Poetry by Love Poet Nikhil Parekh at LiveJournal.com

Food and its unbelievable power .

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 18:12:03 GMT

It made a person irrefutably realize his / her true stature on this earth – which was nothing infront of the Almighty Lord – as morsels were gobbled with raw humanitarian fervor and then even the most mature of body exultated in child-like delight,

It made people forget deplorably miserly discrepancies of caste; creed; color and religion over its tantalizingly sumptuous aroma,

It naturally impregnated a wretchedly war-infested environment – with the charm of an existence replete with symbiotic health and prosperity,

It gathered hordes of hungry stomachs and palettes into uninhibited camaraderie – as they sat in compassionate unity to devour its quintessential morsels for survival,

It melted even the most indiscriminately traumatic persona which lambasted the innocent – with its succulently impeccable taste which was a harbinger of bountiful humanity,

It fascinated the young and the old with its astounding freshness and vitality – which very soon blended with the fabric of existence after the gratifying bite,

It put all hostility and that desire to ruthlessly conquer to blissful sleep – as it made its way most naturally and ravishingly into the extraordinarily emaciated intestine,

It proved the most stupendously inadvertent excuse to meet up at just about any time of the day – and that too triggering that smile of satisfaction upon the lips relishing it,

It reinvigorated fading muscle and bone with indispensable boost to lead life Kingsize – bond and embrace the most alien of neighbor with the power of fortuitous love,

It metamorphosed pulverized failures into the champions of a fresh optimistic dawn – rendering in them the unabashed fortitude to stand up for the cause of unparalleled righteousness,

It rekindled the rays of desire in pathetically shriveled bloodstreams – as the living kind made merry; whispered; chatted and blended into the river of love with a new found hope to procreate,

It worked as a balm of compassionate friendship upon those haplessly aggrieved and lamenting the loss of their near and dear – as the chapter of death inevitably occurred when destined,

It was something that rendered all spurious demonstrations of power and wealth on earth utterly useless – as even the richest of all humans melanged with those begging on the roadside - to consume it ; as disasters like the earthquake struck,

It not only helped people earn livelihood as they cooked; garnished; packed and transported it – but added an indomitable aura of satisfaction to their lives as they served it to all those in dire need of it,

It miraculously helped in mollifying the most hoarsely wailing children – nourishing them with the gift of harmony - to evolve into the philanthropically noble citizens of tomorrow,

It prompted dialogues of peace and benevolent betterment even before armies could cross sides – as they preferred to arrive to a harmonious consensus of love and togetherness – after eating to their unbridled content,

It was a universal need that naturally arose at some time or the other in everyone irrespective of any religion or tribe; impregnably indicating that we’re all created by the same God and infront of him; nothing ,

It cultivated this most wonderfully altruistic habit of eating in the same plate ; as its irresistibly appetizing grandeur instilled the basic tenets of selflessness and humanitarian care ,

Such was food and its unbelievable power.

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Proud of my Father . Happy Birthday to you .

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 15:02:18 GMT

A dynamite of blazing optimism as the steps tread resolutely upon hapless floor ,

Majestic bristles of grey engulfing a handsomely robust jawline ,

Raw bundle of energy compounded with fearless streaks of adventure to clamber the mountain,

An unparalleled commitment to each project undertaken ; to take it to an honest success ,

A desire to excel in whatever stage life offered ; without the tiniest of enviousness towards others who were better off ,

Thorough professionalism which never got office work to home ; relishing the verdant landscapes of the lawn with a rejuvenating stroll ,

A flamboyant charmer with unmatched talking skills ; that converted the most dogmatic “ No “ into a mesmerizing “ Yes “,

Sheer astuteness compounded with an unbiased desire to make it independently ; evolving a lavish civilization from threadbare scratch ,

Rustic truth which earned hostile foes at occasions more than friends ; but which culminated into royally satisfying victory at the end ,

Profound love for the environment and wildlife ; flourishing with mother nature in its lap ; without asserting the slightest of spurious power or might ,

A loyalty to spouse whose examples were cited to household’s in strife ; as an outstanding human saga of real life conviction , faith , understanding and forbearance ,

Hailed as the Supremo of Denim in our very own Manchester of Textiles; Ahmedabad ,

Most importantly a faith in God and his holy messengers which gave him his own inimitable position on mortal earth ; as he happily jostled in his freshly constructed Kingsized farmhouse ,

The man turns 59 years today by the grace of God .
And though I have no regrets of not following his marketing prowess and write Poetry instead . I am still proud to have him as my Father .

Here’s wishing you Daddy a Happy Birthday for today , this gloriously enthralling 25th July , 2009

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Poem - India

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 11:02:23 GMT

I'd like to uninhibitedly beckon you to my vivid and sacrosanct country,

Where rest the insuperable foundations of Mosques; Temples; Churches;
Gurudwaras- devoutly worshipped by millions of people fearlessly
following the religion of their choice and their invincible faith in
God Almighty,

A land replenished with a multicultural blend of traditions and humanity.

A bountiful garden with opportunity to learn; melange; prosper and
embrace myriad traditions that enrich the silhouette with color.

A landscape of uninhibited emotions which reaches to everyone ;
irrespective of caste; creed; color; tribe; religion- with humanism as
its benevolent best,

A kaleidoscope of astounding charm and artistry which enthuses with
its various rustic shades of originality; wildlife sanctuaries; virgin
beaches; and amazingly innocuous craftsmanship,

A platform where even the most alien of visitor feels in the unbridled
lap of compassionate home; where the scent of togetherness and
brotherhood dissect all barriers of language,

A country which has produced the most brilliantly enthralling people
in their own fraternities winning the Nobel Prize, the Olympic Gold
Medal, the Cricket World Cup and the Oscar with mesmerizing aplomb,

A naturally endowed and eclectically blessed empire where true
patriots and soldiers defend their motherland with the utmost pride-
and yet at the same time respect and embrace others with unfettered
open arms- preferring peace over indiscriminately terrorizing war,

Welcome to India .

