In My Child's Immortal Eyes

My entire life I kept frantically searching for it; at times in the most majestic of castles; while at times in the steps of that led to the freshly constructed temple of simplistically pink stone,

My entire life I kept desperately searching for it; at times in tempestuously jostling streets; while at times in the winds of perpetually tranquil and nondescript silence,

My entire life I kept disorientedly searching for it; at times in vibrantly soaring kites of fathomless sky; while at times in every terrestrial flock of sheep that nimbly wandered through the valley,

My entire life I kept unrelentingly searching for it; at times in patriotically blazing battlefields of unflinching bravery; while at times in every ethereal butterfly that fluttered past my unkempt kitchen window,

My entire life I kept disconsolately searching for it; at times in the enigmatically intrepid forests; while at times in orphaned ponds of rapaciously seductive rain water,

My entire life I kept indefatigably searching for it; at times in the rhapsodically ebullient entrenchment of clouds; while at times in the brilliantly scintillating epitome of the indomitably towering mountains,

My entire life I kept tirelessly searching for it; at times in the profoundly resplendent stars; while at times in the profusely honey embellished crevices; of
the rambunctiously frolicking hive,

My entire life I kept intransigently searching for it; at times in vapidly ramshackle hillocks of sordid clay; while at times in the effusively explicit reflection that emanated from the sheet of pellucid mirror,

My entire life I kept irrevocably searching for it; at times in playgrounds of humble innocuousness; while at times in the stonily inane blackness of the frigid winter night,

My entire life I kept hopelessly searching for it; at times in fathomless open spaces of crass nothingness; while at times in celestially tantalizing fairies having just
descended from the cosmos,

My entire life I kept disgruntlingly searching for it; at times in regally tangy waters of the undulating ocean; while at times in vivaciously evanescent rainbows that brazenly swept across the horizons,

My entire life I kept limitlessly searching for it; at times in the ingeniously proliferating chapters of venerated earth; while at times in the transiently exotic fragrance of the fascinatingly seasonal rose,

My entire life I kept indiscriminately searching for it; at times in the blissfully untainted waters of the pristine Ganges; while at times in the uncanny stillness as crimson dusk transcended all in conceivable vicinity,

My entire life I kept restlessly searching for it; at times in the most contemporarily vivid of paraphernalia; while at times in the fantastically iridescent dew-drops lazily kissing lush green ground,

My entire life I kept timelessly searching for it; at times in meadows of propitious virility; while at times in the unitedly heavenly cluster of symbiotic mankind,

My entire life I kept frenetically searching for it; at times in uninhibitedly untamed wilderness; while at times in the most exquisitely garnished of freshly wedded brides,

My entire life I kept irretrievably searching for it; at times in unendingly silken fantasies; while at times in the fabric of the impeccably unblemished and ingratiating Moon,

My entire life I kept agonizingly searching for it; at times in mythically reverberating monasteries; while at times in the unequivocally cascading leaves of jubilantly burgeoning and magical autumn,

My entire life I kept unstoppably searching for it; at times in the paradise of incomprehensibly ardent desire; while at times in the most unfathomably emollient laps of priceless luxury,

Nonchalantly wasting countless precious hours of mine; eventually tasting the lackadaisically ghoulish corpses of defeat and maudlin disparity; for if at all I was going to find any trace of Godly truth on this Universe today; then it wasn't going to be in opulent statutes of gold and silver; neither could the so called unconquerable politicians ever dream of harboring it even in the most ephemeral reflections of
their hides,

For if there was indeed God on earth today; if there was indeed the spearhead of invincible truth left brilliantly radiating on this incarcerated planet today; then it wasn't in Mother Nature which man had so mercilessly adulterated; but was infact in those mischievously darting shoulders just at whisker lengths from my body; in my newly born child's immortal eyes.
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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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