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»Your best company is, You. Yourself.

 

Nobody on earth could eat for you other than you yourself; in order to blissfully mollify all those thwarting pangs of hunger; which if left untreated—would render you soon into a brutally disheveled corpse,

Nobody on earth could walk for you other than you yourself; in order to magically ease the wretchedly restless energy circumventing your bored feet; as they fervently stamped earth and kissed the oncoming exuberant draughts of air,

Nobody on earth could talk for you other than you yourself; in order to give voice to all those quintessentially simmering thoughts; inevitably wanting to be poured outside the barren chest,

Nobody on earth could watch a film for you other than you yourself; in order to fantasize and emotively feel beyond realms of the extraordinary; which mundane life otherwise never allowed you to dare,

Nobody on earth could smile for you other than you yourself; in order to feel bounteously happy from the innermost realms of your soul; for living every moment in the true pulse of bountifully enamoring life,

Nobody on earth could sleep for you other than you yourself; in order to render every cranny of your drearily impoverished countenance that heavenly respite; and gallop once again towards effulgent righteousness the instant you opened your eyes,

Nobody on earth could dream for you other than you yourself; in order to visualize the most inscrutable enigmas and colors on this Universe; and then express them in myriad forms like poetry; paintings; music by the grace of the Almighty Lord,

Nobody on earth could wash for you other than you yourself; in order to be bereft of all incorrigibly adulterated grease; and then emerge into dazzling fresh sunshine to unabashedly enjoy for a countless more lifetimes,

Nobody on earth could sing for you other than you yourself; in order to perpetuate obsolete wisps of fleeting atmosphere; with the passionate fire of melody enveloping your innocuous soul,

Nobody on earth could swallow for you other than you yourself; in order to let breath flow like an uninhibited river of happiness; and at the same ensure that the stomach solely sung the hymns of contentment,

Nobody on earth could kiss for you other than you yourself; in order to mélange the avalanche of your ignited emotions with another soul; and thereby perpetually evolve with an unconquerably new fragrance of life,

Nobody on earth could dance for you other than you yourself; in order to let every incarcerated vindication of your monotonous bones; liberate into the surreal pulse of rhythmically palpitating night,

Nobody on earth could express for you other than you yourself; in order to perpetuate every fragment of the atmosphere around; with your very own inimitable identity which radiated even after veritable death,

Nobody on earth could achieve for you other than you yourself; in order to grant every nerve under your skin the essence of unparalleled contentment; and charting your own infallible course to victory amidst a pack of satanic wolves,

Nobody on earth could embrace for you other than you yourself; in order to timelessly coalesce every fabric of your existence with the religion of living kind; and thus feel the most insuperably blessed entity alive,

Nobody on earth could procreate for you other than you yourself; in order that you played your own distinctively significant part in continuing God’s chapter of creation; in perfect symbiosis with the beats of nature divine,

Nobody on earth could hear for you other than you yourself; in order to form your very own unduplicated perception of everything happening around you; undettered by the tyrannical bigotry of the planet outside,

Nobody on earth could die for you other than you yourself; in order that you quit breath solely on the commands of the Omnipresent Almighty Lord; and made way for a fresher new civilization of magical goodness,

Nobody on earth could live for you other than you yourself; in order to be an integral element of the drapery of this effervescent planet; and further embellish each step that you tread on with the spirit of immortal love,

Then why do you keep weeping that you were all alone; when you had infact the most invincibly blessed company on earth to disseminate love; friendship and undying charm—which was by the Grace of God none other; but you yourself….


©®copyright by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»Kill the Smoke. Stamp the cigarette. Quit smoking forever.

