Disastrously Abandoned me

How was the air ever related to me in even the most insouciant of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that my diminutive lungs; existed as the most royally embellished throne for centuries immemorial,

How was the Sun ever related to me in even the most transient of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that not a whisker of negativity lingered; for an infinite kilometers near my stride,

How was the earth ever related to me in even the most penurious of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that I replenished my emaciated stomach with its appetizing fruits; invincibly slept on its compassionate belly,

How were the stars ever related to me in even the most obfuscated of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that I was unsurpassably inspired and led to the best direction; even in the incarcerating blackness of midnight,

How were the roses ever related to me in even the most oblivious of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that I inhaled the scent of victorious heaven; on this very monotonous brick city of earth today,

How was the ocean ever related to me in even the most evanescent of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that each element of my impoverished existence; was majestically replenished with the spirit of tangy adventure,

How was the sky ever related to me in even the most infidel of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that every ingredient of my brain could unlimitedly fantasize; merely gazing at its azure infiniteness,

How was the tree ever related to me in even the most ephemeral of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that every morbidly restless nerve of mine; found celestial reprieve in its compassionately befriending shade,

How was the grass ever related to me in even the most lackadaisical of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that every step that my foot traversed; would be amiably welcomed by a cushion of profoundly undefeated velvetiness,

How was the rain ever related to me in even the most fugitive of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that every famished pore of my divested skin; was unconquerably rejuvenated with the freshness of exotic creation,

How were the horizons ever related to me in even the most disappearing of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that I was triggered to imagine beyond the realms of the ordinary; for a countless more lives yet to come,

How were the deserts ever related to me in even the most deteriorating of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that my eyes were treated to the enigmatic vastness of the Lord's creation; the most astoundingly mouth-watering mirages of all times,

How was the rainbow ever related to me in even the most invisible of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that there palpitated innovation galore; in every beat of my feebly throbbing heart,

How was the Moon ever related to me in even the most cloistered of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that the milkiness of innocuous childhood; always zipped past through every of my estranged vein,

How was the forest ever related to me in even the most nonchalant of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that the innumerable sensitivities and forms of mother nature; inscrutably lingered in my soul,

How was the fog ever related to me in even the most evaporating of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that each of my robotically insensitized nerves; were liberated by the exultation of the wondrously enamoring mist,

How were the mountains ever related to me in even the most sequestered of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that every infirm and shivering bone of mine; was insuperably safe-guarded; against the deadliest of devil's attack,

How were the dewdrops ever related to me in even the most retractable of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that every curve of malicious depression on my face; metamorphosed into a gorge of unshakably miraculous newness,

And you; who were infact my very own blood relations; my very own brothers; sisters; father; mother; grandfather; grandmother; wife; children; uncle's and aunts; abandoned me when I needed to share my heart out with you; abandoned me when I sought comfort in your souls; abandoned me when I was a failure in my quest for success; disastrously abandoned me when I needed you the most?
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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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