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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Poetry on the fantabulously victorious tumbler .
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Poetry on the incredulous versatility of the handsome hanger .
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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...
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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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Tribute Poetry on the Poet's birthplace and a majestically spectacular hill station , nearby .
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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...
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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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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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-> 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 .
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My Garishly striped helmet
Normally I would have fallen on the ground in a
bedraggled heap; as the colossal slabs of concrete
tore loose and descended from the terrace of the
building,
But today I escaped without a single scratch to my
scalp; bounced about in robust exhilaration as the
mammoth plaster viciously struck my head....
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My Garishly striped helmet Normally I would have fallen on the ground in a bedraggled heap; as the colossal slabs of concrete tore loose and descended from the terrace of the building, But today I escaped without a single scratch to my scalp; bounced about in robust exhilaration as the mammoth plaster viciously struck my head. Normally I would have emitted a thunderous yelp as I was hurled on the obdurate road from my scooter; eloping at electric speeds to the nearest hospital to receive exquisite medical treatment, But today I patted my skull in supreme satisfaction; inhaled in a breath of incredulous contentment as I audaciously marched forward after the entire episode. Normally I would have seen shimmering stars in brilliant daylight; as I bumped my head inadvertently in the doorway while entering the house, But today I was able to stare directly into the pugnacious fireball of the Sun without batting an eyelid; immediately after the ghastly anecdote unveiled. Normally I would ha
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Never say die
Say that I was a coward; running faster than the speed
of white light; at the most minuscule premonition of
danger,
Say that I looked horrendously ugly; repugnantly
wading off even my reflection away from my entity,
Say that I was overwhelmingly penurious; starving to
unprecedented limits; in the realms of my dilapidated...
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Never say die Say that I was a coward; running faster than the speed of white light; at the most minuscule premonition of danger, Say that I looked horrendously ugly; repugnantly wading off even my reflection away from my entity, Say that I was overwhelmingly penurious; starving to unprecedented limits; in the realms of my dilapidated hutment, Say that I was oblivious of the art of love; staring like an insane moron into bare bits of disdainfully monotonous space, Say that I was astronomically dirty; dissipating an ocean of treacherous filth on every path I tread, Say that I was an inconspicuous mosquito; a transiently fleeting reflection which disappeared even before it had appeared, Say that I was salaciously lecherous parasite; sucking blood indiscriminately from whomsoever who encountered me in my way, Say that I was mockingly blind in the most dazzling of sunlight; tripping pathetically towards remote wisps of oblivion, Say that I was full of malevolent fantasies; wishing insidiou
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From Nikhil Parekh
No mind should ever be wasted
No tree; should never ever be indiscriminately felled; replacing its
astoundingly symbiotic breeze and compassionate fertility; with
threadbare
pieces of frigidly skewed twigs; instead,
No conscience; should never ever be acridly tainted; replacing its
irrefutably unassailable spirit of divine...
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No mind should ever be wasted No tree; should never ever be indiscriminately felled; replacing its astoundingly symbiotic breeze and compassionate fertility; with threadbare pieces of frigidly skewed twigs; instead, No conscience; should never ever be acridly tainted; replacing its irrefutably unassailable spirit of divine righteousness; with abominable coffins of derelict corruption; instead, No lip; should never ever be vindictively stitched; replacing its inimitably unparalleled ocean of smiles and eternal happiness; with bizarrely dastardly sorrow; instead, No scalp; should never ever be barbarously tonsured; replacing its sensuously vivacious flock of hair; with cadaverously invidious baldness; instead, No finger; should never ever be horrifically curled; replacing its uninhibitedly fathomless artistry; with dungeons of claustrophobically remorseful hell; instead, No sweat; should never ever be robotically stopped; replacing its emolliently glorious essence of perseveringly truthf
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From Nikhil Parekh
Nothing in this world
Nothing in this world can substitute the Sun; its fiery rays
wholesomely
sizzling cloistered portions of Earth,
Man tried hard to invent electricity; but languid beams of the bulb
miserably
failed to make an impact in front of the celestial body.
Nothing in this world can substitute the river; its mesmerizing...
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Nothing in this world Nothing in this world can substitute the Sun; its fiery rays wholesomely sizzling cloistered portions of Earth, Man tried hard to invent electricity; but languid beams of the bulb miserably failed to make an impact in front of the celestial body. Nothing in this world can substitute the river; its mesmerizing flow between the pathway of cobbled stones, Man tried hard to bathe in luke warm pond of distilled water; but it pathetically floundered to provide him the rejuvenation he badly needed; the tingling sensations he desired to entrench him entirety. Nothing in this world can substitute the bird; its vivacious flight in an ambience of silken complexioned clouds, Man tried hard to evolve the aircraft; but its discordantly whirring noise; the overwhelming commotion it produced while cruising through air; was simply unable to match the flight of the feathered monster. Nothing in this world can substitute the rose; its ravishing redolence that stimulated infinite
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One Instant
One instant we were scratching wildly; deeply embedding unruly nails in
our
skins,
While the next moment we embraced each other tightly; placidly lying
down on
the couch.
One instant we were pulling our hair; almost uprooting each strand
firmly
adhered to its scalp,
While the next moment we fondled each others palms;...