Before it vindictively enshrouds every pore of your skin; with its despairingly hideous tinges of cancerous yellow,

Before it metamorphoses you into a carcass of nothingness; with even the most amorphous of scarecrow looking more robust than your disastrously haggard flesh,

Before it reduces you to nothing more than a stinking dustbin of worthless dust; making people around you run an infinite distance-the instant you passed sullen air through your lips,

Before it inevitably renders you into a coughing corpse; disdainfully sputtering like a crankily quaint engine without gas; everytime you tried to squeakily mumble your very own name,

Before it coerces your entire persona to rattle like a jinxed saucepan of emptiness; as each of your bones squandered and creaked with insipidity; everytime you dared tread on soil,

Before it unsparingly massacres the bountiful virility in your seeds; leaves you staggering like an impotent moron; who wasn’t even fit to care for an adopted child,

Before it imprisons you forever in its swirl of addictive baselessness; with even the most priceless pearls of love now seeming to be a transient illusionary mist of debilitating decay,

Before it transforms your holistic visions into that of the devil; wanting to do nothing else but spend a life in bizarre isolation; with fathomless bellows of stale wind for breakfast; lunch and dinner,

Before it perpetuates its diabolically bloodshot tinge into the pristine whites of your eye; reducing you from an apostle of happiness to a hapless spirit of the cadaverous graveyard,

Before it miserably trounces your appetite to win- beguiling you with its non-existent witchly stride; doping your otherwise alert brain with severe confusion to traverse even the straightest roads of life,

Before it makes you a fecklessly rejected thorn of the society; for polluting and harming priceless environment around you; with your very own venom laden mouth,

Before it devastates you beyond the point of no return; as you fondly frolicked in the glory of those tensionless childhood days; which now seemed to be getting dimmer and dimmer with each stroke of the helplessly deteriorating night,

Before it horrendously strangulates your lungs with all heaviness that ever existed; making you feel as if you carried the weight of the whole planet; whereas you were now just a pair of crumbling bones all over; as you walked,

Before it annihilates every taste bud of tantalizing freshness in your tongue; transforming you into an into an insane dragon wanting to gobble worthless chunks of desolate deathly fire all the time,

Before it besieges every droplet of your royally persevered sweat with its rotten stench of parasitic gloom; making you feel like a miserable ant waiting to be trampled any instant; even after achieving the entire wealth of the world,

Before it curses you with the onset of lividly emancipating old age in the prime of ebullient youth; as hordes of veritably old men and women hoisted your paperweight frame; for you to do your daily chores,

Before it makes you a blatant outcaste with your very own intestines; which preferred to choke forever into submission; rather than bear the poisonous puff of wind indescribably molesting them,

Before it blows the candles of your mesmerizing life forever; with the horizons of its asphyxiating blackness; which never rose to any fresh dawn or sparkling tomorrow,

Before it painstakingly chars every organ of your beautiful body into the coffins of extinction; with your orphaned black soot then being compared with some of the most lamentful specimens of self-destruction,

Before it makes you an integral part of its thwarted family-- consisting of nothing else but boundless mortuaries of ghosts; spirits and countless other bits of despondent meaninglessness,

Before it takes your holistic spirit far far away from God; as you were not just simply exhaling it; but creating living carriers of cancerous disease all around you; each time you breathed out that tawdrily contaminated air,

Before it insidiously creeps in the form of raw red to the edge of your throat; dissipating into oceans of immeasurable slain blood everytime you stuttered; wheezed and spat,

Before it penalizes you to the most extreme degrees of seclusion; disease; repulsion; abhorrence and death; for just being a wonderful host to that lackadaisically jaded pipe like structure with your lips,


Save your life. Kill the Smoke. Stamp the cigarette. Quit smoking forever.

©copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»My Silence will speak to you…

 

Never ever would I cause you the most inconspicuous of harm; if you
preferred to relinquish every ounce of your life for a complete
stranger; whilst neglecting me like a heap of fetid rubbish-in the
farthest corner of the trash can,

Never ever would I cause you the most invisible of harm; if you
indulged in senseless gossip with your friends for hours immemorial;
and then blaming time for not asking me how I lead my entire day,

Never ever would I cause you the most deteriorating of harm; if you
admired every insignificant achievement of your close kin; whilst
treating each world record of mine as some orphaned jinx fallen from
the sky,

Never ever would I cause you the most baseless of harm; if you neatly
clipped every piece of literature you'd read all day; whilst
proclaiming the infinite lines of my poetry as just a disdainful
squandering of time,

