Kindle Edition
Category:
Poetry
Type: Fiction
Pages: 165
Copyright: July 18, 2015
Price: $4.00 (eBook)
This Book which has 50 differently titled Poems , is actually Part 5 of the Book titled – You die; I die – Love Poems ( 1600 pages ) .
Poems symbolizing the immortality of love and at times its fickleness. Parekh takes the reader through a paradise naturally embellished with the ingredients of eternal romance and its sporadic failures. As they say life and death are two sides of the coin, similarly with every true anecdote of love there also comes fretful divorce—a thing which has been most sensitively described throughout this great collection of poems for the heart. Written and dipped in each ingredient of his passionate blood, Parekh comes out with startling revelations about the truest of love stories and their failures. Each verse has been delicately intertwined with a boundless aspects of relationships, romance, cheating, betrayal and goes on to prove that Immortal Love towers over every shattered heart. A start to finish with some of the most heart-rendering love poems ever, this makes a great collection for ever true lover breathing and desiring to be loved on earth and beyond. This collection of poems aims at perpetually uniting every heart on this Universe in the spirit of Immortal love and friendship. Because these are the two quintessential ingredients to lead life till its last breath. Irrespective of whatever color, faith or religion, it is only the rainbow of love which can transform the ghastliest monsters and perpetrators of humanity into peaceful lovers. Therefore this book inexhaustibly endeavors to speak and preach the language of love even after its last embossed alphabet.
Excerpt
-> a Poem from the Book
JUST MARRYING HER
Just touching her skin; doesn’t mean that you were brutally forcing her,
Just winking at her doesn’t mean; that you were perpetually proposing her,
Just playing with her voluptuous hair; doesn’t mean that you compassionately cared about her,
Just staring into her rubicund eyes; doesn’t mean that you understood every iota of her pain,
Just sitting beside her enchanting grace; doesn’t mean that you audaciously shouldered all her miseries in life,
Just tightly clasping her dainty palms; doesn’t mean that you understood what she actually desired from life,
Just mischievously pinching her skin; doesn’t mean that you were making her feel like an immaculate child,
Just taking her out in your swanky car; doesn’t mean that you were pacifying every need of her existence,
Just inscribing her name with a knife on your chest; doesn’t mean you were more passionate about her; than the angels in the sky,
Just uttering her name umpteenth number of times in a minute; doesn’t mean that you made her every dream manifest into a reality,
Just traversing behind her like a shadow; doesn’t mean that you could read what was incessantly going on in her heavenly mind,
Just philandering with her on the romantic mountains; doesn’t mean that you were the greatest lover born on this earth,
Just gifting her with some conventionally sleek contraptions; doesn’t mean that you had veritably stolen her heart forever,
Just pacing around her seductive countenance; engulfed by a river of nervous sweat; doesn’t mean that you could wholesomely commiserate with her proliferating sorrow,
Just wishing her the earliest on her birthday; doesn’t mean that you topped her list of boundless admirers,
Just wholesomely applauding her melodiously captivating voice; doesn’t mean that you comprehended the agony besieging her soul,
Just frequenting her dwelling insurmountable number of times in the day; doesn’t mean that you were the closest to her; till the time she breathed,
Just emulating her every impeccable action; doesn’t mean that you were her greatest connoisseur,
And just marrying her in the most grandiloquent fashion on this earth; doesn’t mean that you really loved her; had made her yours for times even beyond; what you could contemplate .
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