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A Tribute to the Nobel Prize (NobelPrize.org) – My humble salutations

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 19:55:29 GMT

Wondrously transparent was its grandeur- which enamored the world with
the charm of invincible substance- for the greatest benefit of the
living kind,

Brilliantly optimistic was its presentation- rekindling fresh rays of
hope and compassion in a planet usurped within the mortuaries of a
meaningless war,

Majestically opulent was its flamboyant demeanor- as it ensured that
truth prevailed in its own inimitable aura- and was perseveringly
harnessed from its fragrant roots,

Marvelously resplendent was its victorious trail- reaching out to the
absolute best and awarding symbiotic humanitarian existence with
laurels of humble goodness,

Humanitarianly humble; yet astoundingly mighty were its deeds- as it
accredited the true worth of success and insurmountable achievement-
with the honor it deserved,

Selflessly sensational were its headlines- as people of all religion;
caste; creed and color united under a single roof of unparalleled
love- to congratulate a fresh voice of promise,

Gloriously embracing were its altruistic palms- as it unabashedly
invited the common man as well as the super celebrity to browse its
website- wherein lay the most impeccable pearls of literature on the
most fascinating aspects of existence,

Bounteously charismatic were its foundations- which evolved the most
idealistic civilization of love; peace; friendship; dignity;
integrity; peace and religious equality,

Triumphantly enriching were its medallions- which reinforced faith in
the ability to pursue conviction and let it uninhibitedly fructify
into the fruits of joyous positivity,

Irrefutably fearless were its decisions- as it poignantly accoladed
the most deserving candidates in their respective fields-
wholeheartedly appreciating talent and effort where it royally lay,

Marvelously magnanimous were its ceremonies- where the most intrepid
of laureates had their own inimitably natural opinions- on their
chosen paths in blessed life,

Honestly unbiased were its intentions- as it ingeniously segregated
human fields of achievements into the most outstanding categories-
defining peace; love; brotherhood and the betterment of the living
kind,

Handsomely benevolent were its goals- as it patronized any form of
goodness that lit up besmirched darkness with the profoundly sublime
rays of togetherness and humanity,

Magnetically alluring was its charm- as it broke barriers of
discomfort – facilitating inspired dialogue between you and the
individual they crowned as their esteemed laureate,

Ardently persevering were its ideals- as it embarked on its zealously
fulfilling mission of instilling solidarity amidst humanity- with its
philanthropic commitment to mankind,

Beautifully bonding was its empowering feel- as what transpired at its
prize giving function- was the world feeling more resourcefully
enriched with the goodness of creation,

Indeed it was as “Nobel” as its name which is the “Nobel Prize” .

It can also be further visited at its website – NobelPrize.org .

And as a true citizen of my sacrosanct motherland India- I, Nikhil
Parekh, offer it my humble salutations !

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MY BABY DAUGHTER’S ORIGINALITY.

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 12:55:36 GMT

Not her daintily bountiful feet- which were the source of life in its uninhibited fullest in the brilliantly sunlit household,

Not her incongruous mumbling in the middle of the night; as she restlessly tossed and turned from one periphery of the King poster bed to another,

Not her vividly carefree artistry- which splashed color and gregarious charm – resuscitating fresh life into the solitarily deadened canvas,

Not her streak for emulating fashion- earnestly trying to be a trendsetter in her own pristine self- as she swayed joyfully under the stars in the royally moonlit night,

Not her unpredictable temperament- which flared up at the tiniest of provocation to box everyone around her and then tranquilly quell as a silent stream to eventually merge with the sea,

Not her intriguing genius that captivated the attention of the brightest in the world- as she collaged thin bits of obsolete waywardness to harness new dimensions of creativity,

Not her mischievously uninhibited smile- that led me merrily dancing in the surreal velvet of clouds- envisaging earth the most blessedly beautiful place to be,

Not her inherently philanthropic streak- her magnanimously diminutive persona which donated without inhibition- even whilst the richest of the richest sneered in contempt,

Not her gorgeously unruffled hair which marked her identity as one who loved to play and revel in the glory of enchanting music- occasionally running the hair comb through her dolls,

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 piggy-back,

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 inadvertently with the floor- and then I compassionately circled her in my arms showing her the fecund fields outside,

But what bowled me over. Was my baby daughter’s originality.

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If you cut a tree; You cut your own mother- Poems on Mother Nature, Environment

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 07:36:59 GMT

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This compilation of natural poems is a tribute to infinite elements of Mother Nature in its most glorious form. Each poetic stanza brings out the eternal beauty of the 'Natural Habitat' and proves time and again, that wildlife and nature are the two most quintessential parts of Gods celestial earth. The more Man devastates his own environment to quench his cannibalistic desire, the more he treads on the path to ultimate ruination. Be it an inconspicuous mosquito/leaf/seed or a gigantic human form/tree- by killing either you're committing the greatest sin, because for the Creator every form of life-whether tiny or Herculean is pricelessly equal. One effusively brilliant poem after another, Parekh creates awareness in our burgeoning youth to conserve and protect untamed Environment/Wildlife. The poet exhorts everyone to be blessed with every richness of this planet by letting Nature and Wildlife spawn, just the way it did when the Lord had created this earth millions of years ago.

This book aims at disseminating the message of environment and wildlife conservation in each of its verse which are interwoven with the splendor and sparkle of God's bountiful chapters of creation. Whilst unceasingly describing the naturally panoramic beauty of this Universe--the poems within urge the innocent child in each one of us to come forward, help save the environment. And at the same time be a princely slave of its wonderfully ravishing fragrance, which makes you realize our true mission and roots in life.

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Longest Poem written by Parekh - Only as Life

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 07:36:06 GMT

"Longest Poem written by Parekh- Only as Life" is a 80 Pages Poetry Book

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Longest Poem written by Parekh contains a Herculean, 7389 words, 46257 characters. Composed in his own inimitable style and with stupendous intensity all throughout, the poem is a royal treatise to the chapters of the English language and is the first of its kind evolved in pure poetic verse till the end, unlike many of its contemporaries. The verses within are humble salutations to the boundless chapters of life and love and are a reflection of the poet's brain, bizarrely stretched to the most unprecedented limits. Now available in the form of a book, this singular poem is one of the most outstanding example of thousands of similies encompassed under one roof and delivered to optimum effect. The poem continues to be unparalleled in its length and one of the most unflailingly distinctive of its kind in the universal english poetic fraternity. This book aims at eventually arriving at the veritable meaning of the chapter called 'Life'--interweaving through countless elements and analogies offered by the boundless creations of God--unfurling each instant around us.