Never ever would I cause you the most ethereal of harm; if you
spuriously supported me for every weakness of mine; only to
outrageously reveal the same to the world outside; blackmailing me for
the tiniest loss of my temper,

Never ever would I cause you the most floundering of harm; if you
viciously abused and slapped me infront of my own blood; just because
I'd fearlessly expressed my individualistic point of view in closed
doors,

Never ever would I cause you the most oblivious of harm; if you
sanctimoniously entwined your arms in mine; and then cavorted for
major part of life with the charismatic clinician of your choice-as I
turned behind,

Never ever would I cause you the most insipid of harm; if you
blatantly declared each ounce of my passion for my favorite things in
life; as insane madness of the highest degree,

Never ever would I cause you the most limpid of harm; if you
unsparingly ridiculed me for my gluttony when I was hungry; whereas
you plucked countless living leaves of the tree time and again—for
ostensibly no reason or rhyme,

Never ever would I cause you the most infinitesimal of harm; if you
started to snore like a boundless combined monsters; the instant I
tried to uninhibitedly pour the past and present of my heart; beside
your collapsing stride,

Never ever would I cause you the most forgetful of harm; if you
ignominiously slandered the way I solely listened to my heart and got
bankrupt; whilst you assimilated coin over perspiring coin—were an
ardent fan of every astute brain who went on to built an emotionless
empire,

Never ever would I cause you the most languid of harm; if you
diabolically retaliated as if to wholesomely behead me; to just a
spurt of my anger which only went to show I was human and not God,

Never ever would I cause you the most frigid of harm; if you laughed
louder than the planet outside on each of my follies; showing me the
sadistic shade of the devil whilst staying close to my breath all my
life,

Never ever would I cause you the most obsolete of harm; if you
continued to sleep as the thieves came in and made merry; and then
rebuked me for being a coward and not confronting them—thought I was
at a distant place that time,

Never ever would I cause you the most non-existent of harm; if you
inexhaustibly hummed praises of your close kin though they discarded
you; whilst I was the one who came running to the faintest of your
cries,

Never ever would I cause you the most disappearing of harm; if you
clapped for the very politicians who sat on power thrones; whose
foundations gorily rested on innocent blood of my pristine brothers,
sisters and benign kin,

Never ever would I cause you the most insouciant of harm; if you
cursed me from the innermost ingredients of your blood to die each
instant of my destined life—only because I opposed you and your
conventionally tyrannical society for lighting venomous crackers to
greet and appease the Gods,

Never ever would I cause you the most evanescent of harm; if you tied
the nuptial knot with me solely to get a handsome roof to live
under---and thereby absolve your kin from the excruciating agonies of
an added existence,

Nevertheless. Though I would never ever harm even the most
mercurial hair on your skin in any manner whatsoever—but for every
painful beat of my heart that you were responsible--- My silence will
speak to you….

(c)(R)copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»Limca Book of Records-India and her people at their very best..

 

They were pages which sparkled with the most eclectic brilliances of life-- in its countless shapes and vivacious forms,

They were pages which unconquerably rose over every discrepancy of caste; creed; color and race-- to showcase the inexplicable and unusual genius of the united living race,

They were pages which were the most fearlessly unbiased in content—portraying the absolute truth to the world; in all its unbelievable glory; candour and victory galore,

They were pages which escalated reading pleasure to the most unattainable of heights—bedazzling every ingredient of the atmosphere with the undying courage; grit and fortitude of all mankind,

They were pages which spun a web of unparalleled enchantment into the deepest recesses of the soul—stupefying each vein with the utmost magnificence and wonders of the world,

They were pages which when read by every commoner made him feel closer to his rudiments on mother earth—truly glorifying the spirit of majestic existence to its unsurpassable best,

They were pages which were the breathing pulse of not just a nation of a billion people—but which stirred the chords of every living heart towards the hilt of unimaginable achievement,

They were pages which truly immortalized the adage 'Impossible is indeed a word in the dictionary of fools'—for no human will to conquer the extraordinary can ever be defeated; except by the Almighty God,

They were pages wherein the bizarre most of fantasies took shape of undefeated reality—as the planet outside passionately rose to the uncanny thrill; challenges and enigma of life,

