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Rhyming Poems
By
Nikhil Parekh
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My style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never
ever been written before or experimented on the
mortal planet by any mortal , though my Poetry /
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infront of GODS holy messengers . So any victorious
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directly communicate with me at the address ,
nikhilparekh99@gmail.com or
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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 Indias Best Book of Records , Ranked 2nd in the
World officially to Guinness Book of World Records .
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Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood , Humanity ,
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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
CONTENTS
1. AFTERMATH'S OF PINCHING
2. ANECDOTES OF FANTASY
3. ANGELS OF THE SKY
4. ATTIRE
5. A GLASS OF WATER
The pot bellied tortoise receded its head way back in its
obdurate shell,
Gulped down handsome pints of water; before shutting his eyes
and going to sleep.
The venomous spider; trapped a plethora of insect in its
battalion of arms,
Traversed across the periphery of its silken; before clamping its
legs and
falling asleep.
The preposterously huge whale; hunted down gargantuan
amounts of small fish,
Transforming the ostentatious silhouette of the luxury ship into
pieces of floating log; before transiting to realms of deep sleep.
Slithering reptiles in the densely cloistered jungle; stung
innocuous people by the campfire,
Stealthily devouring fresh eggs laid by bird mother; before they
retreated in their den to sleep.
The disdainful leech; sucked infinite amount of blood,
Stuck intractably like the strongest of glue; languishing a bit
before falling into
a snooze.
Stray donkey's on the road; obstreperously wailed their tale of
daily woes,
Stood on their hooves; with their heads lowered down in shame;
before embracing night sleep.
The hunchbacked camel in the desert ambled at languid speeds,
Stored colossal amounts of water in its belly; before he bent
down on the sand
to sleep.
Hordes of mosquitoes stung scores of people; mischievously
grinned,
Extracting robust blood to gratify their gluttony; before going to
sleep.
And over and above all; I wanted to be your heart; which was
purer than the
most exquisite of gold; loved me more than anybody else
inhabiting this earth.
14. I WANTED TO MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE
The nimble blades of grass sprouting from soil; wanted
sumptuous sunshine for
nutrition,
The boisterous squirrels clambering on the tree; wanted a
The reptiles slithering mystically through a labyrinth of blend of
insect and large succulent leaf,
The frogs croaking in discordant cacophony; wanted blotted
ponds of water to bathe and make merry,
The mystically radiant reptile slithering through jungle bush;
wanted
innocuous trespassers; to sting,
The pearly white mushrooms growing rampantly in the fields;
wanted tinges of disdainful dirt,
The hunch backed camel traversing through the abysmally hot
desert; wanted revitalizing refreshments of water,
The uncanny spider spinning its web with dexterity; wanted to
devour unsuspecting prey entangled in vicinity,
The ostentatiously inflated persona of balloon; wanted to soar at
unprecedented heights in the air and fly,
The diminutive body of matchstick; wanted to incinerate
mammoth buildings and produce fire,
The majestic leopard galloping through the forest, wanted to
capsize its prey; pulverize it to pieces,
The ubiquitous birds flying in the sky; wanted to reach back
their nests before the onset of perilous night,
The ravenous waves of the sea blended perfectly in full Sunlight;
wanted to rise high; collide with the jagged rocks and eventually
die,
The brown eyed looking impeccable goat; wanted to consume
lots of corn
and produce frosty milk,
The sniffer dogs running at swashbuckling speeds through the
city streets; wanted to hunt nefarious criminals; annihilate
traces of their entity,
bath.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the plummeting showers of
torrential rain,
When I set out to conquer the world barefoot; basking in the
spirit of adventure.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the majestically gliding eagle
in the sky,
When I envisaged about the harmony of thought; the blissful
symmetry of existence.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the shrill ringing of the
telephone,
When I nostalgically reminisced the conversations I had with my
beloved on telephone.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the painstakingly trespassing
desert camel,
When I was on the threshold of succumbing life; and I had
relinquished the tenacity of youth.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the brilliantly burning bulb,
When I was on the course of reaching stupendous echelons of
invincible stardom.
And I wanted all speeds of life to be transferred to my fellow
beings in acute distress,
The moment I left for my heavenly abode; to rest perennially in
celestial arms of the Creator.
33. THREADS
When I tried to cross swirling waters of the river on threads of
fragile paper,
The contraption disdainfully broke midway; and I hurtled down
at astounding speeds to blend with the cold water.
When I tried to clamber up the mighty edifice on threads of
molten wax,
I miserably failed in my daunting attempt; with the slurry of
candle sucking me to the ground bottom.
40. BUBBLES
When I pricked a large bubble impregnated with acid; infinite
droplets of fumes flew all over my persona,
Transforming my glowing skin; into complete shambles of
pathetic brown; and I emitted a few tears unable to bear the
anguish.
When I pricked minuscule bubbles of soap emanating from the
bathtub; a pungent
spray flew in my eyes,
It was as if someone had hurled tones of chili powder; and the
interiors of my eye developed a severe red allergy.