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Hide and Seek, Rhyming and Non Rhyming Poems, by Nikhil Parekh

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 07:34:16 GMT

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Parekh's earliest collection of verse. Written in unparallelled fervor, this collection is a delectable blend of topics from 'love' to 'death', probing into countless infinitesimal aspects of existence which make a significant impact to it. The beauty of this compendium lies in its magical brevity at places and in the most mundane things of life around us brought to the fore like a magicians wand, in brilliant poetic flair by Parekh. Contains poems on topics impossible for one to envisage that a poem could be written about such an inconspicuous little thing--but Parekh evolves bountiful rhyme from the word go and coalesces vivacious color in the little tid-bits of the chapter called life to optimum effect. A must read for all those who find color, charm and significance in even the smallest things of life and are enthused by even the most mercurial bit of stray paper loitering around. A poetic tribute to the ordinary, projecting its colorful extraordinary bit to the planet with raw panache.

This book tingles every living being's imagination to fantasize beyond the ordinary. Look at all those meaningful tid-bits around us which have a complete book written in each one of them. All those joyous and unfortunate anecdotes around us which make us blossom into the true spirit of existence; into the amazing celebration of omnipotent life.

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Poetry Book- The Power of Black- Poems on Children, No Smoking, Unity, Humanity, Social Causes

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 07:33:36 GMT

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The poet has eternally believed that even the most inexplicable of sorrow can be projected as well as alleviated via the power of magical poetry. Wondrously implementing the same in this soothing compendium of poems--Parekh brings to the fore various evils lingering in the society and tries to cure them offering the balm of poetry. The poems contained within are starkly explicit and poignantly debate on various global social causes like female foeticide, blindness, smoking, molestation, adopting the girl child, hiv-aids discrimination..etc. In a battle of adroit analogies the poet emphatically portrays even the tiniest of social evil and urges mankind to rise above the same. Poetically he tries to unite hearts all across the Universe in the spirit of love, oneness and compassion to give birth to a renaissance against evil and unjustness. This victorious concoction of poems would appeal to all those who've so selflessly fought for a social cause and to uproot evil forever from the fabric of society.

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Poetry Book- The Womb, Poems on Womb, Mother, Father, Parenthood, by Nikhil Parekh

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 07:32:27 GMT

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A flurry of poetic concoctions dedicated to the ever-pervading woman and mother. Profoundly saluting her love, compassion and resolute grit as she evolves a diminutive infant into a powerhouse of talent, into a complete individual. The poems in the collection are humble salutations to the essence of Parenthood, to the unbelievable depths of sacrifice that a mother resorts whilst bringing up her child right since its inception in the womb. Each poem reveres the 'godly womb' as the source of all creation that has ever been. This book in itself is the most befitting tribute to the agonizing odysseys of parents as they nourish their children---and children as they grow up as the most powerful angels of God to stupefy all humanity with their inherent charm. A quintessential read for every parent or parent to be, it brings out the charm of creation since the very first breath. The verses within bountifully poeticize every unbridled mischief of a child with its beloved parents.

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Poetry Book- Life = Death, Poems on Life and Death, by Nikhil Parekh

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 07:31:24 GMT

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This enigmatic collection of poems explores and equates the boundless possibilities of life and death and delves into each intricate inexplicability of survival. Parekh's roving philosophical eye brings the unconquerable richness of life to the fore and yet at the same time explicitly highlights the veracity of 'death' as the absolute certainty of every existence. The poet joyously celebrates the occasions of both life and death with equal panache in each poetic stanza sewn with the uncanny mysteries of this Universe. The poems within immortalize both life and death as the ultimate victories and the two most contrastingly amazing and divine sides of creation. Catapulting the reader to the threshold of ultimate ecstasy; they bring about an impromptu twist with the closure of breath and what lies beyond. This charismatically woven collection of poetic verse would equally enamor the narcissist as well as the simple humanitarian to the core.

This book is a humble attempt to enlighten the readers with the equality of life and death--and to live in both of them to the most unparalleled fullest. Embracing only the religion of humanity, as the Lord has commanded every living being on earth. You cant die in life and cant live in death--each of these components are irrefutably equal in every respect and should be worshipped with due obeisance.

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Poetry Book- You die; I die- Love Poems, Poems on Romance, Lovers, Divorce, Friendship, by Nikhil Pa

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 07:28:38 GMT

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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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Poems on God, Love Poems, Environment Poems, Peace Poems , Poems on Life, Death, Lovers

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 07:24:19 GMT

This Poetry Collection is a 5400 pages Poetry Book authored by Nikhil Parekh

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The Book contains thousands of Nikhil Parekh’s poems on God, The womb, Peace, Love, Life, Death, Lovers, Unity, Humanity, Anti Terror, Environment, Wildlife, Global Warming, Friendship. Font sizes and spacing have been kept minimal in the Poetry Book PDF file here to cater to viewer/reader specifications. The same, if used a trifle liberally and catering to industry standards- this Poetry Book which is almost a 5400 pages here- would then contain nearly a 7000 to 8000 pages of Parekh’s Poetry!

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Poetry Book- 1 God, Poems on God, Creator, by Nikhil Parekh

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 07:20:05 GMT

"1 God" is a 522 pages Poetry Book

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PROLOGUE-

The compilation of poems depicts the Omniscient Creator in his infinite unconquerable shapes and forms. Goes to irrefutably prove that there is just one Creator, you choose to call him by whatever name--and for everyone one of us till the time we live. This book is a perpetual dedication to Almighty Lord. It quintessentially portrays the splendor of the Almighty Creator in his infinite forms. Goes to victoriously prove at every step, that no matter how hard the devil tries to annihilate the planet--an inconspicuous tap of the Lord's finger makes him crumble to his very last non-existent frigid roots.

