By NIKHIL PAREKH
Poems depicting the 'Omnipotent' glory of the author in an enormous kinds that the poet may perhaps ever conceive. usual and uninhibited outpourings of the guts those poems delivery the reader right into a international of spirituality and elegance of Godhead. each poetic piece indicates Parekh's remarkable 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 sought after the stunning prowesses and powers of God at each one level in their lives. these who have lived every one fast in their lives worshipping his Omniscient grace without reference to 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 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 writer.
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37 GOD AND THE DEVIL God was the colossal hive of sweet honey; while the minuscule bits of impurity in it was the gruesome devil, God was the insurmountably ravishing eye; while the small traces of blindness in it was the ghastly devil, God was the boundless ocean; while the adulterated bits of oil entrapped in it was the horrendous devil, God was the fathomless river of crimson blood circulating in the body; while the disdainful infection lingering in it was the obnoxious devil, God was the holistically glistening sweat oozing from the armpits; while the ostentatious wisps of scent spuriously emanating from it was the satanic devil, God was the magnanimously foliated tree; while the parasites sucking its succulent juice was the nefarious devil, God was the crystalline expanse of sapphire blue skies; while the vicious streaks of tumultuous lightening was the salacious devil, God was the immaculate cluster of eggs splendidly sandwiched in the delectable nest; while the snake ready to gobble it surreptitiously was the barbaric devil, God was the brilliantly tenacious light; while the envelop of perpetual darkness was the hideous devil, God was the magnificently enchanting and redolent lotus; while the disastrously withering leaves was the heinous devil, God was the voluptuous sheath of silken black hair; while the abhorrent globules of white dandruff loitering aimlessly within was the perilous demon, God was the rejuvenating freshness that encompassed every tangible entity in entirety; while the sporadic bouts of laziness that invidiously crept in at times; was the deplorable devil, God was the impeccable body of pearly white Moon; while the transient coat of clouds that pertinently kept obscuring it was the abominable devil, God was anecdotes of astoundingly conjuring magic; while the moment it abruptly disappeared was the pernicious devil, God was the satiny carpet of incomprehensibly large desert sands; while the scorching pangs of thirst generated within was the ominous devil, God was the unrelenting string of wonderfully Omnipotent thoughts; while those few instants of raunchy perception was the sinister devil, God was astronomical fortitude and sagacious character; while the stinking tale of blatant lies was the deplorable devil, God was all the philanthropic humanity which immortally existed; while the sanctimonious religion it was bifurcated into was the despicable devil, God was the harmoniously pouring out blissful sleep; while the abashing abuse scattered stingily in it was the savage devil, And God was enigmatically beautiful life palpitating turbulently every minute; while the wickedly wandering mind inching towards unprecedented disaster; was the 1 God – by Nikhil Parekh diabolical devil… 39 WHEN ALMIGHTY LORD SPOKE When the garden of ravishingly crimson roses spoke; the acrimoniously miserly thorn fell completely silent, When the colossal dungeon replete with delectable honey spoke; the vial of heinous poison fell completely silent, When the battalion of mesmerizing nightingales spoke; the hideously soaring wailing vultures fell completely silent, When the overwhelmingly scintillating diamond spoke; the morbid pond incessantly buzzing with pertinent mosquitoes fell completely silent, When the sparkling pair of astoundingly fresh vegetables spoke; the decayed bread with fungus coated all over; fell completely silent, When the gargantuan mountain towering towards the naked patches of sky spoke; the lecherously hidden hole in the ground fell completely silent, When the boundlessly swirling ocean waters spoke; the horrendously scorching granules of the acrid desert fell completely silent, When the majestically striped tiger thunderously spoke; the fleet of menacing scorpions and lethal reptiles fell completely silent, When the incomprehensibly huge fortified ship spoke; the deplorably broken boat sinking inevitably towards the bottom fell completely silent, When infinite pages profusely blended with literature spoke; the wholesomely abashing fingerprint embodied on the wall fell completely silent, When the magnificently embellished aircraft zipping into space spoke; the pretentiously dying and lazily crawling worm fell completely silent, When the well inundated with frosty and sacrosanct cow milk spoke; the glass of profoundly diseased water fell completely silent, When the insurmountably fragrant leaves of pure saffron spoke; the most ghastliest of stench emanating in the atmosphere fell completely silent, When the brilliantly flamboyant Sun spoke; the sulking camouflage of appalling darkness fell completely silent, When the supremely silken conglomerate of royal pearls spoke; the diabolically corrugated skin of the cannibalistic crocodile fell completely silent, When the blazing cup of ecstatically rejuvenating tea spoke; the snobbishly shivering cold fell completely silent, When the ingeniously crafted articulate mater key spoke; the countless hurdles and doors blocked beyond the point of despair; fell completely silent, When the tantalizing aroma of delicious food spoke; the abominable pangs of bizarre starvation fell completely silent, And when the Omnipotent grace of Almighty Lord spoke; the satanically savage and brutal devil fell completely silent….
IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE TO LEAVE YOU O! GOD ! 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!
GOD ! 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!