This Book which has 50 differently titled Poems , is actually volume 1 of the Book titled - 1 God ( 522 pages ) .
A ramification of the innumerable Omnipotent fragrances of life that I , Nikhil Parekh , have smelt by the grace of God - I'm grateful to him for enlightening me about his chapters of invincible creation and considering me worthy enough to describe his unparalleled splendor , in a few words and in the shape of this book . A salient tribute to his undefeated power .
The compilation of poems depicts the Omniscient Creator in his infinite unconquerable shapes and forms . Goes to irrefutably prove that there is just one Creator , you choose to call him by whatever name - and for everyone one of us till the time we live . This book is a perpetual dedication to Almighty Lord . It quintessentially portrays the splendor of the Almighty Creator in his infinite forms . Goes to victoriously prove at every step , that no matter how hard the devil tries to annihilate the planet - an inconspicuous tap of the Lord's finger makes him crumble to his very last non - existent frigid roots .
Poems depicting the ' Omnipotent ' glory of the Creator in an infinite forms that the poet could ever conceive . Natural and uninhibited outpourings of the heart these poems transport the reader into a world of spirituality and magnificence of Godhead . Every poetic piece shows Parekh's unparalleled love for the Almighty and immortalizes the Omnipresent aura of the Lord in a boundless ways and shapes . This spiritually enriched compendium of poems is for all those who've timelessly admired the miraculous prowesses and powers of God at each stage of their lives . Those who've lived each instant of their lives worshipping his Omniscient grace irrespective of the most murderous hell descending around . The poetic imagery brilliantly transcends over every inhibition of caste , creed , color and religion and goes to perpetually prove that all living beings are one and blessed in his fathomless sacrosanct light of truth . The poems depict Parekh's oneness in mind , body and spirit with the Creator .
Excerpt
a Poem from the Book –
GOD HIMSELF
He whom you can explicitly see is not God,
And he who was the strongest; without the most minuscule form appearing even in flaming sunlight; was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you can profoundly feel is not God,
And he who was entirely ungraspable; without even leaving an untidy footprint after majestically traversing on soil; was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you could magnificently create is not God,
And he who exists in an incomprehensibly fathomless myriad of forms; was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you can profusely imagine is not God,
And he who remains perpetually obscure even after floating in each particle of the exotic atmosphere; was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you can vividly dream about is not God,
And he who propelled every brain to think beyond corridors of the unbelievably extraordinary; was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you can coin your destiny with is not God,
And he who was maneuvering the lives of boundless at the mere tip of his little finger; was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you can cremate is not God,
And he who was immortally living; since unprecedented centuries ago even before this earth was created; was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you can admire is not God,
And he who was bestowing an everlasting labyrinth of beauty every unfurling second; was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you can wholeheartedly cry for is not God,
And he who was incessantly replacing tears of all mankind with omnipresent smiles; was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you can bid a celestial adieu is not God,
And he who was spawning countless for every entity withering; was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you can fabulously describe is not God,
And he was all Omniscient; having already embodied the scriptures of holy tomorrow even before the world had begun; was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but
God himself.
He whom you can devotedly chant till times beyond eternity is not God,
And he who irrefutably steered every lip on this globe; to propagate the essence of benevolent existence; was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you can belligerently fight for is not God,
And he who evolved the most marvelously wonderful species of creation called “Man”; was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you perpetually kept close to your chest was not God,
And he who made every single heart throb for the person it loved; was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God himself.
He whom you witnessed blossoming was not God,
And he who stood taller than the Sun; to illuminate every miserably darkened cranny of trembling soil; was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God himself.
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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.)