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Poems depicting the 'Omnipotent' glory of the Creator in an infinite forms that the poet could ever conceive. Natural and uninhibited outpourings of the heart these poems transport the reader into a world of spirituality and magnificence of Godhead. Every poetic piece shows Parekh's unparalleled love for the Almighty and immortalizes the Omnipresent aura of the Lord in a boundless ways and shapes. This spiritually enriched compendium of poems is for all those who've timelessly admired the miraculous prowesses and powers of God at each stage of their lives. Those who've lived each instant of their lives worshipping his Omniscient grace irrespective of the most murderous hell descending around. The poetic imagery brilliantly transcends over every inhibition of caste, creed, color and religion and goes to perpetually prove that all living beings are one and blessed in his fathomless sacrosanct light of truth. The poems depict Parekh's oneness in mind, body and spirit with the Creator.

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School Bag

Sat, 20 Jun 2009 11:11:11 GMT

They uninhibitedly abused me in their own innocently gathered slangs; terming me an unnecessarily bulky mountain of nothingness,

They scorned at me like I was a piece of rotten charcoal; nonchalantly dismissing me away from their rhapsodic activities for the day,

They told me I was good for nothing but presumptuously preaching them; when they wanted to frolic and play in their mortal capacities,

They admonished me for being a laggard; sauntering at a pace slower than dead stone; at times even seeming like a gargantuan unmovable boulder to their delicate palms,

They indignantly kicked me out of the way; as I appeared a jocular misfit amidst their row, shelf, floor and tub of surreal dolls and majestic toys,

They had the time of the life trying to snap me in entirety from my seams; stealthily poking me with that mischievous scissor using all their might; before mummy had a chance to stringently intervene,

They disdainfully stood over me using me as a perfect bridge; to form a perfect circle with their joyously unfettered hands; hands intertwined in innocuous hands,

They rebelliously dumped stale leftovers of their food; socks; chewing gum; clay; into my forlorn interiors- just to teach me a lesson for burdening their shoulders; on which they wanted to carry their favorite chocolate,

They mockingly used me with gay abandon to scratch wherever they wanted; which gave them that quintessential wave of relief as well as saved their tiny hands the bother,

They impudently held me in their nimble hands criss-crossed in absence of their plastic swords; and flung me with great fervor to see who won in their game of the musketeers,

They taunted me in the most sardonic of their tones for seeming like a piece of junk; whose resting place was infact the dumpyard instead of the delectably cozy realms of their compassionate abode,

They advised me like an adult to find a worthwhile job and be constructively engaged; rather than whiling away my time nagging their inimitably fragrant childhood,

They considered me as the most abominable outsider; shutting me tight into their cupboards as they discussed their secrets and intrepid plans to be consolidated into action soon,

They had me shred into smithereens of insipidness at the tiniest of opportunity; hurling me to the hungry vultures in their backyards to disintegrate and devour,

They vowed not to talk to those who gave me as a Happy Birthday present to them; as they’d rather go without a gift- than involve themselves into the practicality of life with me by their side,

They slapped me most impeccably as only they could do; venting their entire fury on me as a mute spectator; whenever reprimanded by their parents for not doing home-work,

They used me as a perfect punching bag; boxing into my countenance with their uninhibitedly raw palms- emulating their favorite Boxing stars preparing for the big Wrestling day,

Yet. And ironically Yet. The same kids tossed me gleefully the next morning upon their pristine shoulders; marched with unfettered abandon towards their school- hugging me like I was a prince,

No. Incase you assumed that I was something of a royal charmer, let me assure you I wasn’t any of that. But I was what you mortals might’ve addressed as “ SCHOOL BAG” as you grew up by the grace of the Almighty Lord.

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My Darling unfettered Umbrella

Mon, 08 Jun 2009 07:40:34 GMT

It made spell bindingly intriguing shapes in construction sand; as I
thrust its tip with the most nonchalantly uninhibited ease and without
giving a damn,

It brought about unabashed laughter when tickled with in the ribs;
proving an astoundingly great and cost-free playmate to relish life,

It helped me draw wondrously enamoring designs in loosened clay; as I
swished its tip with perseveringly passionate tenacity to reach my
imaginative direction,

It pummeled incongruously delectable holes in the wall; when
sagaciously used to reach the other side of the room; when every other
alternative had failed,

It proved a quintessential humane tool for self-defense; as merely
raising its awkwardly gaunt persona towards an impersonator; made him
retract right back to the entrance gate,

It made an excellently formidable walking stick; with a resolute grip
on stony ground and compassionately fondling the palms with its
bountifully semi-circular end,

It acted as an enchantingly philanthropic pulley in times of duress;
when I offered its tapered tip to people stuck in the flood; that
helped me hoist them to safe places of comfort,

It made one of my most flexibly rejoicing bats; as I used its neatly
serrated body to bludgeon the ball flying towards me; to high and
handsome outside the rickety fence,

It appeared as a wand of practicality in my hands; starkly proclaiming
that I’d like to mind my own business and expect the same from others;
wherever I went,

It made me feel at my youthfully effervescent best; as I tapped it on
cold floor- to the passionately unhindered tunes of the loudspeaker
on the bustling street,

It acted as a rhapsodically make-shift broomstick at times; clearing
unsolicited garbage that spontaneously appeared in the way; swishing
left and right with all its might on sordid road,

It acted as a magnanimously enthralling storage pouch; as I kept all
sorts of meaningful tid-bits and coins in its inner recesses; emptying
the same wholesomely only after reaching the safe environs of home,

It served as a mesmerizing respite against mosquito bite; as one used
its somberly protruding tip to scratch; alleviate the pang of rash
after the obnoxious sting,

It proved an impeccably honest shoulder to lean upon; share; cuddle;
caress and clasp- without expecting the tiniest from me in return; as
the world outside suddenly turned deaf to what I said,

It gave me a feeling that I was holding an unparalleled winners trophy
at times; as I nimbly tread my way to the train holding it invincibly
against my chest,

It gave me a feeling of sparkling newness as I trawled my fingers
through its scintillatingly shiny spokes; which jutted out in
synchronized tandem to define its ebullient outlines,

It was so compassionately adjustable; as it shrunk to almost a quarter
of its size when I closed it; at times even to less than my little
thumb to accommodate like a toy in my pocket,

It snugly hung in almost every corner and wall nail when the time came
to retire for the day; reminding me of the optimistic fervor that I
needed to start a freshly flamboyant dawn,

But I liked it the most when my unfettered Umbrella opened full bloom
at the punch of a button; unfurling the colors of joy of my
impoverished existence; and sequestering me from the acrimonious
afternoon heat just like a new born child.

