This Book which has 50 differently titled Poems , is actually volume 1 of the Book titled – Life = Death – Poems on Life , Death ( 1200 pages ) .
This enigmatic collection of poems explores and equates the boundless possibilities of life and death and delves into each intricate inexplicability of survival. Parekh's roving philosophical eye brings the unconquerable richness of life to the fore and yet at the same time explicitly highlights the veracity of 'death' as the absolute certainty of every existence. The poet joyously celebrates the occasions of both life and death with equal panache in each poetic stanza sewn with the uncanny mysteries of this Universe. The poems within immortalize both life and death as the ultimate victories and the two most contrastingly amazing and divine sides of creation. Catapulting the reader to the threshold of ultimate ecstasy; they bring about an impromptu twist with the closure of breath and what lies beyond. This charismatically woven collection of poetic verse would equally enamor the narcissist as well as the simple humanitarian to the core.
This book is a humble attempt to enlighten the readers with the equality of life and death-and to live in both of them to the most unparalleled fullest. Embracing only the religion of humanity, as the Lord has commanded every living being on earth. You cant die in life and cant live in death-each of these components are irrefutably equal in every respect and should be worshipped with due obeisance.
Excerpt
-> a Poem from the Book
LIFE = DEATH
Smell each rose that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another rose ever to be born as pristine; and then feel the unconquerably true fragrance descend perpetually down your senses,
Clamber each mountain that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another mountain ever to be born as enchanting; and then feel the insuperably unflinching spirit of true adventure catapult you beyond the land of eternal paradise,
Overtake each impediment that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another impediment ever to be born as perilously demonic; and then feel the unparalleled waves of true satisfaction celestially descend down your innocuous conscience,
Admire each seawave that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another seawave ever to be born as romantically undulating;
and then exult in the true euphoria of tangy newness for times immemorial,
Absorb each wind that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another wind ever to be born as effulgently vivacious; and then feel unfathomable gorges of sensuously true exhilaration; impregnably enshroud you from all sides,
Flirt each nubile maiden that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another maiden ever to be born as tantalizingly inexplicable; and then feel the triumphantly true beads of voluptuous sweat; forever glisten on your
blessed flesh,
Praise each humanitarian that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another humanitarian ever to be born as symbiotically iridescent; and then feel the spirit of peerlessly true camaraderie unassailably wrap you in the cradle of everlasting togetherness,
Eat each salubrious fruit that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another fruit ever to be born as scrumptiously divine; and then feel true heavenly contentment beautifully waft from the walls of your holistic
stomach; as you slept,
Stare each star that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another start ever to be born as spectacularly opalescent; and
the feel truly optimistic enlightenment profoundly cheer up your every dreary night,
Dance with each peacock that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another peacock ever to be born as vividly charismatic; and then feel the true beams of unimaginably victorious color paint the obliviously vacant canvas of your despairing life,
Sing each rhythm that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another rhythm ever to be born as seductively mellifluous; and then feel the melody of true existence unlimitedly empower you on your every step,
Emulate each child that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another child ever to be born as impeccably unhindered; and then feel the true virtue of irrefutably unconquerable honesty; perpetuate every cranny of
your miserably dying demeanor,
Dream each night that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another night ever to be born as wonderfully inebriating; and then feel the true cisterns of rapturously silken titillation; endlessly drift you towards paradise,
Chase each desire that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another desire ever to be born as philanthropically fructifying; and then feel even the most infinitesimally disappearing ingredient of your wastrel blood; suddenly and truly wanting to live,
Embrace each religion that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another religion ever to be born as blissfully bonding; and then feel the greatest of God’s bestow you for your truly unrestricted humanitarian swirl,
Embellish each moment that you encountered in you life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another moment ever to be born as synergistically untainted;
and then feel the wings of perennial liberation truly kissing the tyrannically monotonous fangs of your existence,
Inhale each breath that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another breath ever to be born as poignantly Omnipotent; and then feel the oceans of unceasingly majestic artistry truly exude from every pore of your shriveled persona,
Love each heartbeat that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another heartbeat ever to be born as immortally passionate; and then feel like the most pricelessly blessed and truly procreating organism alive; for an infinite more lifetimes,
And lead each day that you encountered in your life in such a way; as if there wasn’t going to be another day ever to be born as fragrantly unfettered; and then feel the pain of veritably snatching death; anytime; anywhere; wonderfully equivalent to the chapter of royally burgeoning life.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