They were pages for which not the tiniest of nightfall seemed to exist—as minuscule mortals just like each one of us on earth; immortalized them with the Sun of brilliance in his/her own inimitably distinctive style,

They were pages whose unbelievable fragrance of newness pumped fresh life into every depressed and dead—charmed civilization after an infinite civilization with the most spectacularly golden moments of their time,

They were pages which encompassed even the minutest details of invention, innovation and the brilliance laden in each draught of wind—beautifully depicting each stark shade of existence at its infallible best,

They were pages which were a royal blend of amazing editorial dexterity and talent extraordinaire—which ignited even the most dormant arenas of the brain to perceive beyond the definitions of pragmatic time,

They were pages which truly proved that the whole world was your audience—whilst you were the sole magician on stage; to mesmerize, enchant and overpower the impossible in your tiny fist,

They were pages which coined miraculously new levels of human endurance and possibility—unveiling a boundless new dimensions to every sealed opportunity of life,

They were pages which were true patriots till their very last breath and beyond—not only saluting their beloved soil; but portraying its most undefeated essence to the entire world outside,

They were pages which increased your conviction to lead life multifold with each read---triggered each ingredient of your blood to do something uniquely exuberant—and do it now,

They were pages which conquered over even the most invisible trace of the devil and lies—with the most spectacularly charismatic adventures of victory—that mankind has ever witnessed,

They were pages from India's best book of Records : " The Limca Book of Records" ranked only 2nd officially to the Guinness Book of World Records—highlighting the very best from amongst a billion Indians-- year after year after year of the most unbelievably spectacular living achievement,

And not because I was a three-time record holder with the book; but my heart ranks 'The Limca Book of Records' the best amongst every other book on earth---as it veritably depicts my sacrosanct motherland "India and her beloved people at their very best" ….

(c)(r)copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

* The Limca Book of Records can be visited at:
www.coca-colaindia.com/limca_book_of_records or www.limcabookofrecords.in
 
»Man comes without anything. Lives without anything. Dies without anything.

 

Bizarre loneliness when I was writing; after all who’d sit beside an eccentrically fanatic brain; try and decipher the infinite wild fantasies that engulfed each ounce of his soul till times beyond eternity,

Wretched loneliness when I was eating; after all who’d relish the prospect of waiting till forgetfully odd hours of the day and night; to see me devour gigantic chunks of food at a time; with my unkempt bohemian hands,

Crippling loneliness when I was driving; after all who had the zeal to wade through a boundless kilometers on the trot on plain roads; transported to another world of divine sublimity—with the congruent and incongruent beats of full volume music,

Insane loneliness when I was on bed; after all who’d want to stay wide awake like the ghoulish owl all night; and then snore like a dead man as the Sun unrelentingly blazed and burnt all arid day,

Vindictive loneliness when I was in a formal party; after all who’d want to stand with an emotional fool who spoke like a new born baby with his heart; shrugging deep into his shell amidst the tiniest manipulative subtleties of the tongue,

Forlorn loneliness when I was walking; after all who’d want to amble with a person who kept unabashedly gazing at the sky—divulging his innermost secrets with it; rather than trust the frivolously prejudiced human race,

Abject loneliness when I was angry; after all who’d want to be beside an individual who was insanely ready to quit his life that very moment; for protecting even the tiniest leaf of the tree which the society outside massacred on various religious pretexts,

Egregious loneliness when I was victorious; after all who’d want to be a part of ones ecstatically unabashed celebrations; which saw one cuddle just like an inconsolably crying newborn child; into the lap stretched from the idol of the Creator Divine,

Disastrous loneliness when I faltered and floundered; after all who’d want to be a part of a reclusively dogmatic losing camp; in this world where each second unfurling was defined as quick money,

Despairing loneliness when I bonded into matrimony; after all who’d accept an esoteric recluse lost in an entrenchment of enigma 24 X 7; when there were so many societal formalities to be relished & fulfilled,

Sadistic loneliness when I ventured to earn; after all who’d pat the back of an employee who made the entire organization bankrupt in a single instant; donating every bit of wealth towards philanthropy and all ailing living kind,

