Life = Death – volume 7 – Poems on Life , Death
By
Nikhil Parekh
[ Note - Currently I seek a traditional publisher for the publication of my above mentioned Book , in the Print form . Published here ; is this Poetry Collection of mine in its entirety , alongwith the differently titled Poems contained in the Book . As of the present moment ; 47 of my Books are available for purchase in the eBook format from Amazon.com Kindle Store United States at - amazon.com/author/nikhilparekh . My syle of Poetry / literature is unique and has never ever been written before or experimented on the mortal planet by any mortal , though my Poetry / literature is normal and natural . GOD’S grace on me . i am nothing infront of GOD . i am nothing infront of GOD’S holy messengers . So any victorious publisher who may want to publish my Poetry in Paperback without Financial Expenditure to me , can directly communicate with me at the address , [email protected] or [email protected] ] . I am Nikhil Parekh , ( born 27 August , 1977 ) , poet and author from Ahmedabad , India . I am also a 10 - Time National Record holder for my Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India , limcabookofrecords.in - which is India’s Best Book of Records , Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of World Records . You can visit me at - nikhilparekh.org ; to browse my Poetry on GOD , Peace , Love , Anti Terrorism , Friendship , Life , Death , Environment, Wildlife , Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood , Humanity , Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty , Lovers , Brotherhood - at this website you can also browse my varied Books , my awards and my National records in Poetry .
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Author Biography
Nikhil Parekh , ( born August 27 , 1977 ) , from Ahmedabad , India - is a Love Poet and 10 time National Record holder for his Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India - limcabookofrecords.in , which is India's Best Book of Records , also Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of World Records . He is an author of - ' LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY ' , which has a Print Length of 5254 pages on the Amazon Kindle .
The Poet's style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never ever been written before or experimented on the mortal planet by any mortal . Though his Poetry / literature is normal and natural .
10 National Records held by Parekh with the Limca Book of Records India are for –
( 1 ) Being the First Indian Poet to be published / featured in McGill English Dictionary of Rhyme which is the World's Number 1 English Rhyming Dictionary - for his poem , Come Lets Embrace our New Religion
( 2 ) Being the First Indian Poet to have won Poet of the Year Award at the Canadian Federation of Poets which is Canada's National Poetry Body endorsed by Governor General of Canada
( 3 ) Being the First Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth Newsletter for his poem on AIDS which is - Aids doesn't kill . Your Attitude kills .
( 4 ) Being the First Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best Poetry EBook
( 5 ) Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most number of replies from World Leaders and World Organizations .
( 6 ) Being the First Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to the International Goodwill Treaty for World Peace - GoodwillTreaty.org .
( 7 ) Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films at Youtube.com - The World's largest video sharing website .
( 8 ) 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 .
( 9 ) Being the first Indian Poet whose video reciting a Poem on Nelson Mandela , has been placed at the official website of the Government of South Africa .
(10) "Having authored LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY - which is of Print Length 5254 pages and currently has approximately 1.15 million words , financially selling in the Amazon.com Kindle Store United States at - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ".
The Indian Poet has written thousands of poems on - GOD, Peace , Love , Anti Terrorism , Friendship , Life , Death , Environment, Wildlife , Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood , Humanity , Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty , Lovers , Brotherhood . His Books and Poems have had millions of viewers and downloads on the Internet .
Parekh is an author of 47 varied Books which include - 1 God ( volume 1 to volume 4 ) , The Womb ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , Love Versus Terrorism ( Part 1 to Part 2 ) , You die; I die - Love Poems ( Part 1 to Part 16 ) , Life = Death ( volume 1 to volume 10 ), The Power of Black ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother , Hide and Seek ( part 1 to part 8 ) , Longest Poem written by Nikhil Parekh - Only as Life . These Books comprise of nearly a 7000 pages of his Poetry .
The Poet’s Poetry has had the patronization of several World Leaders including the Queen of England . Visit Nikhil Parekh at – nikhilparekh.org .