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Every day- A new gift from the Omniscient Creator

Sun, 24 May 2009 14:45:33 GMT

Without resting an infinitesimal iota on the many peaks that were
conquered with balms of love and compassion; as life crawled at its
own unabashedly spontaneous pace; ahead,

Without basking in the glory of all those adventurous trails that had
led to the lion’s den; only to march out unscathed and unperturbed by
the grace of the Almighty God,

Without whispering much about the insurmountably crackling flames that
were subdued into nothingness; as the foot trampled the very source
into oblivion,

Without paying the tiniest of heed to the most magnanimously committed
acts of charity in recent past; wherein personal pleasures were
vanquished from all quarters to serve afflicted living kind,

Without murmuring even an insouciant trifle about the grandest of
days; when things were served on a bountiful golden platter; even
before they were ardently wished,

Without comparing to those pricelessly adorable moments- when life
seemed to be perfectly poised like an enamoring prince; on the highest
crest of the tantalizing ocean waves,

Without phlegmatically resting on the highest laurels earned in a
chosen field of expertise; which lay the mortal pedestal on a red
carpet and with the crowds cheering on in rapturous delight,

Without savoring the sweetness of a victory which was molded on the
embers of flaming truth; and which paved the way ahead for a whole new
mortal civilization of righteousness,

Without aggrandizing the slightest about the earnest perseverance put
in; to transform every ounce of fantasy into veritable reality for the
globe to admire,

Without curling into the most indigent of hurray for having outwitted
every trace of deceit with the power of infallible innocence; that was
most adorable to the winds of symbiotically united existence,

Without capitalizing on any previous commercial break that came staid
but secure; and which was so quintessential to mollify various desires
of impoverished life,

Without fantasizing the least about those succulent meals which
titillated the tongue so rhapsodically; before being eventually
gobbled with uninhibited gusto to the humane hunger that arose,

Without rekindling the nostalgia that constituted gloriously
impeccable childhood; where food, play, toys and rest; replenished
sparkling life to its joyous and unbridled best,

Without serenading the persona with all the treasuries of gold earned;
which pampered the greedy humane form to its wishes; before it
crumbled into wisps of nothingness when destined by God,

Without opening the closet of the famed circle of luminaries that the
form was associated with; whose influence sorted many mortal messes
within lightening seconds of time,

Without the most measly of flattering to the present demeanor for
having reached this far; transcending every barrier of caste; creed;
religion and color with the religion of inimitable humanity,

Without any reference to the wondrous fertility exhibited; the
ramification of which was a festoon of freshness that unveiled into a
fountain of mesmerizing creativity; by the grace of the Divine,

Without the most parsimonious of congratulation to the astounding grit
with which life was led; winning accolades from even the remotest
quarters of the planet sublime,

Every day was an unparalleled new gift from the Omniscient Creator.
Each Sunrise started fresh. Each morning was a different morning laden
with optimism. Every dawn blossomed with jubilant hope to
symbiotically survive.

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Sweat Bath

Thu, 14 May 2009 05:37:51 GMT

Neither was the most contemporarily powerful of air-conditioner needed; even as the heat outside raced to an unbearable scorch,

Neither was there the most infinitesimal puff of wind that could provide any respite; as time painstakingly crawled to welcome a fresh dawn,

Neither did ice form into mesmerizing cubes even in the deepest freeze; as virtually everything in vicinity was shredded asunder in fiery whirlpools of the afternoon,

Neither did wondrously tantalizing waves of the oceans reach the penurious doorstep; as they were pragmatically speaking - continents and poles apart,

Neither did the most rhapsodically delectable ice-creams and candies cause a diminutive dent; as the blazing heat pulverized the same into frigid pulp-even before they could reach the lips,

Neither did the most mellifluously nostalgic of songs cause an impact- as shades of adulterated humane yellow pierced the atmosphere; as draughts of warm air swept their might,

Neither did the most enchanting of praises reach the ears; as asphyxiating dust and morbid smoke; squandered through a landscape of population with a forlorn will to kill,

Neither did the darkest shades of black tinted glass come to any rescue- as though the dark films sequestered from direct impact; they absorbed heat at the same time to eventually distort beyond recognition,

Neither did the merrily artificial tap of water provide the tiniest of solace; as it soon started to emit hostile steam usurped by the storm of volcanic heat which wavered fiercely around,

Neither did the glass of freshly extracted fruit juice render the slightest of rejuvenation- as it miserably evaporated to reveal the last grains of sugar and salt blended within; as famished palms groped fervently ahead to clutch it,

Neither did snow flakes disdainfully thrown astray by the passing carts create a whiff of cool- as the parched tarmac devoured those few globules of water first; even before any living form dared creep near them,

Neither did the most majestic of castles generate a shy beam of shade; as their walls themselves scorched like a ravaging bulldozer; sulking at the angst that came alongwith the heat- instead of a grain of compassionate comfort,

Neither did the historically quaint well guarantee any beacon of a promise; as when one tread right to its mystically intrepid bottom- the discovery did yield hollowness but without a droplet of liquid to compliment,

Neither did the sensuously nestled swimming pool offer a fantasy of revitalizing delight; as arid winds laced with venomous smoke stabbed its periphery; metamorphosing its charmed persona into a parsimoniously fetid gutter line,

Neither did the princely fountain adorning the bustling street offer a trifle of an enthrallment- as the spray that once upon a time kissed the chin after ricocheting of ground; now abruptly dried midway in fireballs of acrimonious heat,

Neither did the couch of astoundingly pure velvet generate any comfort; as before anyone could nestle on its enamoring softness- its covers melted in the tyrannical heat- and out came charging the unabashed coiled springs,

And yet I was unabashedly relishing each ounce of my existence; even as the tumultuous summer heat whipped every bit of joy from the solar-plexus of survival,

As I romanced in the golden stream of mortal sweat that sensuously dribbled down my skin- to give me my victorious “Sweat-Bath”.

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Destined to be dead. When God wants.

Tue, 21 Apr 2009 15:28:41 GMT

Destined to be dead. When God wants.

