once again.
I will never love any heart other than yours till the time I
breathed my last breath; standing like an invincible fortress
against the most inevitable of alluring assaults,
And if ever I did; then it will only be your everlasting paradise of
pulsating beats; freshly born once again.
You were the ones who defended me against the most diabolical
of foes; selflessly beheading your scalps; to witness me sprout
into an unfathomable fountain of
happiness,
You were the ones who stood with me for the love of my life;
spending your entire existence in dilapidated dungeons of
penance; for the plethora of misdeeds I might have unwittingly
committed in my quest for the ultimate summit,
You were the ones who laughed when I laughed; cried when I
cried; relinquishing your fathomless list of personal ambitions; to
make me eat the fruits that I wanted,
You were the ones who followed me like an incorrigible shadow;
in good times as well as bad; even though I snubbed you
sometimes with cloudbursts of irascible
pertinence,
You were the ones who perpetually remained my friends for
centuries incomprehensible; even as those closest to me stabbed
me insidiously with
dagger heads of prejudice,
You were the ones who were immortal angels; having not only
given me birth and your name; but harnessing each part my
persona till date; with your breath; your
heart; your very own blood,
And even if I assimilated the entire wealth on this earth; it would
still prove a fraction too frugal in front of your divinely
countenance; instead I proudly proclaim to the entire Universe;
that you would always remain; my Godly parents.
38. MY SON
He was one inconspicuous entity in this entire planet; for whom I
could sacrifice all the wealth which I had arduously assimilated
till date,
He was one magnificent angel cuddling the silken sheets; for
whom I could relinquish every iota of smile; lingering
uninhibitedly in my persona,
He was one fountain of mesmerizing emotions; for whom I could
remain famished without a single droplet of water; all marathon
night and flaming day,
her voice,
Some called her a poignantly tangy wave; profusely enlightening
the gruesomely pallid atmosphere around; with the incredulous
euphoria in her ravishing stride,
Some called her an unfathomably enigmatic wind; that
mystically tingled countless of impoverished souls; in the
heavenly swirl of her compassionately diffusing breath,
But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother; feeding it
with celestial granaries of impeccable milk; and loads of
overwhelmingly silken warmth.
Some called her a gloriously alluring pack of metamorphosing
cards; enthusing boundless with the magic in her triumphant
smile,
Some called her an insurmountably nubile vixen; voraciously
drowning even the most lecherously monotonous; in an untamed
thunderbolt of never ending raw desire,
Some called her a fabulously evading mirage; captivating even
the most insensitively alien; in the ingratiating aroma that
lingered incomprehensibly around each of her vivacious senses,
Some called her an unsurpassable carpet of marvelously scarlet
roses; profoundly illuminating every dwindling path that she
tread on; with the philanthropic divinity enshrouding her
immaculate conscience,
But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother; cuddling
its tuft of innocuously heavenly hair indefatigably throughout the
day; sequestering it from the even most infinitesimal of evil
every moment of the disastrously horrendous night.
Some called her an unparalleled magician; metamorphosing
every shattered heart that she caressed; into an enthralling
paradise which kissed the realms of eternity,
Some called her an irrefutably bestowing fairy Goddess; fulfilling
every wish of the despicably shivering and miserably penurious,
Some called her an exuberantly swimming mermaid; deluging
the invidiously pathetic gloom around; with her unbelievably
enamoring charisma and tinkling footsteps,
Some called her a panacea for even the most devastatingly
debilitated disease; impregnably finding reprieve under nothing
else on this planet; but
her magnanimously showering palms,
But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother; sacrificing
everything in her life; to witness it eternally blossom into the
most invincibly unflinching entity alive.
Some called her a fantasy come true for all births; tickling the
most inner most dormitories of the ludicrously bedraggled mind;
with optimistic hope and intrepidly soaring adventure,
Some called her a neverending heartthrob; royally making them
feel the most opulent organisms ever alive; as they perpetually
bonded with her flamboyantly pulsating festoon of rhythmic
beats,
Some called her a gorgeously blissful experience; rejuvenating
their obsoletely remorseful blood; with the unconquerable
exhilaration of life,
Some called her reflection that triggered fathomless whirlpools
of insatiable yearning; coining a whole new chapter of
mesmerizing existence,
But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother; keeping it
incessantly close to her womb; bequeathing upon it all the
tenacity in this world to survive; even after she veritably died.
The rain was eclectically artistic; and so was my new born baby
daughter; weaving a cosmos of unparalleled beauty; with the
egalitarian compassion in her eyes for every caste; creed; race;
color and tribe,
The rain was timelessly victorious; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
forever winning the hearts of every conceivable entity on this
unceasing planet; with her impregnably selfless love for all living
kind,
The rain was ubiquitously a superstar; and so was my new born
baby daughter;
transcending every boundary of worthless discrimination; to
tirelessly exult in the profoundly unstoppable glory of panoramic
creation,
The rain was fearlessly intrepid; and so was my new born baby
daughter; poignantly exploring every exhilarating path of life;
interminably following nothing else but the inner most voices of
her benign heart,
The rain was universally amiable; and so was my new born baby
daughter; compassionately coalescing with any entity around
her venerated visage; who
gave her a gregarious smile,
And the rain was insuperably Immortal; and so was my new born
baby daughter;
disseminating only the beats of love; love and Immortally
princely love; every time her Godly heart throbbed in her tiny
chest.
But the job of the Parents just doesnt end at giving birth to the
innocuous
infant; just doesnt end even after harnessing it with their very
own blood to face the acrimonious world outside; just doesnt
end even at equipping it every conceivable comfort on this
Universe; just doesnt end even after they veritably died; as they
continue to Omnisciently enlighten it from their heavenly abode;
far away from the torturous devil and forever towards the path
of amiably synergistic righteousness
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 piggyback,
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
The End .