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One Instant One instant we were scratching wildly; deeply embedding unruly nails in our skins, While the next moment we embraced each other tightly; placidly lying down on the couch. One instant we were pulling our hair; almost uprooting each strand firmly adhered to its scalp, While the next moment we fondled each others palms; intricately tracing the lines that lay deeply embodied therein. One instant we were pummeling ourselves in the stomach; hurling a volley of abashing expletives at one another, While the next moment we stared unrelentingly into each others eyes; drowning ourselves wholesomely into an ocean of mesmerizing dreams. One instant we were kicking frantically; tickling ourselves voraciously in the ribs; and our hands coated with piquant chili powder, While the next moment we whispered nimbly in each others ears; reciting enchantingly true and passionate tales of fantasy. One instant we were making obnoxious faces; scowling at one another with our tongues audaciously
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Our very first wedding night
It was a night for which we both had ardently waited; like the uncouthly sweltering deserts
wait; for the first droplets of resplendently bountiful rain,
It was a night for which we both had timelessly waited; like the unfathomably emaciated
shark in the boundless oceans waits; for plentiful scores of...
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Our very first wedding night It was a night for which we both had ardently waited; like the uncouthly sweltering deserts wait; for the first droplets of resplendently bountiful rain, It was a night for which we both had timelessly waited; like the unfathomably emaciated shark in the boundless oceans waits; for plentiful scores of succulently ravishing fish, It was a night for which we both had unlimitedly waited; like the disastrously Spartan stillness of the forests waits; for the first roars of the majestically parading and invincibly towering lion, It was a night for which we both had unceasingly waited; like the lugubriously decaying candle-wick waits; for the infallibly dancing flames to kiss its chapped periphery, It was a night for which we both had inexhaustibly waited; like the haplessly dying cow waits; for unsurpassably pristine meadows of bountifully unadulterated grass, It was a night for which we both had passionately waited; like the hopelessly asphyxiating blackness of
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From Nikhil Parekh
Please rain
If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those lugubriously famished leaves; which
wailed in unrelentingly incongruous unison; for those eternally blissful droplets of water,
If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those fathomless mounds of fetidly acrid mud;
which inevitably wanted to be refreshingly...
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Please rain If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those lugubriously famished leaves; which wailed in unrelentingly incongruous unison; for those eternally blissful droplets of water, If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those fathomless mounds of fetidly acrid mud; which inevitably wanted to be refreshingly washed; since years immemorial, If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those miserably asphyxiated deserts; whose tears had cadaverously metamorphosed into treacherously meaningless sands; vindictively stabbing countless in the afternoon heat, If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those innocuously pristine cattle and animals; who were these days solely busy; in counting each other’s haplessly shriveled cartilage of horrifically emaciated bones, If not for me; then atleast for the sake of all those forlornly barren beds of the boundless ocean; which had gruesomely died till the very last bone of their non-existent spines, If not for me; then
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PRICELESSLY EQUAL…
Neither were you more extravagantly fairer than me; neither were you
more
pathetically weaker than the most lugubriously dwindling bone down my
spine,
Neither were you more bountifully truthful than me; neither were you
more
disastrously lying than most salaciously perverted ingredient of my
blood,
Neither were you...
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PRICELESSLY EQUAL… Neither were you more extravagantly fairer than me; neither were you more pathetically weaker than the most lugubriously dwindling bone down my spine, Neither were you more bountifully truthful than me; neither were you more disastrously lying than most salaciously perverted ingredient of my blood, Neither were you more blazingly dynamic than me; neither were you more dolorously cowardly than the most grotesquely ribald germs of fear in my stagnating brain, Neither were you more eclectically brilliant than me; neither were you more shamefully dwindling than the most asphyxiated corpse of hopelessness in my shriveled persona, Neither were you more unflinchingly triumphant than me; neither were you more bawdily defeated than the most forlornly crippling of my failures, Neither were you more effulgently passionate than me; neither were you more treacherously stagnating than the most decaying figment of meaninglessness in my decrepit body, Neither were you more resplende
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Remarry
After you were dead; I would definitely remarry once
again,
But of course with your immortal eyes; which were the
only rays that propelled me to see; although I was
radiantly bouncing and alive…
After you were dead; I would definitely remarry once
again,
But of course with your immortal lips; engendering me
to smile;...
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Remarry After you were dead; I would definitely remarry once again, But of course with your immortal eyes; which were the only rays that propelled me to see; although I was radiantly bouncing and alive… After you were dead; I would definitely remarry once again, But of course with your immortal lips; engendering me to smile; everytime I felt like collapsing like a bedraggled heap on worthless ground; everytime I felt as if blending with the winds of horrendous extinction… After you were dead; I would definitely remarry once again, But of course with your immortal shadow; drowning me into aisles of unprecedented yearning and flamboyant desire; as I felt like massacring each element of my demeanor into an infinite inconspicuous pieces…. After you were dead; I would definitely remarry once again, But of course with your immortal dreams; which made me fantasize beyond all the monotonously ordinary; romance in the majestically sensuous land of bountiful paradise… After you were dead; I wou
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