About The Poetry Book
This Book which has 50 differently titled Poems , is actually volume 7 of the Book titled – Life = Death – Poems on Life , Death ( 1200 pages ) . 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.
CONTENTS
1. INEVITABLE DEATH
2. YOU CAN'T STRANGULATE YOURSELF AND STILL LEAD LIFE
3. PRIORITY
4. PAST, PRESENT AND NEAR FUTURE
5. WHAT REASON HAD YOU
6. ONCE UPON A TIME
7. THE GREATEST TRUTH; THE GREATEST LIE.
8. THE LAST DAY OF HIS LIFE
9. A SINGLE GROWL
10. LIFELESS COMMODITY
11. I WANTED THE WORLD TO RECOGNIZE
12. BUT WHAT ABOUT THOSE ?
13. BEARDED
14. A SINGLE DEVIL
15. ALL I WANT IS EVERYTHING
16. WHY WAS I LIVING
17. MOOD
18. THE IDEAL HEART
19. THERE WAS A CORNER OF MY MIND
20. HALF HEARTED
21. NO FORMALITY
22. AFTER A TIRED DAY IN OFFICE
23. AS THE LIGHTS CHANGED FROM RED TO GREEN
24. THE WORST
THING
25. TILL THE TIME
26. WHISTLE
27. ALWAYS LISTENING TO THE TUNES OF MY HEART
28. DON’T JUST SAY IT
29. ME AND MY BOSS
30. THE HARDEST THING FOR A WRITER TO BEAR
31. FAKE GODFATHER
32. ONLY WRITE POETRY
33. PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE LIFE
34. NO DRINKS
35. MY HEART WAS PURE INDIAN
36. JUST A PAIR OF BONES
37. THE FIRST THING I WOULD DO
38. RAW MATERIALS
39. ROCKING CHAIR
40. WHEN IN DEEP SLEEP
41. DON’T YET DIE
42. ENTIRELY ON THEIR OWN
43. STAY HAPPY; STAY ALIVE
44. HOME SWEET HOME
45. KING OF THE VILLAGE
46. CAN THERE EXIST
47. WHAT IS IT
48. POTRAYAL OF GOD
49. BEDS
50. SNAKE LEATHER BELT
1. INEVITABLE DEATH
Every day I polished my teeth with scintillating toothpaste; scrupulously scrapping even the most minuscule chunk of dirt trapped in the interiors within,
Every day I washed my body tenaciously with raw soap; intricately extracting even the most infinitesimal particle of dandruff from my scalp,
Every day I trimmed my nails; judiciously seeing to it that they didn’t protrude even a trifle more than necessary,
Every day I placed my soggy shoes in blistering sunlight; in order to fumigate even the last ounce of fungus disdainfully adhering incorrigibly to my shoes,
Every day I ironed my clothes with a steaming iron; profoundly ensuring that every single little cringe metamorphosed itself into handsome neat folds,
Every day I applied tons of redolent powder on my skin; spraying every cranny of my armpits with rejuvenating fountains of pungent scent,
Every day I massaged soothing sandalwood paste on my cheeks; in order to impart my fatigued complexion with that immortal shine and bountiful glow,
Every day I wore expensive designer shirts; with an array of stunningly gaudy designs embossed within; making me the darling of all teenage girls,
Every day I consumed several bottles of sparkling spring water; to pacify the unrelenting fires smoldering violently in my scorched throat,
Every day I drove in a new car; letting its swanky interiors and Herculean speed flamboyantly ignite the dormant adventurer in my persona,
Every day I visited a myriad of valleys and royal palace; with a festoon of glittering images taking complete control of my fading imagination,
Every day I conversed with the most mesmerizing of fairies every existing in this Universe; let the enchantment in their eyes drown me into a valley of perpetual bliss,
Every day I suckled boundless cans of succulent food and ravishing beer; gulped and chewed indefatigably to my ultimate heart's content,
Every day I philandered in rustic cowboy boots through sprawling territories of the meadow; chasing the sheep and peacocks; blending myself profusely with the natural environment,
Every day I sighted my reflection in the most fascinating of glass on the globe for hours immemorial; sipped delectable streams of honey and herbal tea; seated within the plush interiors of the grandiloquently golden aircraft,
Every day I signed countless number of cheques with my bulky leather pen; shaking hands with towering business magnates and a flurry of prominent ministers,
Every day I listened to the most enigmatic of tunes floating passionately on this planet, relishing the mystical froth of the waterfalls cascading through my curled eyelashes,
Every day I gobbled down a battalion of robust vitamins; to fortify and replenish my body against dirt and inexplicable disease,
Every day I donated millions of currency coins amongst all those who badly needed it; dispensed the colossal treasury of my wealth with gay abandon and according to my own will,
Every day I basked in the aisles of unprecedented desire; possessing every intangible object I laid my eyes upon; with the unfathomable power of my wealth,
And yet one day; I found myself buried gruesomely under the morbid corpse; with all my so called ostentation and pretention; now thoroughly blended with small specks of smoky dirt;
Inevitable death had unsparingly mixed me along with infinite others in the soil; and the thing that I was never ready to believe at any stage of my bombastic life; had now snatched me away within fractions of seconds along with my entire mountain of so called wealth and fame.
