Triumphant Tumbler

truly adored its innocuous silhouette as it beautifully floated in near vicinity in the majestically cemented tub; without the tiniest of apprehension or disdainful malice,

was fantastically touched by its magnanimous and efficacious cost free service; as it befriended people of all religion; caste; creed; tribe with altruistically unparalleled aplomb,

admired its inimitably uncelebrated identity amidst a plethora of myriad contraptions; gaudy towel; aristocratically embroidered cloth; ravishing shampoo; fanciful broom; opulent jewelry strewn haphazardly around - as it overtook them in terms of its quintessential and astounding utility,

praised its rustically simpleton yet unbelievably tenacious demeanor; as it fearlessly served its master to cleanse the most sordidly fetid pores of his body - irrespective of the abominably dirty gutter pipe that deposited its decayed garbage just alongside,

tried my earnest best to grandiloquently beautify its ingredients of simplicity and impeccable charisma via poetry; so that it relished its handsomely cherished position at the world centerstage and adulatory celebrityhood,

veritably enamored; when the ecstatically versatile artist filled it with gargantuan proportions of paint and triumphant color - and then dipped paintbrush into its wonderfully replenishing interiors - to glorify the barrenness of the canvas with the colors of unfettered optimism,

honored - as its mere presence was a compassionately comforting factor amidst the bizarre solitariness of the forlorn walls; with not a person around in vicinity as the night exuberantly galloped towards early dawn,

saluted its altruistically victorious streak - wherein it so gorgeously nourished the recipient using it; and irrefutably ensured a profoundly fresh start to withstand the devastatingly torrid rat race for survival,

joyfully caressed its fabulously roughened exteriors which delectably lead the way to a protuberant handle - that I took the liberty of efficaciously placing upon the artistically extruding nail from the door,

positively deliberated upon its superbly reinvigorating benefits; silencing critics who wanted it dismissed from the abode instantaneously; on the spurious pretext of it dirtying the otherwise lavishly contemporary and royal ambiance,

unabashedly attracted towards its immaculately white and pearly complexion; which triggered me to rush from my seat and uninhibitedly embrace its philanthropic form; accept it in the wonderful fabric of camaraderie; as my friend,

used it as a robustly firm support to stand up to my full and humble height; after I had collapsed in a dismally disheveled heap; accidentally treading upon the stealthily orphaned banana skin strewn on the floor,

acquired it from the pallidly stagnating marketshelf and then pampered and scrubbed it with sensuously soft sponge; before it pompously adorned the tantalizingly dainty ledge beside the lavatory seat,

put my fists deep into its unpretentiously cozy recesses amidst the frozen chill that had descended around; impromptu - that gave me solace and meaningful substance to fantasize; dance; gallop and philosophize for goodness,

informally stored paraphernalia of various sizes and proportions in its robustly glorious hollowness; where they were safe and handsomely protected from the acrimoniously venomous pollution that vehicles were responsible for; outside,

consumed my juice; milk; lunch and dinner in it - when pugnaciously terrorizing war lambasted the fabric of truthfully inspired existence and the savage missiles fired didn't provide an opportunity for mesmerizing family meal,

savored its incredulous use - when the man on the street spontaneously penned his myriad of righteous thoughts upon its jaggedly princely periphery; in absence of that sheet of paper that was obviously thrown into wilderness,

but I fell in love with the Tumbler when I dipped into the pail - filled it with water and then let the jubilantly exhilarating and mortal elixir cascade down my impoverished and unkempt form - making me wholesomely oblivious to the delinquently stabbing loneliness; around.
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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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