This is the page from Limca book of Records year 2011 edition ; that has published Parekh’s seventh and eighth National records in Poetry which are for -
-> “Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films at Youtube.com – The World’s largest video sharing website”.
-> “Being the 1st Indian Poet to...
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This is the page from Limca book of Records year 2011 edition ; that has published Parekh’s seventh and eighth National records in Poetry which are for - -> “Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films at Youtube.com – The World’s largest video sharing website”. -> “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” .
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From Nikhil Parekh
Poetry on the fantabulously victorious tumbler .
From Nikhil Parekh
Poetry on the incredulous versatility of the handsome hanger .
From Nikhil Parekh
Amidst the freezing chill that descended impromptu upon the
planet ; as human being stacked himself with woolens of
myriad shapes and proportions and yet groaned in
indecipherable disdain ,
amidst the pathetically abysmal solitariness of the night ;
where unabashed wolves majestically philandered and
danced ; before vindictively...
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Amidst the freezing chill that descended impromptu upon the planet ; as human being stacked himself with woolens of myriad shapes and proportions and yet groaned in indecipherable disdain , amidst the pathetically abysmal solitariness of the night ; where unabashed wolves majestically philandered and danced ; before vindictively hunting for the meat of their nocturnal prowl , amidst the cacophonic sound of motorized traffic which was interspersed with pugnacious smoke ; meaningless horn ; impetuous youngsters hurling abuse as they overtook innocuous pedestrians - lambasting the spirit of their freshly acquired adulthood , amidst the unruly heaps of garbage piled rampantly on the streets ; carried intermittently by the storm to a multitude of corners of the society ; culminating into obnoxiously rotten frigidity , amidst the savagely acrimonious and commercial establishment of offices - where plethora of cash transactions were executed ; without due respect to the integrity of an earnes
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From Nikhil Parekh
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Tribute Poetry on the Poet's birthplace and a majestically spectacular hill station , nearby .
From Nikhil Parekh
For them to blossom into fields of uninhibited prosperity ; as
the mid-day Sun flamboyantly shone and royally enriched
dreary patches of moroseness and malice ,
For them to permeate the planet with earnest feelings of
nicety and humanitarian friendship ; bonding the multi cultural fabric of existence under one roof ; into the...
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For them to blossom into fields of uninhibited prosperity ; as the mid-day Sun flamboyantly shone and royally enriched dreary patches of moroseness and malice , For them to permeate the planet with earnest feelings of nicety and humanitarian friendship ; bonding the multi cultural fabric of existence under one roof ; into the religion of invincibly bountiful humanity , For them to make the human kind more amicable towards each other ; optimistically endeavoring to delete the fangs of hostility and disseminate compassionate brotherhood , For them to clamber the ladder of benevolent success ; sow the seed of philanthropy which would eventually grow up to flower into the fruit of a tomorrow effusively sprinkled with love, For them to wondrously assimilate the true potential from an eclectically varied group of individuals ; who had the inimitable power to evolve their own unduplicated forms of spell-binding creativity , For them to empower people to collectively work in t
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From Nikhil Parekh
It definitely wasn t because of the tantalizingly appetizing
aroma that graciously wafted through mundane wisps of
nothingness - fomenting a new found hunger to greedily
gobble till the very last non - existent bit ,
It irrefutably wasn t because of the ravishingly royal
appearance that engulfed it with a princely charm to swoon for
-...
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It definitely wasn t because of the tantalizingly appetizing aroma that graciously wafted through mundane wisps of nothingness - fomenting a new found hunger to greedily gobble till the very last non - existent bit , It irrefutably wasn t because of the ravishingly royal appearance that engulfed it with a princely charm to swoon for - the succulent layers of nutrition that made the tongue salivate longingly in anticipation of the tiniest of contact , It intransigently wasn t because of the fact that the day had been overwhelmingly exhausted and famished - prompting an ecstatic push for the dining table as soon as the footsteps reached the threshold of gregariously sweet home , It dogmatically wasn t because of the sumptuous fillings of delicately dribbling curry that painstakingly cascaded from the main course - suddenly empowering the desire to symbiotically exist with counterpart man on earth , It irretrievably wasn t because of the multitude of culinary embellishments that adorned i
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From Nikhil Parekh
-> This is the PDF file containing Parekh's complete World Records in Poetry with the Limca Book of Records (2nd in official World Rankings to the Guinness Book of World Records) and awards . These also include pages from various editions of the Limca Book which have published / featured Parekh's national records in poetry .
From Nikhil Parekh
I would make it feel beautiful
If I had a dead flower in my hand; I would plant it in the soil; for it
to
spread its lingering redolence; and at the same time proliferating
several of
its kind,
If I had a bulky sheaf of scribbled paper in my hand; I would erase all
the
obnoxious literature embedded; rendering the same immaculate and...
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I would make it feel beautiful If I had a dead flower in my hand; I would plant it in the soil; for it to spread its lingering redolence; and at the same time proliferating several of its kind, If I had a bulky sheaf of scribbled paper in my hand; I would erase all the obnoxious literature embedded; rendering the same immaculate and spotless for reuse, If I had infinite pieces of shattered glass in my hand; I would coalesce them all together; metamorphosing them to form a scintillating mirror, If I had an injured pigeon in my hand; I would inundate his wounds with omnipotent soil; impregnating in him the power to fly high and handsome again, If I had lifeless follicles of hair in my hand; I would scrub them tenaciously with flamboyant antiseptic; to make them glisten again, If I had fetid and rotten vegetables in my hand; I would soak them in fresh water; then put them beneath stringent rays of the sun to wholesomely fumigate them, If I had a dilapidated and pulverized brick in my hand
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From Nikhil Parekh
Ahmedabad, India
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