1 God by NIKHIL PAREKH

By NIKHIL PAREKH

Poems depicting the 'Omnipotent' glory of the author in an enormous varieties that the poet may perhaps ever conceive. normal 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 unprecedented love for the Almighty and immortalizes the Omnipresent air of secrecy of the Lord in a boundless methods and shapes. This spiritually enriched compendium of poems is for all these who have timelessly trendy the awesome prowesses and powers of God at each one level in their lives. these who have lived each one rapid 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 turn out that each one dwelling beings are one and blessed in his fathomless sacrosanct gentle of fact. The poems depict Parekh's oneness in brain, physique and spirit with the author.

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Simply no avail. As they all were eventually dragged to the land of inconsolably wailing hell; where they were made to pay an infinite times more; for each of their wickedly executed and indescribably dastardly sins, Whilst the Omnipotent Creator wrote paradise for the newborn child even as it emanated its very first breath; as it spread its uninhibitedly miraculous palms to embrace all; irrespective of any religion; caste; creed or kind; into its unconquerable heaven of magically immortal love---Thereby apprizing infinite of its predecessors that the only way to attain God in totality was not "Blood and Sinful Sacrifice" but "Immortal Love"….

33 DON'T EXPECT FROM HUMAN BEINGS…. Sing with them; wholesomely blending even the most insouciant of your innermost tunes; with the ecstatically mesmerizing melody of their lives, Dance with them; matching the untamed exhilaration in their bones; step for step and with the most unabashed of fervor; under the inscrutably majestic beams of the midnight moon, Eat with them; deriving unsurpassable gratification in the fact; that replenishing morsels of food were being symbiotically shared from the same plate; with the fingers occasionally intertwining with each other, Adventure with them; intransigently weaving through the most eccentrically twisted and unexplored pathways; which spell-bindingly portrayed the glorious uncertainties of the chapter called life, Shake hands with them; uninhibitedly letting even the most infinitesimal folds of the compassionate palm; unite in a sky of eternally invincible friendship, Worship with them; prostrating before every form of temple; mosque; church or monastery; in unfathomably profound admiration of the Lord; in an infinite of his forms, Defend with them; standing unflinchingly and fearless under the most blistering of Sun; unitedly protecting your sacrosanct motherland; against the most indescribably vindictive of attack, Sermonize with them; disseminating the essence of several learning incidences in your life to the oppressed and depressed masses; fearlessly voicing the righteously befriending tunes of your soul, March with them; perennially ensuring that each of your united steps; led solely towards the enrichment and magnificent fulfillment of every fraternity; of God's priceless living kind, Sleep with them; beautifully surpassing even the most sacrilegious ruthlessness of the night; in the comfort of their ardently comforting breath, Fantasize with them; unveiling even the most obfuscated arenas of your brain; to the fathomless paradise of beauty prevalent in every ingredient of air around you; and the victorious puff of breath entering your lungs, Admire with them; insatiably appreciating the unlimited bountifulness of God's creation; which eclectically spawned in even the most invisible particle of soil; as well as the gigantic skies, Frolic with them; mischievously flirting and clambering up the freshly rain soaked hills; blissfully transiting back into those magical memories of pristine childhood, Win with them; forever trouncing even the most infidel insinuation of the devil from every cranny of this boundless earth; with the scepter of impregnable truth; inherently ingrained in your blood, Romance with them; letting each wondrously passionate beat of your heart entwine with theirs; in a garland of unimpeachably redolent oneness, Sketch with them; capturing even the most oblivious shades of venerated mother nature; depicting her unparalleled glory and virility; thereby giving true meaning to your sheets of barren nothingness, Deliberate with them; endlessly arguing on myriad issues and elements of unlimited living kind; trying to reach to the most efficacious consensus; which brought about the most fructifying upheaval of all deprived, Marry with them; celestially interlocking even the most ephemeral aspect of your existence with theirs; to royally give birth to an infinite more of your noble kind, And do whatever you wanted to; but if ever you wanted to expect anything; then don't expect from them –the 'Human Being'; for that always had the possibility of shattering your heart into a countless 1 God – by Nikhil Parekh irretrievable gory pieces---instead for this and to guaranteedly fulfill your every desire; just turn to the Creator of All—The Omnipotent Creator Divine… 35 WITHOUT LIFE Without him I was indeed a Sun; but without my fiery set of flamboyant rays, Without him I was indeed a tree; but without my entire conglomerate of green leaves and resplendent petals, Without him I was indeed a panther; but without my ferociously deafening roar, Without him I was indeed a mammoth book; but without my grandiloquent set of alphabets and words, Without him I was indeed a fire; but without my dynamically sizzling repertoire of golden flames, Without him I was indeed a lock; but without my power and invincible grace to protect the blissful dwelling, Without him I was indeed a mountain; but without my handsome summit; which once upon a time used to tower handsomely towards the open sky, Without him I was indeed a bar of chocolate; but without my sweetness and delectable charisma; rotting fetidly in an obsolete heap, Without him I was indeed a pair of rubicund lips; but without my voluptuously seductive and congenial smiles, Without him I was indeed an ocean; but without my flurry of ravishingly mesmerizing and supremely salty waves, Without him I was indeed a cloud; but without my globules of life yielding and sparkling rain, Without him I was indeed a house; but without my inevitable network of fortified doors and transparent windows, Without him I was indeed a rose; but without my stupendously alluring perfume and Kingly redolence which I used to waft every second across this boundless Universe, Without him I was indeed a car; but without my steering wheel; maneuvering wildly towards the valley of death as each moment unfurled by, Without him I was indeed a butterfly; but without my hinges of opalescent wings; lying dilapidated in a remote heap; well cloistered away from blatant sight, Without him I was indeed a desert; but without my glistening fleet of unsurpassable sands and the long line of ambling camels; which used to mark my existence, Without him I was indeed a road; but without any direction; slithering helplessly on the ground; trying to search for my mooring under the devil's breath, Without him I was indeed a diamond; but without my scintillating radiance and tenaciously omnipotent shine, Without him I was indeed a mouth; but without my speech and decaying in mute oblivion for the remainder of my tyrannized life, Without him I was indeed an eye; but without my tears; staring lifelessly and for times greater than eternity into satanic space, Without him I was indeed a stone; but without my ability to produce thunderous noise, Without him I was indeed a clown; but without any ability to make people leap in ecstatic melody and leap, Without him I was indeed a sleep; but without my 1 God – by Nikhil Parekh dreams and unprecedented realms of tantalizing fantasy, Without him I was indeed a palm; but without my battalion of profoundly embossed and divinely destiny lines, Without him I was indeed a heart; but without my overwhelming reservoir of passionately palpitating beats, Without him I was indeed a soul; but without my conscience or knowing the slightest about the spirit of my existence, And without God I was simply a Man; who although appeared to be normally breathing on the streets; but was irrefutably shivering and without life…..

As they all were eventually dragged to the land of inconsolably wailing hell; where they were made to pay an infinite times more; for each of their wickedly executed and indescribably dastardly sins, Whilst the Omnipotent Creator wrote paradise for the newborn child even as it emanated its very first breath; as it spread its uninhibitedly miraculous palms to embrace all; irrespective of any religion; caste; creed or kind; into its unconquerable heaven of magically immortal love---Thereby apprizing infinite of its predecessors that the only way to attain God in totality was not "Blood and Sinful Sacrifice" but "Immortal Love"….

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