Such A Man Was I

A man of no formality; unstoppably abhorring all those who spun webs of sanctimoniously derogatory prejudice; on every step that they traversed,

A man of who insuperably believed that every religion was alike; blending each ingredient of my blood forever and ever and ever with the religion of priceless humanity,

A man who considered that every one of us alive was the greatest criminal; as we trampled countless insects and micro organisms as we breathed and walked; because every form of life for the Creator was symbiotically alike,

A man who liked to perpetually oppose tyrannically chauvinistic convention;
uninhibitedly liberate ever pore of his body with the winds of vivaciously
panoramic nature,

A man who felt that procreation should be to the most unprecedented limits
between organisms and without the tiniest of restraint; timelessly proliferating the Lord's sacredly Omnipotent chapter of creation,

A man who felt that every organism irrespective of caste; creed and status; was the most inimitably beautiful and ecstatically talented artist alive,

A man who felt that it made no difference whether you slept all day; or snored in the night; as the Almighty Creator had chiseled every unfurling instant of life
celestially alike,

A man who paid two cents for maliciously decrepit superstition; unflinchingly believing that timeless perseverance and benign hard work; were the only mantras to gloriously triumphant success,

A man who immutably wanted to assassinate all those diabolical men; who sold
their mothers and sisters in order to worthlessly rejoice in parsimonious cuplets of tawdry wine,

A man who felt that the power of true friendship; was a power transcending even the greatest of contemporary superpowers on the trajectory of this unbelievably untiring Universe,

A man who irrefutably believed that if there was a singular elixir to rhapsodically triumph in life; then it was none other than sensuously Spell binding fantasy,

A man who perpetually wanted to shed every ounce of inhibition; parade wholesomely naked with the magnetically inscrutable leaves and animals; in
the uncannily exuberant jungles,

A man who indefatigably believed that artists were not mechanically moulded
from textbooks; but were born Omnipotently eclectic and blessed; right from
the womb of their godly mother,

A man who wanted to trounce the salaciously profane devil from its very non-existent roots forever and ever and ever; even though it meant an infinite scorpions of hell burying him deeper into his grave; by the unleashing second,

A man who unshakably believed that children are the ultimate messengers of
God; although the rest of the world profusely worshipped currency note and corporate concrete,

A man who emptied even the last ingredient of his blood to altruistically serve estranged humanity; even though he himself was one of those horribly slavering and emaciated on the threadbarely impoverished streets,

A man who became immune to even the most ghastliest of pain; if it ever dared become an irascible hindrance in the peerlessly unconquerable path
towards majestically undefeatable truth,

A man who profoundly preferred to eat in the bowl of the penuriously decaying leper; rather than licking the dishes of the abjectly corrupt politician; just for assimilating stinking wads of frivolous notes,

A man who inexhaustibly believed that the greatest education for any organism holistically breathing; was to imbibe the principles of insuperably compassionate living kind,

A man who ardently anticipated every new unveiling moment; with the freshness of a newborn child; perceiving even the tiniest millisecond of life to be the ultimate paradise,

A man who wanted to cavort every instant of his life in the cradle of vividly enamoring nature and wildlife; timelessly watching the environment spawn into effulgent greenness; unfathomable distances away from the vagaries of the flagrantly blood-sucking planet outside,

A man who unendingly wanted to metamorphose even the most ethereal trace of
maniacal depression; into the mists of fantastically philanthropic and selflessly bestowing brotherhood,
A man who unnervingly believed that even sky gazing was an unparalleled art;
specially in today's times when the unsparingly treacherous world; dreamt boisterous business even in deep sleep,

A man who eternally believed that God was one; God was every form of invincibly divine goodness; when the planet had ruthlessly named him in different forms and shapes; unceasingly trying to prove that their individual beliefs and idols were infinite shades above the rest,

A man who considered life and death to be blessedly equal; as both were wonderfully egalitarian gifts from the Ominisciently Almighty Lord; as every form in which he'd instilled breath; had to oneday inevitably die,

A man who melted more pathetically than the abstemious candle; at the slightest tear drop that humanity suffered; inconsolably weeping at the sight of living kind being disastrously lambasted; by disdainful powerhouses of wealth,

A man who could as easily fall in love as the vespered wind; but then immortally dedicate each beat of his heart to her magically venerated grace; even fathomless centuries after existence had completely diminished,

A man who brusquely massacred even the most impregnable of blood relation;
if it came in between his way of perpetually coalescing with every fraternity of unbreakable humanity,

A man who breathed an infinite resplendent lives and an infinite traumatic deaths only for unassailably heavenly poetry; whilst the planet was extraordinarily busy building edifices of commercial currency coin; outside,

O! Yes; I might sound esoterically different; I might sound wildly uncivilized; I might sound eccentrically delirious; I might sound as if walking preposterously upside down; I might sound as if quaintly existing centuries even before the earth was evolved; but believe it or not; such a man was i.
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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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