This Book which has 50 differently titled Poems , is actually volume 6 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’S A COMPLETE CIRCLE.
The best of the most invincibly fragrant heavens or the worst of the most pathetically deteriorating of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,
The best of the most bountifully Omnipotent heavens or the worst of the most
ghastily impoverished of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even
think about,
The best of the most blazingly triumphant heavens; or the worst of the most brutally crucifying of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,
The best of the most beautifully iridescent heavens; or the worst of the most sinfully pulverizing of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,
The best of the most unbelievably ecstatic heavens; or the worst of the most cadaverously torturous of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,
The best of the most jubilantly blessing heavens; or the worst of the most traumatically slandering of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,
The best of the most blissfully ubiquitous heavens; or the worst of the most
disgracefully devilish of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even
think about,
The best of the most symbiotically fructifying heavens; or the worst of the most hedonistically massacring of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,
The best of the most poignantly effulgent heavens; or the worst of the most
sadistically cannibalistic of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,
The best of the most Omnisciently ameliorating heavens; or the worst of the
most wickedly delirious of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,
The best of the most irrefutably righteous heavens; or the worst of the most
tyrannically lambasting of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,
The best of the most eternally blessing heavens; or the worst of the most cynically disparaging of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,
The best of the most rhapsodically uninhibited heavens; or the worst of the most truculently disintegrating of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,
The best of the most unassailably liberating heavens; or the worst of the most unsparingly excoriating of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even think about,
The best of the most indomitably fearless heavens; or the worst of the most
abhorrently parasitic of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even
think about,
The best of the most perpetually consecrating heavens; or the worst of the most meaninglessly wanton of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even
think about,
The best of the most magically charismatic heavens; or the worst of the most ominously venomous of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even
think about,
The best of the most undefeatedly Omnipresent heavens; or the worst of the most sadistically tawdry of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even
think about,
The best of the most immortally compassionate heavens; or the worst of the most wretchedly fetid of hells; were an infinite kilometers too far away; to even
think about,
For Life’s a complete circle. And whatever blessedly good or unforgivably sinful that you do in the tenure of your destined life; comes back to you sometime or the other in the same equivalent form and in this very lifetime of yours; without caring the slightest; thinking about; or waiting for the tiniest of heaven or ribald hell
to unfurl.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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