I didn’t know whether it would be flamboyantly optimistic rays of the
Sun; or whether the sky would resemble silver streaks of monsoon grey-
when I’d step out of the pitch dark coal mine,

I didn’t know whether it’d rain unrelentingly; or whether it’d turn
out to be a day embellished with the profoundness of ecstatic light-
as I retired for sleep just a few hours before,

I didn’t know whether I’d meet with several uncouth barricades; or
whether I’d reach the finishing line of sweet success like the flight
of a royally unbridled eagle- as I tread on the jagged road outside,

I didn’t know whether the very next person I’d encounter would be a
long-lost friend; or a complete stranger with whom I’d have to
interact from the infinitesimal scratch so that we became best
friends,

I didn’t know whether the waves of the ocean would serenely undulate
under the opalescent Moon- or whether there would be an undivided wall
of fiery water called ‘Tsunami’ hurtling towards the crowded township-
as I merrily hummed the tunes of my choice snuggled cozily in my hotel
room,

I didn’t know whether there’d be impeccable landscapes of ice as I
traversed up the hills; or whether what would greet me would be
treacherous barren slopes- with delightful rivulets of water tumbling
by my side,

I didn’t know whether the colossal edifice would retain its poise; or
come down crumbling like a pack of frigid matchsticks; as the
earthquake struck without the tiniest of insinuation and with
insurmountable might,

I didn’t know whether the bus awkwardly wobbling through the hills;
would reach the summit with all passengers in bliss; or whether it’d
skid its way head-on- down into the stillness of the devouring gorge,

I didn’t know whether the tantalizing plain of mud that laid infront;
would facilitate to reach the other end like a royal safari- or
whether it’d perseveringly suck life trying to traverse being the
slippery sand,

I didn’t know whether the fresh bundle of life soon about to leave the
womb and entire planet divine- would be an unequivocally bonding baby
girl; or a mischievous little darling baby boy,

I didn’t know whether the stranger walking abreast my window; lived in
a charmed castle of glittering columns and crowns- or whether he found
solace under the open roof of the unassailable sky; when night
inevitably descended by,

I didn’t know whether the bird perched on the roof- would choose to
peck at grains strewn in bountiful abundance around; or whether it’d
dabble its beak just an insouciant trifle into the few droplets of
water in the bowl,

I didn’t know whether the offsprings would abruptly leave their mother
one day; or whether they’d all continue to exist till destined in
their abode replenished with the threads of love,

I didn’t know whether the bride and bride-groom who appeared so
wondrously enlightened on solemnization of marriage- would lead a life
further of unhindered joy; mutual bliss and respect- or whether their
existence would mark a new chapter of being fraught with total
discontent; dissimilarities and disparities,

I didn’t know whether the flamboyantly roaring lion would attack the
man with savage hostility; or would come near him to timidly lap up
his palm; the same man who’d once upon a time removed a thorn from its
profusely oozing wound,

I didn’t know whether the vultures would admire their unfettered
flight in the scintillatingly candid mirror; or whether they’d
disintegrate the same into worthless pieces with nonchalant probes of
their legs and beaks,

I didn’t know whether the inscrutably exuberant paintings of the
painter would reach him the epitome of mortal success and fame; or
whether he’d spend a life in lambasted reclusion and seclusion from
the outside world,

I didn’t know whether the kite I flew from my terrace; would soar
placidly as I relished plucking at its lifeless string; or whether
it’d fall with an instantaneous thud upon obdurate concrete; cut by a
counterpart string which had more luck that time,

But irrespective of this or that we did not know – what I and every
single one of us living beings definitely and irrefutably know; is
that every mortal life taken birth upon the soil by God’s grace- is
destined to be dead when God wants.

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Poem on Blood Donation-Donating Blood- Means loving it all the more.

Sat, 11 Apr 2009 19:13:59 GMT

I presumed you loved it- as it was your spirit to successfully
accomplish your every philanthropic mission- with the blessings of the
Omnipotent Lord Almighty,

I presumed you loved it- as it most ecstatically charged up you up- as
you leapt forward to uninhibitedly blossom in the garden of vibrantly
bestowed life,

I presumed you loved it- as it was your humane lifeline to mélange so
serenely with your surroundings- become a quintessential constituent
in the atmosphere of symbiotic camaraderie,

I presumed you loved it- since it was your amiable stamp amongst all
mortals- as you traversed shoulder to shoulder with every of your
fellow human; blessed with the fundamental principles of existence,

I presumed you loved it- since it taught you the value of priceless
life- inspired you to live life to its very fullest and endeavor your
earnest best to afford the same to your fellow beings in duress,

I presumed you loved it- as it evoked the artist in you to burgeon in
realms of unfettered sensuousness- as you assimilated your creative
potential from slim space- before sharing it with the outside world,

I presumed you loved it- as it added that extra ounce of zeal in your
step- as you embarked upon every adventure that you were passionate
about- in a life unpredictably mystical but blessed,

I presumed you loved it- since it transcended you above all barriers
of caste; creed; religion and color to bond with the religion of
oneness and humanity,

I presumed you loved it- as it magnetically drew you closer to your
soulmates in life- reminding you that chapters of life bore royal
fruition when confronted with true love,

I presumed you loved it- as it revitalized your complexion and
countenance to appear as that of a handsome human- prone to all that
was further destined- but resiliently following the path of truth,

I presumed you loved it- as though silent- it triggered an inferno of
universal desire in your nimble silhouette- as you evolved your virile
kin and family further on this infallibly flawless Universe,

I presumed you loved it- as it helped you coin a new definition of
compassionate companionship- one that accepted one and all for what
they were and as they had come into God’s planet divine,

I presumed you loved it- as its healing balm empowered you to start
afresh after every of your humanely trip and fall- let the blazingly
Omnipotent rays of the Sun God energize you towards your righteously
benevolent mission in life,

I presumed you loved it- as it fortified your bond of togetherness not
only with your biological kin- but with your environment and with
every living being in harmonious friendship,

I presumed you loved it- as it gave you the strength to never betray
your own conscience- and irrespective of wherever you were and
whatever you did- you were answerable to Omnipresent God,

I presumed you loved it- as it led you through astounding myriad
colors of a poignant survival- which all eventually amalgamated and
united into a rainbow of altruistic caring,

I presumed you loved it- as it gradually and very moderately
transformed you into a blissful adult from a diminutive infant- in
perfect accordance with the winds of creation- bestowed upon by the
Omniscient Creator,

I presumed you loved it- as you honestly paved your path through the
multifarious replenishing fields and shades of existence- being just
nothing infront of the unassailable Lord,

And I am definitely sure that you would love your blood all the
more---if you donated it to all those in dire need of it— thereby
giving true meaning to the essence of humanitarian unity and humane
oneness,

For the chapters of “Life” and “Death” are in God’s hands---but
donating blood is just one great humanitarian way in which you could
help your blessed fellow living being….

