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 .
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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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 .
From Nikhil Parekh
Water is precious
If there was water on the surface of dry leaves; they would look
superbly
mesmerizing; glistening profoundly under the sun,
If there was water on mud coated wall; there would be a ravishing
scent that
permeated the adulterated air,
If there was water on vegetables lying sprawled in a forlorn heap; they
would
bounce...
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Water is precious If there was water on the surface of dry leaves; they would look superbly mesmerizing; glistening profoundly under the sun, If there was water on mud coated wall; there would be a ravishing scent that permeated the adulterated air, If there was water on vegetables lying sprawled in a forlorn heap; they would bounce back to boisterous life; retrieving the plethora of minerals they had lost in the blistering heat, If there was water on fossils languidly scattered in obsolete territories of the dormant volcano; they would perspicuously depict the mysteries of the past; besides shimmering magnificently under the moon, If there was water on wild buds of jungle mushroom; the unruly shoots would sparkle tenaciously; drawing millions of mouths towards them to satiate their famished taste buds, If there was water on a battalion of acrimonious thorns; their tips would get dramatically softened; making them flounder in their conquest of mercilessly puncturing soft skin, If there
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From Nikhil Parekh
What s love all about?
No asphyxiating rules; not the slightest seed of
ghastily terrorizing commercialism around,
No bizarre monotony; not the slightest innuendo of
debilitating stagnation insidiously floating around,
No usurped definitions; not the slightest of
deliriously incarcerating society; to brutally jail it
in its way,
No...
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What s love all about? No asphyxiating rules; not the slightest seed of ghastily terrorizing commercialism around, No bizarre monotony; not the slightest innuendo of debilitating stagnation insidiously floating around, No usurped definitions; not the slightest of deliriously incarcerating society; to brutally jail it in its way, No prejudiced manipulation; not the slightest of cold-blooded barbarism stealthily lurking at clandestine crannies of wastrel civilization, No traumatic agony; not the slightest teardropp of frustrating malice; which baselessly annihilated countless impeccable; in its cadaverously inane swirl, No frigid infertility; not the slightest of crippling infidelity that stabbed you beyond the threshold of extinction; the instant you turned your back, No vicarious salaciousness; not the slightest of animosity permeating vindictively into the fabric of spellbindingly enchanting humanity, No nefarious meanness; not the slightest of derogatory inflammation perilously creep
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When the time arrived to sleep
The venomous black beetle stung naked patches of
innocuous skin; injecting
paltry vials of its poison,
Was considered a deleterious hazard; had people
swishing at it with entwined
broomsticks,
Yet when the time arrived to sleep; she took refuge in
the dainty petals of
crimson rose.
The alligator revealed...
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When the time arrived to sleep The venomous black beetle stung naked patches of innocuous skin; injecting paltry vials of its poison, Was considered a deleterious hazard; had people swishing at it with entwined broomsticks, Yet when the time arrived to sleep; she took refuge in the dainty petals of crimson rose. The alligator revealed its ghastly teeth in the brilliant sunlight; decimated the animate and inanimate in its proximity, Mercilessly slaughtered scores of humans; clusters of big fish, Yet when the time arrived to sleep; it took refuge in the sedately tranquil waters of the jungle stream. The multilegged spider entangled innumerable insects with glow; devouring the same with tumultuous relish, Annihilating its prey; submerging it in its piquantly bitter juice, Yet when the time arrived to sleep; it took refuge in the compassionate leaves of the tree; silken threads of its mesmerizing web. The mystical reptile slithered stealthily through the bushes; furtively pilfering(stea
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From Nikhil Parekh
Who was she?
Who was she who stole my sleep; although I felt like
collapsing like a dead sack; perspiring more than Sun
all throughout the brilliant day?
Who was she who made me feel like a prince; although I
was the poorest entity alive; rotting in stinking
jute; as my comrades danced in majestic silk outside?
Who was she who...
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Who was she? Who was she who stole my sleep; although I felt like collapsing like a dead sack; perspiring more than Sun all throughout the brilliant day? Who was she who made me feel like a prince; although I was the poorest entity alive; rotting in stinking jute; as my comrades danced in majestic silk outside? Who was she who tormented me beyond the point of no control; tantalizing me like a heavenly seductress; and then living me supremely replenished in my impoverished life? Who was she who made me crave for more although I had achieved my share from my life; made me insatiably wander through uncanny lanes of the romantically unexplored? Who was she who made me love every entity on this fathomless planet; when infact I had even forgotten to take my name with pride? Who was she who ignited thunderbolts of unprecedented desire in my diminutive demeanor; even though it murderously snowed since centuries outside? Who was she who came like an angel in my blood; not only mitigating it fro
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From Nikhil Parekh
Without her hands in mine
In order to erase my name from the soil; all I did was
kick the loose sands with my feet; and it blended
almost magically with the mundane mud,
In order to erase my name from my skin; all I did was
wash it with stringent antiseptic; to swipe out the
most minuscule trace that might be incorrigibly
remaining,
In...
