How The Hell Can You Ever Dare?

Can you ever dare to call enchantingly mesmerizing fantasy; as dastardly unemployed; even in the most inanely bizarre of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call timelessly burgeoning innovation; as ghastily unemployed; even in the most treacherously delinquent of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call unsurpassably untamed sensuality; as murderously unemployed; even in the most sadistically remorseful of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call ubiquitously compassionate brotherhood; as salaciously unemployed; even in the most tyrannically incarcerating of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call blissfully symbiotic environment; as abjectly unemployed; even in the most hedonistically cadaverous of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the rhapsodically eternal seawave; as derogatorily unemployed; even in the most nefariously perverted of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the impeccably unconquerable lap of the divine mother; as satanically unemployed; even in the most torridly truculent of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the Omnipotent clouds in the sky; as maliciously unemployed; even in the most acrimoniously venomous of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the redolently Omnipresent rose; as lethally unemployed; even in the most cold-bloodedly bludgeoning of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the magically fructifying dewdrops; as preposterously unemployed; even in the most demonically unceremonious dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the resplendently shimmering stars; as debasingly unemployed; even in the most deliriously lugubrious of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the mystically rubicund cheeks; as brutally unemployed; even in the most sardonically castigated of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the pristinely newborn child; as perfidiously unemployed; even in the most brazenly idiosyncratic of dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the vivaciously exuberant peacock; as ignominiously unemployed; even in the most invidiously sinister of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the aisles of everlasting paradise; as vituperatively unemployed; even in the most egregiously embittered of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the seductively crimson crested nightingale; as horrendously unemployed; even in the most cannibalistically prurient of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call priceless streams of quintessentially perennial water; as horrifically unemployed; even in the most nonchalantly slavering of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the impregnably cardinal blacks of the eye; as lackadaisically unemployed; even in the most insidiously squandering of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the invincibly sequestering mountains; as unabashedly unemployed; even in the most perilously withering of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the Omnipotent seeds sown in emollient soil; as baselessly unemployed; even in the most profanely deteriorating of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the unceasingly enlightening rays of the Sun; as pugnaciously unemployed; even in the most capriciously flagrant of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the perpetual caverns of life-bestowing breath; as dangerously unemployed; even in the most ominously disoriented of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call royally peerless artistry; as fecklessly unemployed; even in the most haughtily sanctimonious of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the religion of unassailable humanity; as regretfully unemployed; even in the most obsoletely livid of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the crops spawning miraculously from mother soil; as diabolically unemployed; even in the most corruptly sodomized of your dreams?

Can you ever dare to call the heaven of immortally insuperable love; as parsimoniously unemployed; even in the most unscrupulously wastrel of your dreams?

Therefore how the hell can you ever dare to call a poet whose every ingredient of crimson blood is composed of nothing else but all of the above, and an infinite more astoundingly benevolent sensitivity; as threadbarely unemployed; even in the most hatefully stagnating of your dreams?
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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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