This Book which has 50 differently titled Poems , is actually volume 4 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
NEITHER COULD LIFE STOP DEATH; NEITHER COULD DEATH STOP LIFE.
Neither could rain stop abominably heartless drought whenever it is destined; nor could any drought in anyways put brakes upon bountifully utopian rain; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is majestically destined,
Neither could truth stop horrifically demented lies whenever it is destined; nor could any lies in anyways put brakes upon triumphantly unflinching truth; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is bounteously destined,
Neither could child birth stop bizarrely sadistic impotency whenever it is destined; nor could any impotency in anyways put brakes upon amazingly unassailable child birth; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is exuberantly destined,
Neither could the Sun stop frigidly numbing snow whenever it is destined; nor could any snow in anyways put brakes upon the Omnipotently blazing Sun; whenever it’s inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is wondrously destined,
Neither could the Lotus stop dolorously asphyxiating stench whenever it is destined; nor could any stench in anyways put brakes upon the aristocratically blossoming and redolent Lotus; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is invincibly destined,
Neither could Kingliness stop demonically beheading poverty whenever it is destined; nor could any poverty in anyways put brakes upon unsurpassably opulent Kingliness; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is eternally destined,
Neither could goodness stop hedonistically murderous evil whenever it is destined; nor could any evil in anyways put brakes upon miraculously ameliorating goodness; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is infallibly destined,
Neither could evolution stop manipulatively politicized monotony whenever it is destined; nor could any monotony in anyways put brakes upon freshly spell-binding evolution; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is enchantingly destined,
Neither could happiness stop inexplicably aggrieved tears whenever they’re destined; nor could any tears in anyways put brakes upon impregnably philanthropic happiness; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is jubilantly destined,
Neither could perseverance stop amorphously carcinogenic spirits whenever they’re destined; nor could any spirit in anyways put brakes upon victoriously peerless perseverance; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is insuperably destined,
Neither could simplicity stop lackadaisically worthless pompousness whenever it is destined; nor could any pompousness in anyways put brakes upon celestially enamoring simplicity; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is ubiquitously destined,
Neither could Luck stop horrifically ghastly accidents whenever they’re destined; nor could any accident in anyways put brakes upon bountifully unconquerable luck; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is consummately destined,
Neither could silence stop satanically crucifying screams whenever they’re destined; nor could any scream in anyways put brakes upon magically stupefying silence; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is euphorically destined,
Neither could day stop ghoulishly plundering night whenever it is destined; nor could any night in anyways put brakes upon the perpetually winning day; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is spell-bindingly destined,
Neither could humanity stop gorily devastating war whenever it is destined; nor could any war in anyways put brakes upon everlastingly priceless and uniting humanity; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is effulgently destined,
Neither could devotion stop lividly profane infidelity whenever it is destined; nor could any infidelity in anyways put brakes upon unshakably faithful devotion; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is holistically destined,
Neither could innocence stop maliciously perilous adultery whenever it is destined; nor could any adultery in anyways put brakes upon divinely virgin innocence; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is beautifully destined,
Neither could righteousness stop deliriously febrile parasites whenever they’re destined; nor could any parasites in anyways put brakes upon truthfully blessing righteousness; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is spectacularly destined,
Neither could life stop torturously annihilating death whenever it is destined; nor could any death in anyways put brakes upon the chapters of vivaciously iridescent and immortal life; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is heavenly destined.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
