By NIKHIL PAREKH
Poems depicting the 'Omnipotent' glory of the author in an enormous varieties that the poet might ever conceive. average and uninhibited outpourings of the center those poems delivery the reader right into a international of spirituality and elegance of Godhead. each poetic piece exhibits Parekh's unheard of love for the Almighty and immortalizes the Omnipresent air of mystery of the Lord in a boundless methods and shapes. This spiritually enriched compendium of poems is for all these who have timelessly well known the spectacular prowesses and powers of God at each one level in their lives. these who have lived each one fast in their lives worshipping his Omniscient grace regardless of the main murderous hell descending round. The poetic imagery brilliantly transcends over each inhibition of caste, creed, colour and faith and is going to endlessly end up that every one residing beings are one and blessed in his fathomless sacrosanct mild of fact. The poems depict Parekh's oneness in brain, physique and spirit with the author.
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1 God – by Nikhil Parekh THERE WAS NO MAN BORN PERFECT There is no tree born on this earth which does not shed its leaves; remains inundated with complete foliage even in austere autumn and tumultuous storm, There is no pond born on this earth which does not evaporate a trifle during blistering summer; swells towards the summit of the clouds even under fiery rays of the Sun, There is no road born on this earth which does not get sordid as vehicles pass by; regains its sparkling and virgin complexion even as truck loads of dust traverses in disdain, There is no flower born on this earth which does not wither; blossoms perennially even in rampant massacre and thunderous rain, There is no muscle born on this earth which does not dwindle; remains as bulging as the colossal mountain even as perilous and old age crept in, There is no sound born on this earth which keeps on reverberating for decades on the trot; does not lower its decibel and intensity even an iota after emanating from the mouth, There is no bird born on this earth which keeps on soaring incessantly in the air; without showing any signs of plummeting towards the ground; drifting off to blissful sleep, There is no eye born on this earth which does not effusively cry; remains as stoical as white ice even in bizarre affliction and inexplicable distress, There is no cheek born on this earth which does not blush; remains as morbid as the dead corpse even when voraciously tickled by the person whom it passionately loved, There is no fist born on this earth which incessantly keeps punching to win mighty battles that came its way; remains as hard as obdurate stone even when viciously attacked by a battalion of bombs and acerbic sword, There is no star born on this earth which keeps on shimmering even in dazzling daylight; tries to conquer even against the most blistering ray of the Sun, There is no lip born on this earth which does not purse; remains as horrendous as sooty charcoal even when kissed blazingly by the person of its dreams, There is no soil born on this earth which keeps on producing fathomless clusters of tantalizing fruit; doesn’t succumb like infinite others in its fraternity to the onslaught of uncouth drought, There is no mouth born on this earth which does not yawn; keeps locked as tight as the prison door as each day unveils itself into chilly night, There is no dog born on this earth which does not wag its bushy tail; remains dumb and impassive even after sighting its master, There is no mosquito born on this earth which does not sting; rests as harmoniously as the immaculate angel even when surrounded by bodies of robust flesh and rubicund demeanor, There is no pen born on this earth which keeps on 41 indefatigably writing; embosses volumes after volumes of books even after the last fraction of ink in its body is completely exhausted, There is no mother born on this earth who does not care for her new born child; strangulates her baby; infact the very blood which she had painstakingly spawned, And there is no man born on this earth who is absolutely perfect; achieving astronomical heights by the mere swish of his little finger; executing each aspect of life to envious perfection; and if indeed there is one such individual who actually had the power to metamorphose the entire Universe into enchanting paradise; then he wasn’t even the slightest resemblance of man; for he was infact OMNIPRESENT GOD… 1 God – by Nikhil Parekh 1 GOD There were several colors in this world; some were as black as the hideous reptile; while some were pearly and sparkling white, There were several tunes in this world; some were as sweet as the nightingale; while some were as hoarse and discordant as the horse, There were several seasons in this world; some were as hot as the blistering sun; while some were placid reflections of the serene night, There were several hair in this world; some were as fiery as flamboyant flames of the fire; while some were honey and golden brown, There were several fishes in this world; some were as tiny as shells; while some were monstrously huge as the shark, There were several dwellings in this world; some were as fortified as raw iron; while some were languidly drooping down like the pigeon feather, There were several eyes in this world; some were sizzling incessantly in unseething passion; while some were as uncouth as dry ice, There were several cars in this world; some were as swanky as the dungeon full of diamonds; while some had no engine at all, There were several entities in this world; some were as pretentious as the peacock; while some slept timidly like black mice, There were several