Newness

Be it in the very first rays of ethereally magnificent dawn; enlightening every cranny of despairingly flagrant blackness with unfathomably unceasing majesty,

Be it in the nimble squeaking of the freshly born infant; profoundly enrapturing monotonously usurped existence; with an unprecedented power to forever survive,

Be it in the transiently hood-winking beams of the vivaciously uninhibited rainbow; casting their magic on every fretfully beleaguered bone; till times beyond infinite infinity,

Be it in the pristinely nascent shoots sprouting from the corrugated branches of the tree; delightfully swaying in insatiable ecstasy with the virile currents of summer wind,

Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what tingled
every aspect of my existence till even beyond the realms of eternal paradise; O! Yes Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.

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Be it in the unrestrictedly artistic lines scrawled on barren canvas; embellishing the chapter of mundanely manipulative survival today; with unceasingly copious rivers of color and vibrant charm,

Be it in the infantile trickle of water dribbling painstakingly from the scorched rocks; bounteously perpetuating the sweltering atmosphere around with unbelievably rhapsodic exhilaration,

Be it in the faintly rupturing of the outlines of the immaculate egg; blissfully announcing the arrival of unparalleled exuberance; in a world of otherwise preposterously shriveled decay,

Be it in the premature formation of pearly white mists in the sky; triggering a ray of tantalizingly unsurpassable hope in one and all alike on bereaved earth; that sensuous rain was soon about to fall,

Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what made me feel the most pricelessly insuperable organism alive; O! Yes Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.

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Be it in the sporadic bouts of laughter of the ebulliently innocuous child; making truculently agonized heart's all across this boundless Universe; melt and frolic into the meadows of effulgent childhood,

Be it in the incoherently optimistic quacking of the fledgling swans; trying to timelessly disseminate the message of egalitarian peace towards endless sky and
emollient earth; wonderfully alike,

Be it in the inconspicuously sensitive dewdrop on the blade of ravenously enthralling grass; radiating into a beam of perpetually golden righteousness; with the first rays of the Sun,

Be it in the intrepidly adventurous wave disappearing wholesomely into the horizons and deep sea; permeating even bit of the gruesomely bedraggled ambience around
with celestially tangy happiness,

Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what
unconquerably fuelled every ingredient of my blood to pump life; O! Yes Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.

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Be it in the singular star that regally twinkled in the grotestquely cloudy and foggily obfuscated night; granting glorious reprieve from a countless inadvertently committed sins,

Be it in the match-boxed minuscule hutment barren without any quintessential amenity of life; yet with a roof so compassionate; that it sequestered you from
the most devastating of storm and rain,

Be it in the inarticulately indefatigable buzzing of the bumble bee; spawning into cisterns of invaluably harmonious nectar; a sweetness which no power on this
turgid earth could ever transcend or destroy,
 
Be it in the whisper of the fugitively nubile maiden; engendering every pore on the satanically lambasted skin to excitedly stand; even as she extinguished into
a valley of nothingness; sooner than she had arrived,

Be it in the infinitesimally silken beat of the heart; which arose towards the cosmos for just an instant; but united the entire estranged Universe in chords of immortal love; before it veritably died,


Be it in any form; shape; color or height; Newness was what I was inexhaustibly searching for every unfurling minute of the day and night; Newness was what
propelled me to procreate countless more of my very own humanitarian kind; O! Yes Newness was what my soul wanted to seek till even countless births after I died.
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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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