Inexplicable loneliness when I chatted with my kin; after all who’d want their sibling to be writing poetry sitting at home all the time; when the society outside was minting millions with every stroke of technology,

Brutal loneliness when I visited the doctor; after all who’d associate with an epitome of fanatic sensitivity; wherein the world stood wholesomely ready to be clinically cured & executed,

Jinxed loneliness when I tried to save mother nature; after who’d want to make me a friend and thus relinquish cutting those freshly born branches of the tree; which were infact an ungainly nuisance to their otherwise crystal clear vision,

Debilitating loneliness when I visited the temple; mosque; church or monastery; after all who’d like to befriend someone who trespassed beyond his own religion; visualizing only a singleton form of the Lord in each holy place of bountiful worship,

Insidious loneliness when I converted into humanity; after all who’d like to chat with someone who’d chosen a religion which simply wasn’t defined in the infinite pages of what their ancestors and society had to say,

Satanic loneliness when I adopted a child; after all who’d want to mingle their potently masculine or feminine shadows; with a man whom they thought had adopted; only for he was too weak to procreate his very own blood,

Diabolical loneliness when I died; after all who’d want to associate even in the most remotest possible way with the lifeless; in their so called triumphant terminologies and successful management mantras of life,

And though all my life I refused to believe this; but how true was it when God said; that man comes on this earth without anything; continues to symbiotically exist without anything; and eventually goes under the soil; again without anything. After all who are we to challenge his Omnipotent principles of existence?

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»Sign Goodwill Treaty (GoodwillTreaty .org). Let the Endless Magic Begin.

 



Written by Nikhil Parekh---Goodwill Ambassador for Goodwill Treaty for World Peace…
PS: The Goodwill Treaty for World Peace can be signed electronically and by hand from its website: http://www.goodwilltreaty.org



It was a document which invincibly bonded every living being under the Sun; into a citadel of unparalleled friendship and bountiful charm,

It was a document which transcended over every vindictively deplorable barrier of caste; creed; color and religion—forever disseminating the sole mantra of benign humanity,

It was a document whose scent was as naturally uninhibited as the first rays of eternal dawn; enlightening countless estranged with the thrill to unitedly love and live,

It was a document which perpetually defeated even the most infinitesimal trace of the devil; with its words and essence of heartfelt righteousness,

It was a document whose spirit to symbiotically exist captured the minds of the old and young alike; exhorting them to embrace one another as the most unassailable human race alive,

It was a document which gave unconquerable wings to the truest expression of liberty—which was infact the most Omnipresent panacea to exist,

It was a document which so breathtakingly demonstrated the most efficacious healing on earth; was the one which commenced with the innermost voices of the passionate soul and heart,

It was a document which royally quelled all inconsolable suffering; myth; curse and wails on the planet; with a balm of palpable everlasting togetherness,

It was a document which unflinchingly perpetuated the seed of self belief; spontaneously evoked the entire living race to rise to a renaissance for goodness and calm,

It was a document whose sole voice was its alphabets of philanthropic good will; which hummed inexhaustibly to scrap every bit of terror from its very non-existent roots,

It was a document which was the Omnipotent power of the Sun & Moon at the same time; ardently displaying the most eclectic graphs of human stalwarts & nature; alike,

It was a document which torrentially rained a mist of selfless patriotism upon every entity alive; blessed every tune of innocent existence with an unconquerable power to survive,

It was a document which so miraculously conveyed the message of World Peace; in a few succinct lines penned from every fervently true beat of the heart,

It was a document which ignited the most dormant arenas of the brain; towards a gorge of fabulously burgeoning human understanding,

It was a document which inundated every parched reservoir of the heart with unprecedented joy; as if one were browsing through the most imperiously impactful moments of ones life,

It was a document which unabashedly provoked you to shrug off every ounce of anxiety; formality; spuriousness from your life---become the optimistic sunshine of every new unfurling tomorrow,

It was a document which bore your majestic initials in the most veritable shades of Black & White; diffused your poignant spirit to holistically survive—to the whole world outside,

It was a document which was fantastically fathomless in every sphere of goodness; your most earnest right to exist as a mass of infallible oneness upon this planet,