cheek's in this world; some had boundless tufts of black beard; while some were as effeminate as the queen's garden, There were several waters in this world; some swirling as turbulently as the ocean; while some flowed like molten butter melting down, There were several smiles in this world; some were as spurious as the cunningly astute businessman; while some were humanitarian and ready to assist at all times, There were several perfumes in this world; some were as mesmerizing to inhale as the scarlet rose; while some caused you to vomit out the food you had consumed for morning breakfast, There were several roads in this world; some were blissful carpets of satin to transgress upon; while some were embedded profusely with acrid thorns, There were several dreams in this world; some were as ghastly as savage massacre; while some were as exotic as heavenly paradise, There were several clothes in this world; some were as gaudy as the resplendent rainbow; while some were rustically entwined roots, There were several religions in this world; some believed in burying man after his death; while some charred him to raw ash after he left breath, There were several languages in this world; some were as primordial as mystical Sanskrit; while some were contemporary and Oriental English, There were several bodies in this world; some were as tall as the lanky tree; while some hardly grew above the kitchen sink, And there were several forms of Almighty Lord; some were called "Christ", some "Allah", some "Buddha", 43 some "Bhagwan", but from centuries unprecedented; since the time this earth of ours evolved; and even before; there has been just one Creator; Just ONE GOD...
Neither and ever infront of my very own mother; who'd borne me 9 excruciating months in her womb; compassionately safeguarding me even today; a 28 yrs later; against the most infinitesimal trace of the devil, Neither and ever infront of my very own father; who'd indefatigably worked round the clock; unsparingly abrading the heels of his soles against the merciless corporate tarmac; in order to lavishly attend to each of my minuscule needs, Neither and ever infront of my very own sister; who'd herself undergone countless an ordeal; just in order to ensure that there always illuminated a smile on my face; and my parents as well as the world only looked at me, Neither and ever infront of my very own grandmother; who'd astoundingly awakened several a time in the wee hours of midnight; to cater to my every eccentric demand; ecstatically run with my baby legs for unending a distance; with only the moon as savior and her ailing sight, Neither and ever infront of my very own grandfather; who'd torrentially showered every conceivable gift on this planet upon my childish demands; many a time using droplets of his blood when his treasury of currency coin had disastrously exhausted, Neither and ever infront of my very own brother; who'd never left a single stone unturned in his endless search for me; as I timelessly wandered in fantasy amidst a sea of humans; at every perceivable direction of sound, Neither and ever infront of my very own uncle; who'd tirelessly spent every instant of his life; trying to keep me in the most euphoric of spirits; alleviate the inexplicable graves of depression that had sunk deep down into my soul, Neither and ever infront of my very own aunt; who'd loved and adored me more than her own children; proudly introducing me to her friends and the rest of the world; as the inimitable and very best, Neither and ever infront of my very own pet; who'd wagged his tail more ardently than the fierily mid-day Sun; everytime the nimble sound of my intricate feet tinkered near his ever-alert ears, Neither and ever infront of my very own shadow; who'd incorrigibly followed me since the first cry of ebullient life; unflinchingly agglutinated to me like a faithful soldier; irrespective of my sporadic moods and abuse, Neither and ever infront of my very own niece; who'd virtually exhausted every of her rhapsodic effort; to mischievously transform each tear-drop that dribbled from my eye; into a fountain of perennially fructifying love, Neither and ever infront of my very own cousin; who'd built countless a castle with me on the glistening sea shores; being always there as my best friend; when everyone else in the world had uncouthly abandoned me, Neither and ever infront of my very own dwelling; who'd invincibly sequestered me from the most ferocious of maelstrom and disaster; infallibly braved the most extreme wilderness of the sadistic night; whilst I slept in its interiors like an unparalleled crown prince, Neither and ever infront of my very own neighbor; who'd arrived by my side at the faintest of my cry; be it in the wee hours of night or when atrocious bombs rained left-right-center in wartime; who turned up when some of my closest of blood-relations had deserted me, Neither and ever infront of my very own heart; who'd perpetually stayed the closest to my inexplicably trembling chest; timelessly entwining every beat of my ordinarily destitute life with the spirit of immortal love, Neither and ever infront of my very own daughter; who'd forever given me infinite reasons to smile and remain alive; with her divinely inarticulate mumbling; which knew no barriers of caste; creed; religion; status or tribe, Neither and ever infront of my very own in-laws; who'd tolerated my every indescribable idiosyncrasy; shunting every aspect of my anomalous behavior with an unbreakable wall of silence, Neither and ever infront of my very own wife; who'd impregnably stood by my side in my times of good and bad; not inspiring me the slightest but yet and nevertheless resigning to her fate; and accepting me the way that I was, But.
