Without Waiting

Without waiting for unflinching strength to peerlessly enshroud my arms; if I plunged head-on into the ferociously beheading battlefield; then the aftermath of it would be; ignominiously crippling defeat; instead,

Without waiting for priceless empathy to selflessly encircle the periphery of my eyes; if I galloped on an inexhaustible mission to embrace every echelon of brutally tyrannized humanity; then the aftermath of it would be; hapless disintegration into gruesomely cruel nothingness; instead,

Without waiting for fructifying thoughts to brilliantly spawn in my brain; if I commenced to write the most literary Herculean epic of my time; then the aftermath of it would be; baseless balderdash raunchily perspiring from everywhere; instead,

Without waiting for triumphant melody to fantastically brew up my throat; if I started to perpetuate every cranny of the fathomless Universe with a celestially enchanting song; then the aftermath of it would be; a corpse of indescribably cacophonic ghoulishness; instead,

Without waiting for effulgent smiles to uninhibitedly the contours of my lips; if I chivalrously tried to disseminate the essence of true conviviality amidst every disparagingly beleaguered organism on this planet; then the aftermath of it would be; a cloudburst of tears erupting at every step that I took; instead,

Without waiting for indispensable hunger to reverberate from the hollow of my stomach; if I devoured every sumptuously succulent delicacy on this boundless earth; then the aftermath of it would be; a vomit with such ghastly rebuke which would horridly desecrate the purest of soils; instead,

Without waiting for sleep to wholesomely relinquish my eyes; if I commenced to segregate the quintessential needle from the fecklessly looming haystack; then the
aftermath of it would be; every trace of holistic sanctity metamorphosing into tawdrily suffocating deliriousness; instead,

Without waiting for blood to ecstatically rush through my veins; if I drifted into the valley of unsurpassably timeless adventure; then the aftermath of it would be; deterioration into a gutter of inanely fatigued meaninglessness; instead,

Without waiting for blazing truth to unrestrictedly permeate my conscience; if I indefatigably proceeded to teach the chapters of symbiotic humanity; then the
aftermath of it would be; being brutally charred to the dungeons of hell; instead,

Without waiting for jubilant virility to consummately bless my persona; if I attempted to procreate the countless of own living kind; then the aftermath of it would be; delinquently choking stagnation forever and ever and ever; instead,

Without waiting for the waves of perennial contentment to endow my soul; if I tried to miraculously mitigate the suffering of every wounded soldier on this globe; then the aftermath of it would be; every bit of benign goodness transforming into sadistically cannibalistic blood; instead,

Without waiting for passion to tower high and handsome into my fingers; if I tried to blissfully sketch every inch of the Lord's panoramically boundless creation; then the aftermath of it would be; egregiously amorphous skeletons wailing till times immemorial; instead,

Without waiting for a surreal yawn to wonderfully besiege my mouth; if I tried to timelessly snore under my silken nocturnal quilt; then the aftermath of it would be; a night of wretchedly maniacal and diabolical desperation; instead,

Without waiting for the rhythm of marvelous pragmatism to wholesomely drape my senses; if I started to solve the inexplicably carcinogenic riddles of every dwelling in acrimonious despair; then the aftermath of it would be; vanishing like a frigid whisker even before uttering a singleton word; instead,

Without waiting for naturally inevitable pressure pounding on my bowels; if I tried to expurgate in such a way that I would never ever have to go to the lavatory for a lifetime; then the aftermath of it would be; the mortuary of insanity galore dissolving
me into cadaverous emptiness; instead,

Without waiting for hair to extrude from my scalp and skin; if I valiantly subjected myself to the winds of the chilliest of winter; then the aftermath of it would be; forlornly fretting in uncontrollably emaciating pneumonia for the remainder of my life; instead,

Without waiting for inferno's of seductively untamed passion to royally enslave my silhouette; if I leapt out to ignite desire into every disconsolately decrepit organism on unceasing earth; then the aftermath of it would be; jailhouses of sleazy infertility reigning mockingly supreme; instead,

Without waiting for my lungs to harmoniously sing for quintessential oxygen; if I tried to inhale every bit of synergistically emollient air on the trajectory of this limitless Universe; then the aftermath of it would be; a ludicrously inflated balloon ready to burst into an infinite bits of infinitesimal stupidity; instead,


And without waiting for my heart to compassionately throb within my chest; if I tried to bond every of its beat with the chapters of Immortally insuperable love in this entire world; then the aftermath of it would be; vindictively vituperative
and unbearable betrayal; instead.
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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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