It was a document which spelt its own inimitable will to exist; be the indomitable shoulder always to each of your comrades traversing the soil of mother earth; alive,

It was a document which cast its spell of undefeated togetherness forever upon mother earth; never letting you feel neglected; oblivious; solitary and despairingly deprived,

It was a document whose aura would remain immortal; as long as there breathed life in the true elixir of brotherhood upon the trajectory of planet divine,

It was a document which would be majestically mentioned in foremost pages of the history books; as one of the most mutually powerful metamorphosis of all mankind,

It was a document which blessed you with the truest definition of freedom; irrespective of where you existed; in every ingredient of your mind; body and benevolent spirit,


Hold on ! Hold on ! Before you start perceiving it to be some miraculous gem fallen from the sky; let me inform you that it was just a Treaty for World Peace & Humanitarian Goodwill—conceptualized by one of the finest humanitarians that ever can be. Bryant McGill.

But don’t you worry; the endless magic is waiting to begin NOW—THIS VERY MOMENT; only once you sign the Goodwill Treaty by both; electronically and hand; finding it celestially alive at its most spectacular website---www.goodwilltreaty.org ….

©® Poem Copyright by Nikhil Parekh. All Rights Reserved.
 
»FOR ME—WHAT MADE BRYANT MCGILL TRULY ROYAL….

 

Poem on ‘Bryant Mcgill’—Internationally Acclaimed Poet, Author of World’s No. 1 McGill’s English Dictionary of Rhyme, Celebrity Consultant & Inspirational Author (Official Website at www.bryantmcgill.com )




Royalty drifted most inscrutably from his ‘English Dictionary of Rhyme’; which had enchanted millions in its ebulliently rhythmic swirl—perennially captured the imagination of the globe as being the best and most inimitable of its kind,

Royalty drifted most charismatically from his ‘Benign Smile’; which made him approachable to one and all--- escalated him as an instant hero of the masses as well as the most unparalleled of celebrities; alike,

Royalty drifted most enigmatically from his ‘Eternal Poems’; which magnetized every conceivable living being to bond in the spirit of love; compassion and togetherness--- stirred the soul of even the ghastliest of devil to think of the divine,

Royalty drifted most bountifully from his ‘Endearing Fingers’; which unassailably intertwined with the essence of existence as it came---caressed every palpable object in vicinity with the zealous energy to unflinchingly survive,

Royalty drifted most unconquerably from his ‘Varied Charities’; which inexhaustibly strived to ameliorate every suffering on the planet—with the scepter of altruistic healing straight from the soul,

Royalty drifted most triumphantly from his ‘Magical Peace Treaty’; which timelessly breathed to unite the entire planet in a miraculous rainbow of good will and compassion—so that every human achieved true freedom its truest context,

Royalty drifted most vivaciously from his ‘Bewitching Photography’; which so astoundingly rendered color and passion to the most rustic things of life---capturing the freshness that reveled most spontaneously in the ever-proliferating countryside,

Royalty drifted most enchantingly from his ‘Countless Communities’; which majestically struck a chord with millions of Entrepreneurs/Professionals via lightening fast Internet---provided a platform for one and all to divulge the innermost realms of their conscience,

Royalty drifted most infallibly from his ‘Angelic Family’; with the divinely frolic and gestures of his daughters---enlightening many an inexplicably devastated life into a fountain of ecstatically rejuvenated breath,

Royalty drifted most symbiotically from his ‘Uninhibited Shadow’; which fearlessly taught one and all as to how a fellow living being can be helped in even the most tiniest of capacity—irrespective of the spurious differences of caste; color; religion and creed,

Royalty drifted most jubilantly from his ‘Priceless Signature’; which depicted the impeccable clarity of his undefeated ideals and thoughts; regurgitating every bit of deteriorating naked paper that it kissed,

Royalty drifted most seamlessly from his ‘Imperious Ears’; which were astoundingly sensitive to the faintest cries of his compatriots in inconsolable pain---triggered every pore of his body to selflessly rise to help and seek help—to the most ardent of his capacity,

Royalty drifted most blissfully from his ‘Ubiquitous Quotes’; which perpetuated a sky of undying inspiration in each of his readers veins---imploring them every instant to gallop forward into the road not traversed yet; and still emerge victorious,

All this and an infinite more were ofcourse true. But for me; what made ‘Bryant Mcgill’ truly ‘Royal’ was every beat of his unhindered heart palpitating solely for the religion of humanity---palpitating solely so that the entire world united into a singleton mass of friendship and love---far far and forever away from any idiosyncratic dimensions of hatred; color; caste; creed; money and tribe….

