I Would Die; Die; And Most Certainly Die

Be it from the most majestically compassionate palaces of glittering gold; or be it from the most acrimoniously impoverished streets; which hissed nothing else but asphyxiating poverty and treacherous dust the entire day,

Be it from the most opulently sensuous skies pregnant with rhapsodic rain; or be it from the most hedonistically torturous den of brutal scorpions; which spurted vindictive venom all night and day,

Be it from the most invincibly emollient lap of the venerated mother; or be it from the most pulverized treads of the haplessly devastated orphan; from whose
eyes radiated nothing else but tears of inexplicable helplessness,

Be it from the most indomitably royal apogee of the triumphant mountain; or be it from the most deplorably shattered mirrors; from which reflected nothing else
but unfathomably distorted imagery,

Be it from the most victoriously blazing of Omnipotent Sun; or be it from the most hideously sadistic cloak of devilishly crippling darkness; which sulked in the mortuaries of remorse for times immemorial,

Be it from the most effulgently symbiotic of meadows; or be it from the most cold-bloodedly infertile rocks; which unrelentingly and heartlessly smashed an
infinite bones; into inconspicuously worthless chowder,

Be it from the most Omnisciently blessed of silken palms; or be it from the most ghoulishly stinking corpses of stagnation; which did nothing else but jinx
every organism alive; beyond realms of holistic recognition,

Be it from the most lusciously ignited of blossoming lips; or be it from the most thorny terrains of preposterous wilderness; upon which feared to tread even the most peerlessly invincible of soul,

Be it from the most romantically undulating seas; or be it from the most pathetically smoldering ashes of the fires; which died a miserably parsimonious death countless hours ago,

Be it from the most ubiquitously egalitarian philanthropist's eyes; or be it from the most robotically sleazy business tycoon; for whom the entire Universe just a insouciantly emotionless pendulum of tawdry give and take,

Be it from the most tantalizingly mesmerizing waterfalls of insatiable heavenliness; or be it from the most apocalyptically pugnacious cactuses of
malevolently barbarous abhorrence,

Be it from the most impregnably humanitarian of chests; or be it from the most heartlessly blood-sucking mosquitoes; which knew nothing else but to slowly and painstakingly suck every ounce of vibrantly enthralling life,

Be it from the most eternally replenishing bellies of panoramic mother nature; or be it from the most ostracized land of the devil; where solely rained the
holocausts of unimaginably penalizing prejudice,

Be it from the most regally insuperable streams of infallible truth; or be it from the most ominously desecrating skeletons of infidelity; from which wafted
nothing else but diabolically raunchy lavatories of betrayal and lies,

Be it from the most formidably unconquerable fortresses of righteousness; or be it from the most despicably demented dungeons of debauchery; which inexorably crucified every form of undefeated life; on the pretexts of baselessly bawdy religion,

Be it from the most passionately rejuvenated tunnels of the perennial nostrils; or be it from the most indiscriminately open jaw of the sadistically chortling ghost; who was the absolute epitome of incarcerated unmanliness,

Be it from the most Omnipresent abodes of the perpetually blessing God's; or be it from the most lynched labyrinth of dismally imprisoning blackness a
countless feet beneath soil; which numbed even the most ephemeral trace of vitality and desire,

Be it from the most immortally passionate cocoons of the benign heart; or be it from the most despondently fretful feces meaninglessly rotting on the lavatory
seat; which inevitably perpetuated the last trifle of breath to indefinitely suffocate in the chamber of robust lungs,

O! yes; It could be from absolutely anywhere; anyplace; anyone on this limitlessly enamoring planet; I wouldn't mind that the slightest; but I wanted love to desperately come to me; engulf my mind; body and crucified spirit this very instant; like the first princely rainshower of the monsoon; because without it I knew I would die; die and most certainly die.
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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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