All That I Could Ever Dream Of

When I lived in the beer bottle; all that I could ever dream of was an ocean of inebriating alcohol; streams of frothy booze putting me to everlasting sleep,

When I lived in the conventional television; all that I could ever dream was a myriad of sleazy characters; uttering a festoon of ostentatious dialogues; trying their best to trigger the gloomy audience into hilarious smiles,

When I lived on the pugnacious fire body of the blazing Sun; all that I could ever dream of was unprecedented heat; sizzling rays of golden light stringently entrenching every iota of my skin,

When I lived in the refrigerator; all that I could ever dream of was frozen crusts of white ice; silver streams of chilled liquid cascading down painstakingly over my naked chest,

When I lived in the steep well; all that I could ever dream of was morbid darkness; the slime coated frog bouncing euphorically; flooding the solitary ambience around with its discordant croaks,

When I lived in the birds nest; all that I could ever dream of was a cocoon of shimmering white eggs; pairs of innocuous young fledglings squealing ecstatically
in new born life,

When I lived in the ocean; all that I could ever dream of was gargantuan loads of salt and frothy spray; scores of delectable fish gliding vivaciously gliding past my nose; spreading unfathomable waves of fantasy in my heart,

When I lived in the veins; all that I could ever dream of was crimson blood; gushing in sheer rhapsody through the conglomerate of tender bone and dainty flesh,

When I lived in the country gutter; all that I could ever dream of was fetid sewage; the horrendously obnoxious stench of decaying garbage infiltrating every instant in my nose,

When I lived in the deserts; all that I could ever dream of was unsurpassable territories of sweltering hot sands; the belligerent thorns of cactus staring in animosity at the travelers who traversed by,

When I lived in the handle of the gleaming butcher knife; all that I could ever dream of was the merciless assassination of several innocent sheep; shearing apart their succulent body in order to appease the demons gluttony,

When I lived in the fields of fathomless cotton; all that I could ever dream of was immaculate pieces of silken cloth; an infinite ensemble of gaudy cloth hung
tantalizingly in the showrooms,

When I lived in the voluptuous coagulation of ominous black clouds; all that I could ever dream of was tumultuous streaks of thunder lightening; ferocious droplets of sparkling rain pelting incessantly on the trajectory of this earth,

When I lived in the pristine oyster; all that I could ever dream of was the boundless assembly of glowing pearls; the exorbitant opulence and glamour encapsulating the neck of every princess,

When I lived in the scalp; all that I could ever dream of tons of animated hair drifting in the direction of the breeze; incomprehensible granules of disdainful dandruff feasting merrily on the skull,

When I lived in raw mud; all that I could ever dream of was clusters of grass sprouting out in rampant tandem; the hideous snakes and worms crawling
furtively into their respective burrows at night,

When I lived in the automobile tyre; all that I could ever dream of was several bellows of freshly trapped air; electric speeds enveloping me every second as the
car galloped into the jagged necklace of hills,

When I lived in the lap of my mother; all that I could ever dream of was my nostalgic childhood; the moments of inexorable mischief that I had executed while pulling her nose; incorrigibly refraining to study when she scolded me,

When I lived in the Omnipotent statue of the Almighty creator; all that I could ever dream of was the entire Universe; the magnificent beauty that he had evolved
to admire; the astounding prowess that he had endowed upon every human being to create an entity possessing his own blood,

And when I lived in the heart of my beloved; all that I could ever dream was pure love; drowning in the aisles of her ravishing romance; blending my impoverished soul in the stream of her passionate breath to exist blissfully in this life; as well as many more lives to come.
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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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