This Book which has 50 differently titled Poems , is actually volume 8 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
. LONG LIVE GODLY LIFE
Every innocuous step that you have marvelously bequeathed upon my dwindling stride; was unsurpassably more than infinite gardens of spuriously scintillating and penalizing currency,
Every instant of jubilation that you have royally bequeathed upon my miserably fading visage; was overwhelmingly more than infinite treasuries of bombastically malevolent and devastating currency ,
Every tantalizing dream that you have ingratiatingly bequeathed upon my nonchalantly wandering mind; was irrefutably more than infinite cloudbursts of
viciously hurtling and truculent currency,
Every poignant blush that you have celestially bequeathed upon my pathetically abraded cheeks; was unfathomably more than infinite entrenchments of abominably prejudiced and worthless currency,
Every stream of crimson blood that you have gorgeously bequeathed upon my disastrously fatigued veins; was incomprehensibly more than infinite skies of ominously cacophonic and gory currency,
Every unflinchingly tenacity that you have unassailably bequeathed upon my shriveled muscles; was astronomically more than infinite oceans of capriciously obsolete and doomsday currency,
Every inscrutably enigmatic destiny line that you have fabulously bequeathed upon my erringly minuscule palms; was intransigently more than infinite tunnels of abhorrently stinking and imprisoning currency,
Every ingredient of robustly sparkling health that you have gloriously bequeathed upon my debilitating body; was ubiquitously more than infinite whirlpools of
insipidly dithering and horrific currency,
Every benevolently philanthropic goodness that you have sacredly bequeathed upon my beleaguered soul; was unconquerably more than infinite mountains of ominously differentiating and victimizing currency,
Every impeccable artistry that you have spell bindingly bequeathed upon my diminutive aura; was unbelievably more than infinite cisterns of lividly acrimonious and insidious currency,
Every integrally gratifying talent that you have blissfully bequeathed upon my penurious countenance; was grandiloquently more than infinite farms of uncouthly massacring and raunchy currency,
Every wave of untamed euphoria that you have heavenly bequeathed upon my ludicrously orphaned senses; was gigantically more than infinite lands of brutally
tyrannizing and decimating currency,
Every seductively enthralling shadow that you have fantastically bequeathed upon my capriciously fluttering demeanor; was unbelievably more than infinite caverns of traumatically lambasting and salacious currency,
Every spurt of poignant enthusiasm that you have wonderfully bequeathed upon my irascibly estranged persona; was unshakably more than infinite hurricanes of diabolically pulverizing and crippling currency,
Every enamoring melody that you have uninhibitedly bequeathed upon my indigently dying throat; was invincibly more than infinite wells of horrendously stagnating and adulterated currency,
Every globule of astoundingly golden sweat that you have aristocratically bequeathed upon my lackadaisically indolent shoulders; was colossally more than infinite dungeons of treacherously rotting and invidiously dilapidated currency,
Every iota of eternal truth that you have Omnisciently bequeathed upon my deleteriously hollow conscience; was undoubtedly more than infinite warfields of
belligerently ghoulish and assassinating currency,
Every puff of stupendously harmonious breath that you have divinely bequeathed upon my languidly tiny nostrils; was irretrievably more than infinite hells of murderously morbid and insane currency,
Every beat of impregnable love that you have Omnipotently bequeathed upon my frantically searching heart; was unprecedentedly more than infinite corpses
of remorsefully forlorn and vindictive currency,
And even if I took birth for a countless more lifetimes O! Almighty Lord and unequivocally liberated all my wealth; I would still be an infinite births too short to repay you back for all sacrosanct goodness; that you have so magnanimously showered upon me,
In the end; I humbly abnegate praying; long live humanity; long live innocence; and most importantly; long live love; and long live GODLY life.
