My Talk Had No End

When I met the gardener; all I ended up talking with him was; a battalion of wild shrubs and creepers dangling in tandem from the century old dilapidated wall,

When I met the businessman; all I ended up talking with him was; a myriad of astutely commercial plans; a stupendously manipulative analysis of the present day
stock market,

When I met the tennis champion; all I ended up talking with him was; the handsome strokes he executed in the marathon game; the astounding dexterity with which he
maneuvered the ball all round the court of voluptuous grass,

When I met the clouds; all I ended up talking with them was; the incredulously exotic showers of turbulent rain which caressed earth full throttle; the heavenly reprieve they gave our soil from the tyranny of scorching summer,

When I met the pig; all I ended up talking with him was; the daily heaps of gruesomely stinking garbage; the insatiable gluttony he felt every single unleashing minute of the day,

When I met the convict; all I ended up talking with him was; the murky side of life; the uncouthly satanic ocean of blood in which he found himself inevitably
drowning in as time unveiled,

When I met the priest; all I ended up talking with him was; the sacrosanct repertoire of scriptures embossed in the Bible; the mystical balance between good and
the repulsively bad in daily life,

When I met the politician; all I ended up talking with him was; the nonchalant list of boring policies he planned to evolve over a period of time; the relentless list of portfolio's which he had ushered to his ministers; putting me to sleep right before his
bulging eyes,

When I met the soldier; all I ended up talking with him was; an unending tale of daunting war; the insurmountable tenacity he had displayed while indefatigably fighting for his home soil,

When I met the dancer; all I ended up talking with him was; the latest trends in contemporary disco; the seductively tantalizing styles which he implemented to keep his audience fully boisterous; even after wee hours of yawning midnight,

When I met the avalanche of augmenting snow; all I ended up talking with him was; the bizarre cold experienced perennially at all times; the overwhelming agony of being mutilated by austerely cold winds from left; right and center,

When I met the eunuch; all I ended up talking with it was; the unsurpassable sorrow with which it was bestowed upon this life; the perpetual longing in its heart to take birth in infinite lives; again as man,

When I met the doctor; all I ended up talking with him was; the stringently obnoxious odor of potent medication; the ingeniously life yielding drugs which
had just arrived in the conventional market,

When I met the housewife next door; all I ended up talking with her was; the boundless chores of duty to be fulfilled each day; the irascible humming of her
children which kept her wide awake all night,

When I met the author; all I ended up talking with him was; his countless ocean of innovative ideas; the names of his publishers and the names of his cherished books,

When I met the robust complexioned grandfather; all I ended up talking with him was; the fathomless string of his life time experiences; the nostalgic reminisces
of his innocuous youth; which fomented a passionate flurry of silver tears to well up his eyes,

When I met the bald man; all I ended up talking with him was; the inexplicable tyranny that had confronted him when he was young; the step by step account of how he had lost his precious shock of scintillating black hair,

When I met the girl of my dreams; all I ended talking with her was; a mind-boggling chain of fantasies rampantly circulating in my mind; a paradise on which I inherently wanted both of us to exist for centuries unprecedented,

When I met the mother who had born me; all I ended talking with her was; the days when I was a mischievous child; the colossal tunnel of fairy tales I used to intriguingly listen sandwiched invincibly secure; within deep recesses of her belly,

While it was only when I met the Creator; that I talked without the slightest of restraint and inhibition; talked for times unending about what I felt was my perception of life; talked virtually about anything I felt like discussing on this majestically boundless planet; and it was here that for the first time; MY TALK WAS INFINITE, MY TALK HAD NO END.
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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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