2. YOU CAN'T STRANGULATE YOURSELF AND STILL LEAD LIFE
You can't compress your fingers and still prolifically write,
You can't clench your teeth and still gregariously smile,
You can't sleep tight on the bed and still boisterously run,
You can't stand in freezing snowflakes and still sweat like a horse,
You can't stitch your lips and still loquaciously speak,
You can't stuff cotton in your ears and still hear the pin dropping on pure silk,
You can't squeeze your eyes and still witness the mesmerizing sparrow shrugging rain drops from its body,
You can't tie your hands and still swim against turbulent waves of the choppy ocean,
You can't slit your stomach with a knife; and still devour ravishing chunks of tangy butter,
You can't paint the mirror and still sight your pellucid reflection,
You can't stand on Mount Everest and still view the world as it is,
You can't consume titillating champagne and still decipher mind boggling sums of arithmetic,
You can't wear cowdung coated shoes and still smell like a supremely redolent rose,
You can't walk upside down and still shake hands amicably with your girlfriend,
You can't walk on red-hot embers of coal and still want your feet to develop extra soles,
You can't have shattered teeth ands till snap through the obdurate shell of coconut in one snap,
You can't have a snow white beard extruding from your cheeks and still proclaim that you were a teenager,
You can't yawn with your Jaws wide open and still remain dry eyed,
You can't be an insane lunatic and still be able to scrupulously recite each stanza from the Shakespeare,
You can't adorn a diamond ring on your finger and still audaciously declare that you weren't engaged,
You can't get as pink as a radish and still say that you didn’t blush the slightest,
You can't protrude out your tongue in anger and still convey to the world that you were a revered saint,
You can't have dark circles under your lids and still perceive yourself to be an innocuous kid,
You can't keep lying on the seashore and still feel in the midst of tingling adventure,
You can't whip the slave left, right, center and still believe that you had blessed him,
You can't act like a crazy clown and still envisage yourself to be the greatest actor,
You can't stammer and still speak with articulate proficiency on the mike,
You can't drive slow and still win the whirlwind speed motor car race,
You can't be bare eyed and still stare unrelentingly into the blazing fireball of Sun,
You can't shout deafeningly and still blow a melodious whistle,
You can't be afraid of a mosquito and still pledge to leap into the unfathomably
deep valley head on,
You can't eat Cadbury chocolates and still expect smoke to diffuse ecstatically from your nostrils,
You can't drape your feet in spiked footwear and still topple on the ground like nine pins,
You can't apply mud on your hair and still experience the silken follicles shine,
You can't keep looking at the changing sun and still tell the exact minute of the day,
You can't have a badly fractured hand and still expect to challenge the mightiest wrestler,
You can't have red ants inside your trousers and still sit unperturbed throughout the business meeting,
You can't have savage blood coated on your hands and still divulge to the world that they were as sacrosanct as God,
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