Alive

If I perceived myself as a king; then I was indeed perched on the embellished throne; with a festoon of diamonds glittering royally by my side,

If I perceived myself as a panther; then I was indeed the menacing beast on the jungle; trampling rampantly through the dense undergrowths; paving my own
inimitable way,

If I perceived myself as a mountain; then I was indeed the summit shimmering magnificently under the flamboyant rays of Sun,

If I perceived myself as a peacock; then I was indeed a pompous bird; blossoming my armory of vivacious feathers ingratiatingly towards the sky,

If I perceived myself as a beggar; then I was indeed the ragamuffin spreading my hands abominably on the streets; waiting for those indispensable coins of currency to flood my scared and impoverished hands,

If I perceived myself as a duck; then I was indeed the appeasingly dimpled monster; floating on the serene surface of tepid water,

If I perceived myself as an infinitesimal speck; then I was indeed the diminutive mosquito; irascibly buzzing around the divinely asleep eardrum,

If I perceived myself as the fortified castle; then I was indeed the invincible walls of iron which shrugged off the most mightiest of attack with nonchalant ease,

If I perceived myself as the grandiloquent Sun; then I was indeed the fountain of mesmerizing rays that illuminated every cloistered cranny of earth,

If I perceived myself as a criminal; then I was indeed the satanic hoodlum intransigently bent upon devastating blissful mankind,

If perceived myself as dumb; then I was indeed bereft of words and speech; stood like a retarded lunatic when infact I had a fathomless treasury of eloquence embedded in my soul,

If I perceived myself as a tear; then I was indeed disdainful depression insurmountably augmenting by the unveiling second,

If I perceived myself as a magician; then I was indeed the astoundingly inexplicable conjurer; metamorphosing all chunks of bland mud into biscuits of gold,

If I perceived myself as garbage; then I was indeed the pile of horrendously fetid sewage; lying dilapidated and decaying to rot,

If I perceived myself as a cloud; then I indeed a surreally fabulous fantasy; pelting down showers of flirtatious romance,
If I perceived myself as a needle; then I was indeed the minuscule strand of metal disgustingly poking people in their ribs,

If I perceived myself as darkness; then I was indeed a perpetually solitary ambience; enveloped from all sides by inevitably bizarre grief,

If I perceived myself as sick; then I was indeed suffering from astronomically high fever; with my forehead blazing more than blistering embers of sizzling fire,

If I perceived myself as happy; then I was indeed exuberant; embracing the absolute pinnacle of prosperity uninhibitedly with both arms,

If I perceived myself as a shark; then I was indeed the preposterously huge monster; ready to rip apart innocuous personalities into infinite bits of their
original form,

If I perceived myself as fearless; then I was indeed valiantly doughty; ready to confront the most deadliest of catastrophe; without flinching or faltering the slightest,

If I perceived myself as sheep; then I was indeed the fleet footed and daintily nimble animal; celestially existing amongst boundless of my kind,

If I perceived myself as love; then I was indeed a messiah profusely dedicated to propagating its different forms; to far and distant across this colossal Universe,

If I perceived myself as hatred; then I was indeed deceitful anecdotes of malice; snapping the cherished essence of sacrosanct life,

If I perceived myself as truth; then I was indeed an irrefutable idol of honesty; assisting countless individuals trapped in the dungeon of salacious lechery; with optimism seeming an overwhelmingly far cry,

If I perceived myself as ugly; then I was indeed the unfortunate possessor of distorted features; with every organ of my body gruesomely placed and
repugnantly grotesque,

If I perceived myself as beautiful; then I was indeed gorgeous; with my lips portraying that voluptuously pink and robust tinge,

If I perceived myself as a blabber mouth; then I was indeed an inexorably talkative individual; chattering tirelessly all throughout the day and for marathon
hours of the sultry night,

If I perceived myself as a volcano; then I was indeed a fulminating stream of lava; erupting out with brute force from the compassionate belly of soil,

If I perceived myself as a bee; then I was indeed a rambunctiously chattering fly; profoundly engrossed in evolving pools of golden honey,
If I perceived myself as poignantly piquant; then I was indeed the ardent granules of spicy salt; which the swirling waves of the ocean flung with an
insatiable intensity upon the shores,
 
If I perceived myself as blind; then I was indeed without sight; stumbling pathetically on each pebble that came my way; inspite of having emphatic eyes,

If I perceived myself as unlucky; then I was indeed the man with a stone touch; converting each thing I caressed into rock hard boulder; when infact the stars
that shone on my birth were those befitting a prince,

If I perceived myself as thunder; then I was indeed streaks of electric silver lightening ready to strike ground & tremendously terrorize,

If I perceived myself as a candle; then I was indeed the uncertainly flickering flame; deluging the dreary ambience with a beam of vibrant hope and light,

If I perceived myself as a pig; then I was indeed the incomprehensibly fat and greedy beast; ready to gobble virtually whatever that I could lay my hands upon,

If I perceived myself as a fruit; then I was indeed a rubicund sapling; ready to placate the gluttony of those who indispensably wanted food,

If I perceived myself as a reflection; then I was indeed an ethereally appearing shadow; which cropped up in brightness and vanished completely
with dolorously Black light,

If I perceived myself as a bone; then I was indeed a dreadful skeleton; with absolutely not the tiniest trace of energy left in my countenance,

If I perceived myself as smile; then I was indeed an entity wholesomely blended with joy; basking in the unprecedented glory of pure ecstasy,

If I perceived myself as dead; then I was indeed buried unfathomable feet beneath soil; despite having my heart palpitating violently beyond
the boundaries of life,

And if I perceived myself as living; then I was indeed having life; irrespective of the unsurpassable battalion of hurdles that confronted me in my way; raring to ubiquitously spread the wonderful essence of my breath; raring to ubiquitously spread the most sacred word of all; called alive.
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Nikhil Parekh

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 , 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 Different 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 e-book (5) Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most number of replies from World Leaders and World Organizations (6) Being the First Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to the International Goodwill Treaty for World Peace - GoodwillTreaty.org (7) Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films at Youtube.com - The World's largest video sharing website (8) Being the 1st Indian Poet to be featured for his Poetry Book - 'Love versus Terrorism- Poems on Anti Terror, Peace' , at Wattpad.com - The World's most popular ebook community and largest website for reading books on mobile phones (9) Being the first Indian Poet whose video reciting a Poem on Nelson Mandela , has been placed at the official website of the Government of South Africa (10) Having authored LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY - which is of Print Length 5254 pages and currently has approximately 1.15 million words , financially selling in the Amazon.com Kindle Store United States at - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ . The Indian Poet has written thousands of varied poems on - God , Peace , Love , Anti Terrorism , Friendship , Life , Death , Environment, Wildlife , Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood , Humanity , Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty , Lovers , Brotherhood . His Books and Poems have had millions of viewers and downloads on the Internet . Parekh is an author of 47 varied Books which include - 1 God ( volume 1 to volume 4 ) , The Womb ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , Love Versus Terrorism ( Part 1 to Part 2 ) , You die; I die - Love Poems ( Part 1 to Part 16 ) , Life = Death ( volume 1 to volume 10 ), The Power of Black ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother , Hide and Seek ( part 1 to part 8 ) , Longest Poem written by Nikhil Parekh - Only as Life . These Books comprise of nearly a 7000 pages of his Poetry in their entirety . The Poet's Poetry has had the patronization of several versatile World Leaders including the Queen of England . Visit http://nikhilparekh.net ; the webpage . more…

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