Poem Copyright © and written by Nikhil Parekh. All Rights Reserved.
 
»No heart should ever miss

 

No bird should ever miss the exuberant breeze; the
unsurpassable bits of vivacious sky; which triggered
it to shrug all inhibitions and perpetually fly,

No panther should ever miss the exotic wilderness of
the fathomless jungle; the kingly ambience of the
royal den which passionately awaited its oligarchic
personality,

No butterfly should ever miss flamboyant sunlight;
those vividly boisterous rays that unveiled its
grandiloquent beauty; fomented it to gleefully fun and
frolic,

No fish should ever miss the ravishingly swirling sea;
the unfathomable depths of emerald water which made
them magnificently glide like a prince; till times
ahead of eternity,

No cloud in the cosmos should ever miss the torrential
fountain of rain; the incomprehensible sea of golden
water which tumbled down in ecstatic frenzy; upon
disastrously parched ground,

No mother should ever miss playing with her most
cherished child; tossing it amicably in air; after
harnessing it with her blood and milk,

No glowworm should ever miss the stupendously alluring
night; the voluptuous blanket of blackness that aptly
propelled it to emanate its dazzling glow,

No eyelid should ever miss a flirtatious wink; the
infinitesimally inconspicuous action which sparked of;
a flurry of mischievously animated smiles,

No lip should ever miss an insatiably passionately
kiss; the ardent caress which made it float in realms
of impregnably fascinating fantasy,

No tortoise should ever miss the sprawling meadow of
plush grass; the astoundingly remarkable bliss it was
blessed to laze in; along with pecking at a festoon of
innocuous insects wandering carelessly around,

No pen should ever miss to marvelously scribble and
write; the insurmountable grandiloquence it imparted
to simple words; granting them a stature beyond the
kings,

No fruit should ever miss the tantalizing bedcover of
succulent leaves; the boundless network of chocolate
brown tendrils which sequestered it from the most
turbulent storm and rain,

No serpent should ever miss guarding an
unprecedentedly colossal treasury of gold biscuits;
protecting perseveringly earned wealth with the power
of its irrefutably sacred hood,

No valley should ever miss the ingratiatingly spell
binding echo; the enigmatic tunnel of reverberations
that diffused thereafter; the captivating tunes which
had so much to say,

No mind should ever miss a relentlessly proliferating
fantasy; the indefatigably enchanting reverie it
placed the body in; to exist even beyond infinite
births,

No ear should ever miss the fabulously gorgeous tunes
of the nightingale; the overwhelmingly seductive
melody in the rhapsodic sound; which made the soul
oblivious to all inexplicable misery and sadness,

No throat should ever miss heavenly mountain water;
the divinely liquid that cascaded down gently from the
pristine slopes; imparting ultimate contentment to the
viciously struggling conscience,

No nostrils should ever miss compassionately volatile
breath; the cloudbursts of rejuvenating air flowing
incessantly into the lungs; pioneering fresh traces of
life every unfurling instant,

And no heart should ever miss the immortal river of
love; which made just one singular life of tangible
existence; equivalent to countless more lifetimes…..