Like it was impossible for the Sun to leave the fathomless sky; ever dream of coming down to settle and snore on the earth; even once during the tenure of its endlessly blazing lifetime, Like it was impossible for the epitome to leave the towering mountain; ever dream of coming down to the ground and see ordinary sized human life; even once during the tenure of its unceasingly impenetrable lifetime, Like it was impossible for the Shark to leave the gigantic ocean; ever dream of coming to inhale fresh air on the virgin shores; even once during the tenure of its indefatigably princely and salty lifetime, Like it was impossible for the roots of the tree to leave the compassionate soil; ever dream of coming to plush interiors of the corporate empire; even once during the tenure of its ebulliently moistened lifetime, Like it was impossible for the cactus to leave the majestic deserts; ever dream of coming to tranquilly enamoring ripples of the seasonal pond; even once during the tenure of its ecstatically sweltering lifetime, Like it was impossible for blackness to leave the bewildering night; ever dream of coming to the first golden rays of pristinely burgeoning dawn; even once during the tenure of its voluptuously ingratiating lifetime, Like it was impossible for the diamond to leave the insuperable king's crown; ever dream of coming to the preposterously fetid and cacophonic rivulets of the gutter; even once during the tenure of its astoundingly sparkling lifetime, Like it was impossible for the destiny lines to leave the royally endowed palms; ever dream of coming to the clinically monitored scientists palette; even once during the tenure of their inexplicably exhilarating lifetime, Like it was impossible for the pearl to leave the confines of the princely oyster; ever dream of coming to breathe the unabashed freshness of the atmosphere; even once during the tenure of its gloriously untainted lifetime, Like it was impossible for the fantasy to leave the inscrutably enthralling brain; ever dream of coming to the terrestrial globe of maiming reality; even once during the tenure of its bountifully vivacious lifetime, Like it was impossible for immortal love to leave the passionately altruistic heart; ever dream of coming to the sadistically manipulative weighing machines of gold and silver; even once during the tenure of its perpetually blessed lifetime, Like it was impossible for innocence to leave the uninhibitedly ordinary child; ever dream of coming to the mercilessly horn-rimmed glasses of the politician cum robotic business tycoon; even once during the tenure of its pricelessly undefeated lifetime, Like it was impossible for the birds to leave the fathomless openness of the sky; ever dream of coming to walk leftright alongside articulate man; even once during the tenure of their triumphantly euphoric lifetime, Like it was impossible for the lion to leave the infallibly kingly forests; ever dream of coming to stingily clad and spaced human abode; even once during the tenure of its overpoweringly flamboyant lifetime, Like it was impossible for the crabs to leave the unperturbed sea shores; ever dream of coming to spin a web between monstrously blocked walls; even once during the tenure of their effervescently intrepid lifetime, Like it was impossible for the stars to leave the boundless cosmos; ever dream of coming to rejoice beside earthworms and enchanting dewdrops; even once during the tenure of their optimistically twinkling lifetimes, Like it was impossible for breath to leave the amiably living nostrils; ever dream of coming to the innumerable hapless corpses lying askew in the dolorous graveyard; even once during the tenure of its invincibly fiery lifetime, Like it was impossible for truth to leave the unassailably unfettered droplets of blood; ever dream of coming to the amorphous form of the parasitic ghost; even once during the tenure of its unflinchingly scintillating lifetime, It was similarly impossible for me to leave my poetry and you O!