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Limca Book of Records confirm Indian Poet Nikhil Parekh’s 7th and 8th National Records in Poetry .

* The Limca Book of Records ( Ranked only 2nd officially to the Guinness Book of World Records and India’s best book of Records ) have confirmed Nikhil Parekh’s 7th and 8th National Records in Poetry . These would be published in the year 2011 edition of the prestigious Limca Book of Records .

The National Records confirmed are for -

-> ” Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films at Youtube.com (The World’s largest video sharing website)”.

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Several of Parekh’s Poems have now been made into Short Films of Five minutes to Ten minutes Duration . These have been Directed by Charles Kluesener in the U.S . Music to the Films has been given by Award Winning American Music Composer Justin Durban .

The Poems can be watched as Films at Youtube.com ( The World’s largest video website ) at -
http://poetrymovies.blogspot.com . These can also be found at http://youtube.com as you search for ” Nikhil Parekh ” here .

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-> “Being the 1st Indian Poet to be featured for his Poetry Book “Love versus Terrorism- Poems on Anti Terror, Peace” at Wattpad.com – The World’s most popular ebook community and largest website for reading books on mobile phones” .
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All of Parekh’s Poetry Books which comprise of nearly 7000 pages of his Poetry, have now been published at Wattpad.com . They can be found here and read in their entirety at – http://www.wattpad.com/user/nikhilparekh .

One of his Poetry Book “Love versus Terrorism- Poems on Anti Terror, Peace, Love Brotherhood” ( 610 pages) , has been featured at their website making him the First Indian Poet to be Featured at Wattpad .

The direct webpage to read this entire book at their site is -
http://www.wattpad.com/184418-Love-Versus-Terrorism-Poems-on-Anti-Terror-Peace-Love-Brotherhood-by-Nikhil-Parekh .

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 ” .

©®copyright by nikhil parekh . all rights reserved .

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
sonorous silence,

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
creativity,

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
meal ,

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’ .

©®copyright by nikhil parekh . all rights reserved .

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 .

©®copyright by nikhil parekh . all rights reserved .

Parekh’s Fifth National Record with Limca Book of records for “Being First Indian Poet to be published in Mcgill English Dictionary of Rhyme”

Parekh’s Fourth National Record with Limca Book of Records for “Being First Indian Poet to win Poet of Year Award at Canadian Federation of Poets”

Parekh’s Fourth National Record with Limca Book of Records for – “Being First Indian Poet to have won Poet of Year Award at Canadian Federation of Poets, Federationofpoets.com - Canada’s National Poetry Body endorsed by the Governor General of Canada – Her Excellency, The Right Honourable Michelle Jean .

Parekh’s Third National Record with Limca Book of Records for “Being First Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth Newsletter”

* Parekh’s Third National Record with Limca Book of Records for “Being the First Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth Newsletter for his Poem on Aids which is : Aids doesnt kill. Your Attitude kills.”

Parekh’s Second National Record with Limca Book of Records for “Being First Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best Poetry Ebook”

Parekh’s First National Record with Limca Book of Records for- Most number of letters written to and replies received from World Leaders/Organizations

* Parekh’s first National Record with the Limca Book of Records, India for - ” Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most number of replies from World Leaders and World Organizations ” .

-> To Browse a selection of Letters from World Leaders and World Organizations to Parekh – including letters from the Queen of England – in patronization and support to his Poetry visit -
http://worldleaderletters.blogspot.com/ .

Page from Limca Book of Records year 2009 featuring Parekh’s Fourth and Fifth National Records in Poetry

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* The above is the Page from the Limca Book of Records 2009 , featuring Parekh’s Fourth and Fifth National Records in Poetry. These are for “-
1) Being First Indian Poet to have won Poet of Year Award at Canadian Federation of Poets- Canada’s National Poetry body endorsed by Governor General of Canada, Right Honorable Michelle Jean

2) Being First Indian Poet to have been published in McGill English Dictionary of Rhyme- The World’s Number 1 English Rhyming Dictionary- for his poem “Come lets embrace our new religion”