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»Happy Birthday to Indias most fascinating Business Magician---Mr. Mukesh Dhirubhai Ambani…

 

Happy B’day to India’s most fascinating Business Magician---Mr. Mukesh Dhirubhai Ambani…(Written on the momentous occassion of his 50th Birthday celebrations on April 19, 2007)



Just a sideways glace at his fierily expressive eyes was enough to convey—that they were ‘born to fathom the extraordinarily unique from bits of limpid nothingness’,


Just a sideways glance at his majestically creased forehead was enough to convey—that it was ‘born to timelessly relish every bit of royal goodness on planet divine’,

Just a sideways glance at his ardently emotive eyebrows was enough to convey—that they were ‘born to zealously jog forward in the profound fervor of enigmatic life’,

Just a sideways glance at his unflinchingly phlegmatic footsteps was enough to convey—that they were ‘born to befit a legacy which was considered to be the most unconquerable of all our times’,

Just a sideways glance at his innocuously poignant lips was enough to convey—that they were ‘born to timelessly spell a boundless ocean of realistic dreams in a world otherwise swamped by prejudiced war’,

Just a sideways glance at his astoundingly sensitive ears was enough to convey—that they were ‘born to rise to the most obscure shreds of creativity around; like a magician always euphorically rising to the spirit of newness’,

Just a sideways glance at his uninhibitedly sculpted fingers was enough to convey—that they were ‘born to add a perpetual sparkle to even the most mundanely squandering of destinies’,

Just a sideways glance at his regally jostling palms was enough to convey—that they were ‘born to harness the bestest elements of space around into an invincible empire of prosperous togetherness’,

Just a sideways glance at his effervescently brimming shadow was enough to convey—that it was ‘born to dream beyond the horizons of time; and yet pay true homage to the priceless parents, God and soil which had created it’,

Just a sideways glance at his honestly philanthropic shoulders was enough to convey—that they were ‘born to tower taller than the skies in the face of disaster --and forever bear fruit to the dreams of a billion indians’,

Just a sideways glance at his inexhaustibly upright spine was enough to convey—that they it was ‘born to lead this great country to only infallible success in every department and direction that a living organism could ever conceive’,

Just a sideways glance at his perseveringly sculpted chin was enough to convey—that it was ‘born to rest its outlines only upon the tracks of benevolently charmed victory till as long as life pumped in the veins’,

Just a sideways glance at his fervently cascading breath was enough to convey—that it was ‘born to metamorphose each impossible into a pragmatic paradise of possibles with the blessings of his parents and lord divine’,

And whilst all this just happened sideways---I just kept wondering and wondering and wondering as to what’d happen when I savor the honor of meeting India’s most fascinating business magician Eye to Eye—as that’d be one of the most enlightening moments of my life,

Till then, here’s wishing ‘Mr. Mukesh Dhirubhai Ambani’ via this poem written on the impoverished paper of my heart, a very happy and celestially blessed birthday which brings to the fore every unfinished desire of his bountiful soul and life…

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»Tribute Poem on DNA Newspaper-The 3 Magical Alphabets-DNA
They were 3 ALPHABETS which wove a web of intrigue, even in the most
monotonously arid of atmosphere,

They were 3 ALPHABETS which held their own inimitable identity;
amongst an infinite others which simply made no rhyme or realistic
sense,

They were 3 ALPHABETS which tantalized the most ordinary of brain; to
fantasize beyond realms of the unknown,

They were 3 ALPHABETS which had the might to evolve a complete living
race from the scratch; with the blessings of the Almighty Lord,

They were 3 ALPHABETS which traced the most infinitesimal aspect of
origin; then rose slowly and gradually to tower as the spirit of life
as existence progressed,

They were 3 ALPHABETS which constituted the backbone of every
personality alive; its intelligentia to carve a path amidst a pack of
wolves,

They were 3 ALPHABETS which rose over every caste; creed; religion and
race; depicting every soul's true mirror to the world even after it'd
died,

They were 3 ALPHABETS explicitly explained every ounce of evolution
with everlasting mysticism; as life painstakingly ticked every minute
to survive,

They were 3 ALPHABETS which injected color, charm, enlightenment into
every barren piece of paper; everytime one chose them to write,

And the best part. When these 3 ALPHABETS united together they formed
the most revolutionary and enthralling newspaper of my choice.
Showering courageous journalism from all round the globe with every
first rays of the Sun.

This very Newspaper is now in my hands. Its known as the "Daily News
& Analysis" or rather shall we say the magical 3 ALPHABETS united
together to proclaim its short form as the " DNA"….

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