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Without her hands in mine In order to erase my name from the soil; all I did was kick the loose sands with my feet; and it blended almost magically with the mundane mud, In order to erase my name from my skin; all I did was wash it with stringent antiseptic; to swipe out the most minuscule trace that might be incorrigibly remaining, In order to erase my name from my lips; all I did was to purse them passionately with my tongue; then see for myself how handsomely did the ink coalesce in entirety with my saliva, In order to erase my name from the walls; all I did was to paint them afresh with loads of scintillating whitewash and poignant color, In order to erase my name from the tree trunk; all I did was slice off that chunk of guilty wood; with effortless ease and incoherent strokes of my lanky pocket knife, In order to erase my name from the birthday cake; all I did was to gobble it with an insatiable frenzy; guzzle down the most inconspicuous of ingredients adhering to my throat; over
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You just fall in love
There was no age stringently defined to fall in its
heavenly swirl; embrace its cistern of majestic
enchantment for centuries unprecedented,
There was no time irrevocably defined to experience
its exuberant timelessness; catapult to the ultimate
summit of its gloriously enthralling victory,
There was no color...
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You just fall in love There was no age stringently defined to fall in its heavenly swirl; embrace its cistern of majestic enchantment for centuries unprecedented, There was no time irrevocably defined to experience its exuberant timelessness; catapult to the ultimate summit of its gloriously enthralling victory, There was no color intransigently defined to entice its stupendous aroma; possess its magically augmenting wave of sensuousness; for as long as earth was destined to exist, There was no moment intractably defined to savor its glorious titillation; exotically be the most integral element of its ravishingly tantalizing stride, There was no mantra incorrigibly defined to incarcerate its compassionate caress; preserve its incredulously immaculate touch close to your soul; for infinite more births yet to unveil, There was no religion conventionally defined to bond with its ubiquitous essence; relentlessly bathe in its marvelously voluptuous pool of ebullient belonging, There was no
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Your immortal beats
There were infinite voices that lingered in this
Universe; some as tangy as the vivacious oceans; while
some blew more hoarser than the volatile dragons,
But your mesmerizing tunes were the only ones I heard;
catapulting me into the rhapsodically divine land of
the God’s….
There were infinite hair that floated...
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Your immortal beats There were infinite voices that lingered in this Universe; some as tangy as the vivacious oceans; while some blew more hoarser than the volatile dragons, But your mesmerizing tunes were the only ones I heard; catapulting me into the rhapsodically divine land of the God’s…. There were infinite hair that floated in this Universe; some as hideously obdurate as the pigs skin; while some more tantalizing than the ultimate of seductresses, But your ravishing follicles were the only ones which tickled every iota of my entire demeanor; making me perpetually dream even in the most chaotic pandemonium besieging me from all sides…. There were infinite lips that kissed in this Universe; some as blunt as miserably squashed tomato curry; while some more voluptuous than the contours of the milky moon, But your uninhibited smiles were the only ones which triggered in me blistering infernos till the sky; giving me a new mission to exist; at every fading footstep of mine… There wer
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Fishing in moonlit jungle
WILD BERRIES FELL down from the peach tree,
wide spanned eagles glided harmlessly across the moon,
menacing owl eyes stared fiendishly downward,
bushy squirrels clambered the rock with bustling
fervor,
olive green grasshoppers swished their tentacles,
stinging red ants dug small burrows in wet mud,
colored...
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Fishing in moonlit jungle WILD BERRIES FELL down from the peach tree, wide spanned eagles glided harmlessly across the moon, menacing owl eyes stared fiendishly downward, bushy squirrels clambered the rock with bustling fervor, olive green grasshoppers swished their tentacles, stinging red ants dug small burrows in wet mud, colored magpie birds sang a perfect sonnet, lethal alligators swam clumsily through the neighboring water, sly foxes galloped at rollicking speeds, the princely lion lurked stealthily in search of rich prey, huge brown spiders spun their webs in animation, century old tortoise trampled the outgrowths with its newly born offspring, mega sized mouse families ran past dungeons buried deep in the ground. I perched myself on the slippery mud bank of the jungle river, Levering long fishing rods in the tranquil water, Scooping out frequently, a cluster of small sized fish, As the stars glittered in the open blue sky, Crystal ball of the moon luminated large above my head,
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Fountain Pen
I scribbled innumerable lines of literature with it,
it was still ready to execute a umpteenth phrases
more,
being as strong as an ox when it came to decoding
thoughts into verse,
even when tested at bizarre limits of endurance.
i sketched glowing peaks of mountain basking in the
golden sun,
weaving articulate outlines of...
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Fountain Pen I scribbled innumerable lines of literature with it, it was still ready to execute a umpteenth phrases more, being as strong as an ox when it came to decoding thoughts into verse, even when tested at bizarre limits of endurance. i sketched glowing peaks of mountain basking in the golden sun, weaving articulate outlines of the encroaching shadows, it yielded to the faintest of my caress; unleashing dark forms with fountain ink, a true stalwart engulfing me in the times of difficulty. i even used it for scraping minute blotches of dirt from my ear, delicately tickling the inner soft skin with insipid strokes, it obliged pathetically to whatever i did, didn’t shed a tear from its eye; nor developed a retaliatory hole in its heart. i filled it with surplus amounts of colored ink, sprinkling the same with lots of glee on the faces of my counterpart mates, transforming them into jocular clowns, with an awe-inspiring caricature of white skin with opalescent paint. i kept it w
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