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I’ve fallen in love with you Ice-Cream

Wed, 08 Apr 2009 11:23:07 GMT

I’ve fallen in love with you Ice-Cream

I loved the astounding ounces of reinvigoration that you perpetuated
wherever you went; even as the globe grew stale in disdainful robotic
work,

I loved the way you tantalized every mortal around you- as every
globule from your body sensuously dissipated into barren patches of
mud,

I loved the way you were served in the most glitteringly embellished
platter- so that every meal finished with an uninhibitedly contented
smile,

I loved the way you caressed me with your unflinching softness- making
me feel like I was galloping through fields of spell-bindingly
electrifying Sunshine,

I loved the way you euphorically charmed humans of every religion;
caste; creed; tribe and color- with the effervescence that wafted
from your diminutive form,

I loved the way you announced your delectably curvaceous and colorful
presence- as hordes of people left what was thwarting them- and rushed
to devour mouthfuls of your ecstatic grace,

I loved the way you evoked so much reaction without uttering a word-
as almost everyone had something to appreciate about you- be it your
color, form, odor, freshness, poignancy or unparalleled taste,

I loved the way you brought about that quintessential zeal in all
those lives; miserably lamenting without reason or rhyme- pepped up
the ambience with sparks of revitalizing newness,

I loved the way you quelled volcanic body heat like a magicians wand-
even as man-made discrepancies permeated the atmosphere around with
poisonous smoke and fumes,

I loved the way you ignited those whirlpools of uncanny excitement
around you- becoming a chilled centerpiece of exhilaration on that
extremely warm summer afternoon,

I loved the way you innocently nestled in the palm- so soft; so
tender; so immaculately princely- drawing hordes of cheers as one
sighted even an inconspicuous trifle of you,

I loved the compassionately triumphant warmth that you generated in
everyone who consumed you- being frozen yourself; without any respite
and to the core,

I loved the way you united haplessly estranged lovers into bonds of
endearing friendship- as they resolved all disputes; buried past
differences—whilst clasping you with one hand each,

I loved the way you disseminated the message of universal brotherhood-
with people from all parts of the globe; unhesitatingly ready to
mingle in groups to have a slice of your dazzling ice,

I loved the way you were used to celebrate occasions solemnizing love
– when marriage was proposed with a ring in one hand and the other
offering your silken grace of impeccable unity,

I loved the way you held your own inimitable identity- even when
blended with myriad concoctions; cakes; eateries; syrups and what
not’s- with mortals distinguishing you instantly from the assortment;
as you astoundingly chilled,

I loved the way you effortlessly glided your way to your destination-
when sadly and rarely there weren’t any takers- melting into absolute
submission under golden rays of the mid-day Sun,

I loved the way you retained your rudimentary essence for all humans
to savor- remaining the most kingly eating constituent of their meals-
even as the space-cyber age hurled one ingenious innovation over
another,

O! Yes, I’ve definitely fallen in love with you- my scrumptiously
enchanting and unabashed “Ice-Cream”

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Ignite the lamp of humanity

Fri, 03 Apr 2009 16:01:13 GMT

Ignite the lamp of humanity

For every wish of goodness that diffused from your soul- praying to
God to bless everyone with happiness, bliss, peace and immortal love-
even as your friends and foes virulently abused you,

For every bountifully fresh sapling that you planted into barren soil;
and all those others that you dreamt of sowing in fathomless fecund
landscapes of mud,

For every handshake of yours with complete strangers; whom you
embraced in your times of happiness and crippling duress alike- for
being a part of the same Universe that you lived in,

For every song of oneness that emanated from the innermost realms of
your heart- disseminating the message of a benign existence- even as
living beings all around deliberately turned into sadistic parasites,

For every droplet of your blood that you donated for your fellow
beings in distress- without worrying about your own bones which had
started to bizarrely display more than your skin,

For every helping hand that you lent to those without sight to cross
the cacophonic buzzing street- leaving them to their destination in
spirit of undefeated humane brotherhood,

For every morsel of your food that you shared with all those starving-
and then miraculously felt your very own stomach to be replenished
without a grain- but solely with the wand of selflessness,

For every wounded animal on the street that you tried to resuscitate
with your love; when everyone walking beside presumed it to have
attained its veritable grave,

For every negatively nagged comment upon you that you transformed into
an optimistic opportunity- accommodating one and in your diminutive
dwelling- which was palatial with your love,

For every trail of yours that unflinchingly fought the most wretchedly
asphyxiating of odds- just to ensure that the truthful voice of every
God-gifted existence prevailed,

For every morbidly stagnating piece of canvas that you splashed with
myriad colors and hues of a burgeoning existence- as the planet around
you unraveled in its most inscrutably magical shapes and forms,

For every unnecessary complexity of a frazzled existence- that you
solved with such child-like ease- with the universal quintessential
elements of symbiotic existence,

For every inconsolably wailing infant that you hugged close to your
heart- lending it your name; surname and astronomical care- after its
biological parents hadn’t the courage to accept it for being a girl,

For every bit of happiness that you spontaneously triggered amidst a
pall of robotically commercial gloom- by being just as how the Creator
had sent you upon the planet divine and unpretentiously natural,

For every ounce of manipulative currency that you burnt- not letting
anything besmirch your path of friendship and eternal love- as Love
was the most priceless gift from the Lord Divine,

For every bit of infallible determination that you so blissfully
transmitted- inspiring every bit of human impairment to become a
blessing to survive,

For every poetic verse that you evolved out of sheer and vapid
nothingness- to perpetuate drearily beleaguered bits of survival with
the scepter of magical newness,

For every bit of informality that you perpetuated wherever you went-
that relieved people of their unduly worries as in you they found a
friend for life – who would never ever betray them the slightest,

May the entire mortal world join you in your every philanthropic
conquest; then and together become a unified voice of love; a unified
spirit of existence which knew no religion; caste; color; creed or
tribe- but which only arose in uninhibited camaraderie to ignite the
lamp of humanity...

