Kindle Edition
Category:
Poetry
Type: Fiction
Pages: 131
Copyright: August 1, 2015
Price: $4.00 (eBook)
This Book which has 40 differently titled Poems , is actually Part 12 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
TO FORGET HER WAS IMPOSSIBLE
The Sun may have forgotten to shine at times; leaving the Earth submerged in partial darkness,
The eyes may have forgotten to close; staring unrelentingly in the blazing fires,
The trees may have forgotten to shed their leaves; enticed to sway in the moist breeze,
The birds may have forgotten to chirp; thoroughly engrossed in building their nests,
The clouds may have forgotten to rain; drifting away submissively with the wind,
The lion may have forgotten to roar; lost in the aisles of desire and sleep,
The chameleon may have forgotten to change its color; with its jaws busy in gobbling fat caterpillars,
The diamonds may have forgotten to shine; when they were placed in a
disdainful backdrop of coal,
The rose may have forgotten to diffuse scent; trying to breathe for its life amidst a heap of pungent pesticide,
The scorpion may have forgotten to sting; running haywire in a pool of slushy water,
The snow may have forgotten to melt; not wanting to leave the body of the handsome mountain,
The lips may have forgotten to smile; being besieged by day to day professionalism in society,
The ocean may have forgotten to evolve waves; yielding pathetically to the tumultuous storm,
The stars in the cosmos may have forgotten to twinkle; profoundly absorbed in watching the dainty fairies,
The deserts may have forgotten to be hot; relishing the prospects of freaking out in the rain,
The fingers may have forgotten to write; resting lazily under the silken feathered pillow,
The dog may have forgotten to bark; petrified for an instant by the demon standing before him,
The infant may have forgotten to cry; bemused for a moment by the wide ensemble of electronic toys,
The Creator inadvertently may have forgotten to look at every man; busy chalking strategies to run the Universe,
But me Forgetting her was Impossible; as she resided in the center of my heart; and every beat of mine wholesomely depended upon her breath that passionately flowed .
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