This Book which has 50 differently titled Poems , is actually volume 2 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
DESTINED TO BE DEAD. WHEN GOD WANTS.
I didn’t know whether it would be flamboyantly optimistic rays of the Sun; or whether the sky would resemble silver streaks of monsoon grey- when I’d step out of the pitch dark coal mine,
I didn’t know whether it’d rain unrelentingly; or whether it’d turn out to be a day embellished with the profoundness of ecstatic light- as I retired for sleep just a few hours before,
I didn’t know whether I’d meet with several uncouth barricades; or whether I’d reach the finishing line of sweet success like the flight of a royally unbridled eagle- as I tread on the jagged road outside,
I didn’t know whether the very next person I’d encounter would be a long-lost friend; or a complete stranger with whom I’d have to interact from the infinitesimal scratch so that we became best friends,
I didn’t know whether the waves of the ocean would serenely undulate under the opalescent Moon- or whether there would be an undivided wall of fiery water called ‘Tsunami’ hurtling towards the crowded township- as I merrily hummed the tunes of my choice snuggled cozily in my hotel room,
I didn’t know whether there’d be impeccable landscapes of ice as I traversed up the hills; or whether what would greet me would be treacherous barren slopes- with delightful rivulets of water tumbling by my side,
I didn’t know whether the colossal edifice would retain its poise; or come down crumbling like a pack of frigid matchsticks; as the earthquake struck without the tiniest of insinuation and with insurmountable might,
I didn’t know whether the bus awkwardly wobbling through the hills; would reach the summit with all passengers in bliss; or whether it’d skid its way head-on- down into the stillness of the devouring gorge,
I didn’t know whether the tantalizing plain of mud that laid infront; would facilitate to reach the other end like a royal safari- or whether it’d perseveringly suck life trying to traverse being the slippery sand,
I didn’t know whether the fresh bundle of life soon about to leave the womb and entire planet divine- would be an unequivocally bonding baby girl; or a mischievous little darling baby boy,
I didn’t know whether the stranger walking abreast my window; lived in a charmed castle of glittering columns and crowns- or whether he found solace under the open roof of the unassailable sky; when night inevitably descended by,
I didn’t know whether the bird perched on the roof- would choose to peck at grains strewn in bountiful abundance around; or whether it’d dabble its beak just an insouciant trifle into the few droplets of water in the bowl,
I didn’t know whether the offsprings would abruptly leave their mother one day; or whether they’d all continue to exist till destined in their abode replenished with the threads of love,
I didn’t know whether the bride and bride-groom who appeared so wondrously enlightened on solemnization of marriage- would lead a life further of unhindered joy; mutual bliss and respect- or whether their existence would mark a new chapter of being fraught with total discontent; dissimilarities and disparities,
I didn’t know whether the flamboyantly roaring lion would attack the man with savage hostility; or would come near him to timidly lap up his palm; the same man who’d once upon a time removed a thorn from its profusely oozing wound,
I didn’t know whether the vultures would admire their unfettered flight in the scintillatingly candid mirror; or whether they’d disintegrate the same into worthless pieces with nonchalant probes of their legs and beaks,
I didn’t know whether the inscrutably exuberant paintings of the painter would reach him the epitome of mortal success and fame; or whether he’d spend a life in lambasted reclusion and seclusion from the outside world,
I didn’t know whether the kite I flew from my terrace; would soar placidly as I relished plucking at its lifeless string; or whether it’d fall with an instantaneous thud upon obdurate concrete; cut by a counterpart string which had more luck that time,
But irrespective of this or that we did not know – what I and every single one of us living beings definitely and irrefutably know; is that every mortal life taken birth upon the soil by God’s grace- is destined to be dead when God wants.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
