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Poems on God, Love, Peace, Anti Terror, Friendship, Life, Death, Mother, Father, Children, Humanity, Environment, Lovers

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This is a 5421 pages Poetry Book .

The Book contains thousands of Nikhil Parekh’s poems on – God, Peace, Love, Friendship, Anti Terrorism, Life, Death, Lovers, Humanity, Mother, Father, Environment, Wildlife, Children, Social Causes , Women empowerment, Poverty, Lovers, Brotherhood .

The book currently has almost a 1.25 million words in it !

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You die , I die – Love Poems – Poetry on Romance, divorce, friendship, lovers

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This is a 1600 pages Poetry book .

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

 

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Dehradun and Mussoorie ( India ) .

A garland of formidably handsome mountains ; royally decked up in
beautifully unparalleled tufts of emerald green vegetation ,

Dense and astoundingly profound clusters of clouds floating in
unfettered abandon ; kissing the farthermost epitomes of the hills
with untold stories of enamoring benevolence ,

Delightfully robust creeks weaving their way in an unabashed freshness
through the rocky swirl ; as they eventually melanged with sobriety at
the rock bottom of the river bed ,

Tantalizing waterfalls of immaculate white froth cascading
majestically into a mist triumphant optimism ; that thoroughly charmed
the spirit of a commercially depraved and impoverished existence ,

Exuberant and curved lanes through the gigantic slopes that
rhapsodically led a beleaguered traveler to one of his most cherished
destinations ; in an adventure towards exhilarating righteousness ,

Fiercely mischievous monkeys gnawing at fruits of myriad shapes and
proportions – feasting at those occasional succulent crumbs hurled by
children – without giving a trifle damn to vehicles that whizzed past
at whirlwind speeds ,

Sporadic thunderstorms accompanied with indomitably passionate streaks
of silver lightening ; that triggered unmatched infernos of desire
through the solitariness of untainted valley ,

An instantaneous spell of torrential rain whilst sipping marvelous hot
tea in the garden ; which to the utter and incredulous amazement
yielded impeccable white pearls of the seasons virgin snow ,

An entire Herculean maze of tall trees that constituted the royal
approach to the spectacular city ; an entrenchment so thickly foliated
; that it was here that wildlife existed to its unhesitatingly
glorious best ,

An unprecedented chill in the atmosphere as the night romantically
descended in the pristine gorge ; and the woolens which had become so
obsolete in the sweltering city now snatched impromptu from the
innermost corners of the suitcase,

Unbelievably tall peaks clad in frosty coats of ice ; looming large
and phlegmatically into the distant horizons as the car entered and
swerved sharply towards the last motorable patch on the
extraordinarily tenacious rock ,

A gloriously golden dawn which brought alongwith it an optimistic
desire to excel for the cause of goodness and truth – as the
invincible fireball of Sun brilliantly empowered the surface of earth
with the light of love and friendship,

Gregarious grass buds sensuously draped in dew ; with frogs joyously
scampering through the plush lawns – as nimble feet indisputably
relished their compassionate stroll on the ground after ages ; early
morning ,

Tourists flocking from different parts of the globe ; at their
vibrantly colorful best ; cherishing the verdant landscapes and that
steeped to incomprehensibly surreal heights – ultimately ending into
bits of ebullient open space,

A veritable treat for true lovers who philandered and flirted in
compassionate desire ; on a land which was replete with sumptuously
ecstatic adventure and a serenity that befitted perfect camaraderie ,

Poets , writers – described the town’s imperious beauty in verses,
essays,  that stupendously enthralled – and artists ; sculptors ;
delivered their fantabulous best – amidst the awe-inspiring natural
environment which mollified the tiniest of apprehension,

A panoramically adorable facilitator of peace – making the most
spitefully vengeful wholesomely shunt war and abominable hatred –
embrace the fellow living being in the essence of true brotherhood ,

The palatial house of my wonderfully impressive grandparents where I
spent some of the most victorious moment of my childhood – without
worrying or contemplating an ounce on the vagaries of the pompously
spurious society,

I salute my revered and sacrosanct birthplace – ‘ Dehradun ’ and the
imposingly towering queen hills of Mussorrie .