When I pricked rotund bubbles incorporated with honey; sweet
globs of liquid
fell on my face,
I felt nice in the beginning; but it soon became a disdainful
nuisance; as clusters of stinging ants clambered up at fast pace.
When I pricked plastic bubbles looking thoroughly inflated; a
sudden gush of
stale air rushed across my lips,
There was a deafening roar produced that inundated my ears;
and for the next
few minutes I was unable to decode sound.
When I pricked bubbles filled with crimson blood; my
immaculate clothes
acquired blotches of red,
A sickening smell encompassed the ambience; and I felt like
vomiting out
consumed food; wanting to eliminate the process of death.
When I pricked bubbles compactly filled with frozen ice; tiny
nuggets of ice
cascaded down my neck,
Umpteenth hair on my body stood up due to impact of the bitter
cold; and my
teeth started to violently clatter.
They tied it with chains and iron shackles; tugged at it with from
all sides
exerting tumultuous strength,
It didnt utter the slightest of whisper; neither did it move a
centimeter; proving their vindictive attempts worthlessly futile.
They left a fleet of hostile vulture to devour it; pulverize its
persona to threadbare rags,
It remained as stoical as ever; and the birds flew away without
trying to invade and harm it.
They then banged and pummeled it with their fists; as a
manifestation of their anger and frustration,
Used all paraphernalia they could lay their hands on to
dismantle it; it still stood like rock unmoved by the proceedings.
It had withstood the severest of test on umpteenth an occasion;
without yielding to pressures of ostentation and society,
And grew more formidable, as the prejudiced tried to crush it;
the dictators tried to capture it; and the opulent tried to
purchase it,
It had remained as fresh as a new born for centuries
unprecedented; it possessed the immortal blessings of God,
O! yes it was indeed the one and only invincible pillar of love.
44. THE PUNCH
When I punched a bag replete with mud; overflowing to the brim
with bountiful
food grain,
There flew tones of dust in the still air; of which some it settled
on my nose;
partially obscuring my vision.
When I punched an inflated balloon in its midriff; infinite
molecules of gas escaped in fury,
There was an obstreperous sound produced; which almost
ripped apart intricate
arenas of my eardrum.
When I punched the colossal sized melon with my fists; the shell
broke open
into incommensurate halves,
A myriad of fleshy splinters flew everywhere in the air; and the
slimy juice languidly cascaded down my immaculate face.
When I punched the solid baked brick; exerting tumultuous
pressure against its navel,
Shards of disdainful concrete entered my crystalline eye; along
with a series of fracture that enveloped my knuckle.
When I punched the heavyweight champion in the solar plexus;
there was a myriad of fetid sweat droplets that stung me with
alacrity,
His esteem got thoroughly provoked; and he pulverized me to
dust displaying his overpowering brawn.
When I punched biscuits of pure gold; glittering impeccably in
the enchanting
moonshine,
My fingers acquired faint tinges of yellow; and I profoundly
regretted the wastage
that I had produced.
When I punched the venomous reptile that hung from the tree;
trying to
frivolously fondle with its skin,
The monster bared its fangs in vindication; hissing vociferously
and eventually inserting its deadly poison in my flesh.
When I punched the assembly of scintillating mirror; it diffused
into a myriad
of minuscule fragments,
My reflection now appeared comically distorted; and droplets of
crimson blood
oozed from my palms as an aftermath.
When I punched the power horn in the truck; applying
unrelenting pressure from
my wrists,
There was a deafening noise that was produced; instantly
overpowering the
Although as the hours zipped by; the same Sun set behind the
mountains; with
its brilliant rays now transiting into pathetic Black.
The light emanating from the moon was an immaculate white;
subtly illuminating
the darkness of the night;
Although as the first hours of dawn stealthily crept in; the
moonlight simply faded; without leaving a single trace.
The light radiating from the high voltage bulb was wholesomely
flamboyant;
piercing with stringent velocity through particles of gloom,
Although when I merely caressed the switch with my fingers; it
abruptly shut
up without the slightest of struggle.
The light diffusing from the volcano was belligerent and hostile;
torching all
the animate that came in proximity,
Although when the tremors subsided; the same sparkle got
submerged in clouds
of insipid smoke.
The light emerging from traffic signals appeared scintillating;
blending
perfectly with the flurry of traffic traversing the roads at nights,
Although the contraption failed to produce the same effects in
the morning;
when the natural shine of the sun overwhelmingly took over.
The light originating from the stars was silvery in complexion;
besieging the
ambience with an enchanting mysticism,
Although when came the next morning; there was no sign of the
light as well as
the galaxy of prominent stars.
The light ejecting out from the mountain stream was a
juxtaposition of several
colors; as the sunrays punctured it,
And finally when I wore the bangle of our love on my wrists; all
my apprehensions vanished into minute oblivion,
My hands; my persona; and the coordination of my senses all got
astronomically reinvigorated; and they seemed to be gaining
strength as each day unveiled into perilous night.
The End .