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Love Poem - Valentine Poem- Will you be my Valentine?

Sat, 14 Feb 2009 12:27:02 GMT

Will you be my Valentine?

Will you be the luckiest charm of my existence; a wish of supreme
fulfillment that only led to humanitarian goodness; philanthropy and
selflessness- as I nimbly tread by the grace of the Creator Divine?

Will you be the vivaciously dancing butterfly of love in my garden;
illuminating every dreary nerve of mine- with the charm of your
poignantly exuberant flight?

Will you be the scent of immortal companionship that drifted close to
my nostrils; so that I forever floated in a paradise of goodness;
unfettered and bonded in a mist of friendship sublime?

Will you be the rainbow of unflinching camaraderie that I sighted in
tufts of blue; that ignited my spirit of symbiotic survival on divine
earth; to the very fullest?

Will you be the droplet of tantalizing rain that cascaded down my
roof; triggering a perennial yearning in my heart to be kissed in a
domain; beyond the definitions of clockwork time?

Will you be the uninhibited stream that sparkled down the virgin
slopes; embracing every element of my impoverished existence; with a
wand of bountiful endowment?

Will you be those invisible tendrils of excitement that caressed my
spine; awakening me from a stupor of inane practicality; towards the
effulgently whistling winds of existence?

Will you be the fairy that casts a gorge of happiness wherever you
went; a perpetual mist of bliss that I embraced; as I continued my
truncated odyssey on soil?

Will you be that line of destiny on my palms that solely leads to
truth; a flame that keeps the true passion of my life ignited with
unparalleled caring?

Will you be the song that I cherished to sing the most in this
Universe; a melody whose tunes drifted from the innermost arenas of my
innocuous soul?

Will you be that undaunted living form by my side; in my times of
ebullience and inexplicable misfortune alike; even as abuses were
intransigently hurled from the planet outside?

Will you be the tinkling laughter that engulfed my ears with new-found
hope; everytime I felt the ship of my scraggily penurious existence
sink to the rock bottom of hopelessness?

Will you be the nightingale that unabashedly perched upon my shoulder;
drowning me into ecstatic spasms of all the sweetness- that ever
formed my imperfectly humane atmosphere?

Will you be every Lilly that blossomed on the path not dared taken;
but the very path I chose to celebrate every moment of my
synergistically intrepid existence?

Will you be the everlasting source of my child-like bewilderment; as
the magic of your spontaneity continued to enthuse the informally
bohemian footsteps of my life?

Will you be the ultimate seductress that drifted me away from the
worst of crisis; far away from the world of greed; manipulation and
satanic barbarism—like a prince near your amiably compassionate bosom?

Will you be the reason that I found new-found optimism to survive; not
only reaching the zenith myself—but reaching out the balm of
unhindered love and humanity to every single of my fellow beings?

Will you be the voice that I could easily differentiate from amongst
every other on the planet; as it was my own heart's cry to forever
unite with my soul-mate in this life and every life hence-forth-
destined?

I guess its time to propose to you now—and that's exactly what I am
doing from deep within my heart O! Beloved– WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE

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My faith in God –When I felt I was dying…

Thu, 29 Jan 2009 11:09:51 GMT

My faith in God –When I felt I was dying…

With every majestic sunset making way for the Immaculate moon; that
astoundingly depicted the multifarious shades of this Universe—which
was a gift from the Omnipotent Creator,

With every draught of exuberant wind; that evolved into a whole new
mist of rhapsodic excitement; out of sheer and insipid nothingness,

With every dainty petal of the poignant rose; that permeated a scent
of oneness in the otherwise monotonously subjugated atmosphere,

With every vivacious stroke of the mesmerizing rainbow; that charmed
the entire Universe; fraught with its own inexplicably unsolicited
misery,

With every infinitesimal speck of the atmosphere; that invincibly
clung to the bodies of us living beings; befriending an entire
Universe of solidarity-from its own realms of isolation and despair,

With every step that marched forward to maintain the royal equilibrium
of life; ensure that life went on despite anything and everything; but
only by the grace of God,

With every flight of unbridled fantasy; that made even the most
inconspicuously ordinary of living being; catapult beyond the
definitions of desire,

With every squeak that escaped the throat; triumphantly piercing the
bizarre sullenness and silence of the atmosphere with a desire to be
embraced by one and all,

With every sensuously tantalizing night; that unfurled into the
morning of a bountifully optimistic and brilliant dawn,

With every solemn pledge of goodwill in the graveyard; that bedazzled
the ghastly silence of remorseful death; with a new found longing to
disseminate love and life,

With every rumble of inscrutable thunder in the sky; that brought
alongwith it the optimistic promise of rain; an infallible reason to
cheer in the aisles of ecstasy,

With every inimitably righteous footprint left on soil; that carved an
entire pathway of unflinching goodness; love and peace; as the
quintessential elements to lead life with,

With every idea that uninhibitedly germinated from the brain;
blossoming into boundless sparks of freshness; to unite the entire
planet into the religion of love,

With every affable outgrowth that joyously leapt out of soil;
instantaneously engulfed with the blessed rays of the Sun; after an
equally compassionate cuddling by mother soil,

With every handshake executed between people of all race; religion and
color; paving way for the most immortal and unassailable religion of
humanity,

With every lump of frigidly asphyxiating snow; that perseveringly
labored its way to becoming the most adorable stream of love; as its
eventual outcome,

With every step traversing on the road not taken; permeating robotic
chunks of the atmosphere with tantalizing splashes of adventure,

With every anecdote of failure that strengthened one's resolve to
succeed all the more; metamorphosing every bit of morbid ash into an
opportunity to holistically survive,

My faith in God grew; as irrespective of whatever has happened or
would happen from now on; I know it would be for the good—

As God is my faith; God is my life-- God gives me the power to
symbiotically survive with one and all till the time he commanded----

And whenever he decides to take me away from this earth of his; I
sincerely pray from my heart and soul to him; to be able to utter his
name in poetry and song; when I felt I was dying….

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