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Love Poem – because she had made my food with love .

It definitely wasn’t because of the tantalizingly appetizing aroma that graciously wafted through mundane wisps of nothingness – fomenting a new found hunger to greedily gobble till the very last non – existent bit ,

It irrefutably wasn’t because of the ravishingly royal appearance that engulfed it with a princely charm to swoon for – the succulent layers of nutrition that made the tongue salivate longingly in anticipation of the tiniest of contact ,

It intransigently wasn’t because of the fact that the day had been overwhelmingly exhausted and famished – prompting an ecstatic push for the dining table as soon as the footsteps reached the threshold of gregariously sweet home ,

It dogmatically wasn’t because of the sumptuous fillings of delicately dribbling curry that painstakingly cascaded from the main course – suddenly empowering the desire to symbiotically exist with counterpart man on earth ,

It irretrievably wasn’t because of the multitude of culinary embellishments that adorned its periphery – making it resemble a platter served in the choicest of castles and to the most magnificently invincible of Kings and Queens on planet earth ,

It certainly wasn’t because it triggered an optimistically artistic desire of sketching unparalleled beauty around you – with its lavishly grand helpings sensitively strewn and blended raw with rustic fruit ,

It intractably wasn’t because of its astoundingly rich nutritious value highly recommended by the best in their respective fields – that could wonderfully replenish and gorgeously harness the deteriorating bones of aged existence ,

It truly wasn’t because its enamoring recipe had won virtually every conceivable International award and felicitation – before pompously filling in the barren recesses of the famished plates laid rather nonchalantly on the dinner table ,

It irrevocably wasn’t because of hype and mystery enshrouding it that had culminated perseveringly as the day had unveiled – with inconspicuous tid – bits and chatter from family members of what was in store for supper adding exorbitantly to the already charged up atmosphere ,

It earnestly wasn’t because it had thrown monotonous strictness out of the window – as the most sonorously disciplined of adults – ravenously indulged into tearing it apart into minuscule pieces of digestion – before eventually swallowing it with unabashed glee ,

It simply wasn’t because it profoundly inspired you to become a poet – interweave and embody verse of the highest perceivable imagination in praise of its compassionate aura ;dainty structure ; texture and transiently adorable charm ,

It sagaciously wasn’t because of the impromptu occasion that transpired because of it being gloriously laid – as members of the family rejoiced and reveled in each other’s company sitting across the table – as the night unfurled in its majestically voluptuous color ,

It obstinately wasn’t because of the uninhibited feast that it provided to fantasizing entities around – as they experienced sheer tranquility after having consumed it – pacifying the most ethereal of their apprehensions with the enrichment of taste ,

It solidly wasn’t because of the spectacular vitality that it permeated the lividly exasperated body with – the same physical form which had decayed into a disheveled heap a little while ago – out of sheer agony and hunger triggered by the parasitic meanness of the mortal world ,

It undoubtedly wasn’t because of the goodwill and extraordinary hospitality that it successfully generated – even as the uncalled for neighborhood urchins were fantastically drawn towards it and ate it ; as if there wasn’t going to be a meal in near future ,

It incorrigibly wasn’t because of the flattery and the untainted adoration that diligently admired my hard work – to be able to earn such a succulent princely spread of eatery at the fag end of the assiduously hard earned day ,

It promisingly wasn’t because of that contented handshake that came from the other side as soon as the meal got over – rendering me in indescribable rhapsody as all measly past differences with my friend were now resolved – and this is exactly what a thoroughly reinvigorating meal had the power to do ,

It really wasn’t because it was a part of that sporadic celebration that happened in moment of joyous triumph – bringing distant family and outsiders irrespective of caste , creed , color and tribe – to relish the marvelously salubrious chunks of home cooked delicacy ,

But I merrily had it , relished it , romanticized about it , savored it to absolute glory – because she had made my food with love .

Love Poetry – Poem for true romance – She really loved you .

She irrefutably loved it when you lavishly admired her toes ; adroitly fitted them with the most tantalizingly silver amulets – that lent sensuous charm to her impoverished existence,

She unbelievably loved it when you gently held her palms – eclectically traced her destiny lines on her velvety skin – added unparalleled meaning to her life with your ecstatic charisma,

She wondrously loved it when you snuggled close to her during when the earthquake struck – were her invincible pillar of support and royally replenished her desire with friendship,

She profoundly loved it when you admired the artistry that unfolded as she descended the rustic steps – and more so because you said that infront of several of your other girlfriends – magnanimously deserving ,

She unhesitatingly loved it when you ran your fingers through her ravishing hair just moistened by fresh first thundershowers of the monsoon – and which ignited her to feel the ecstasy in the wind blowing gustily around ,

She truly loved it when you exhorted her to sit down amidst the bountifully green environs – and then sketched the most immaculately bewildering portrait of her – that all your talent could ever muster,

She uninhibitedly loved it when you shared meal with her in the same plate – which though disintegrated and bohemian – enthralled with the variedly ebullient ingredients of companionship,

She unabashedly loved it when you audaciously shouted at any human who acted deplorably with her – took her far away from the pandemonium of the congested streets – within the fantabulous wilderness of the hills,

She innocuously loved it when you embraced her unassailably close to your chest – humming her most favorite song as your pristine lips grazed her astoundingly gregarious ears,

She compassionately loved it when you mischievously pecked her on the cheek and ran away – soon returned back to dance with her – breaking barriers of caste; creed; color and tribe – to revel in the flames of seductive romance,

She indisputably loved it when you called her amazingly versatile for those inconspicuous toys of different shapes and sizes ; that she’d crafted of clay – empowering the lives of disastrously abandoned children with mellifluous triumph ,

She joyously loved it when you penned an impromptu poem on her – emanating like the natural currents of the frostily virgin waterfall – as she placidly perched herself on the meadow of desire and fantasized for goodness,

She effulgently loved it when you wholesomely shrugged off all your stringent societal formalities infront of her ; divulging your true and unrestricted self to her – which was infact her greatest richness to cherish on this beautiful planet,

She brilliantly loved it when you instantaneously tore a part of your expensive shirt to wrap around her fresh wound – informally carried her on your philanthropic shoulders to her dwelling as she amiably wrapped her arms around you ,

She splendidly loved it when you proposed her out for the best date of her life – and then instead of presenting her with spuriously costly and feckless jewelry – gifted her a letter conveying your truest feelings for her – just as the Sun royally set and the magnificently phlegmatic night arrived,

She adorably loved it when you sincerely applauded her inimitably melodious voice – which won over prejudice with its naturally articulate tune of love – mesmerized the fabric of humanity towards an optimistically benevolent tomorrow,

She fabulously loved it when you fearlessly and most gladly traversed with her to the places she wanted – rendering her the most vibrantly faithful company that she could ever perceive of – and your artistic wittiness ensuring that she merrily jostled towards undefeated positivity,

She unquestionably loved it when you kissed her – and the enamoring sweetness of your togetherness – which then propounded a unique proposal infront of the world – that which was of the ‘Religion of humanity’ ,

But inspite of all this – she would still hate you if you didn’t say the real thing pretty soon – those majestically unconquerable words to solemnize your sincerity and truthful relationship – those unmatched pearls of joy which were one of the most ultimate mortal gifts in a girl’s existence – those blissfully bonding words that so gloriously resuscitated the various desolate pathways of life – those alphabets which were ofcourse – “ I Love you ” .

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Let them get married .

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
contours .

Shouldn’t he have opted for that clandestinely charming hair dye –
transforming his unruly strands from a nondescript black to a majestic
red?
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
vicinity?
Shouldn’t she have left her eyes beautifully bare and in their rustic
glory – rather than unnecessarily smudging them with abominable
mascara.

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
choice .

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
hype ?
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
pastimes .

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
grace ,

Therefore give them a break . Let them get married .

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