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rank 1665
word count 276115
date submitted 27.10.2008
date updated 12.08.2012
genres: Fiction, Literary Fiction, Fantasy
classification: universal
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Life = Death

Nikhil Parekh

This book is a humble attempt to enlighten all with the equality of life and death--and to live in both of them to the fullest.

 

This is a 1200 pages poetry book .

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.



 
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Death-The Greatest Equalizer

Death--- The Greatest Equalizer…. 
 
 
 
 

Death was the greatest pacifier; after which every thwarted desire of

the physical form; wonderfully evaporated and became a mist of

celestially everlasting solitude,

Death was the greatest purifier; after which even the most evanescent

ounce of the inevitably sinful body; wholesomely dissolved to

perennially blend with the holy natural soil and atmosphere,

Death was the greatest fantasizer; after which each impoverished

element of the soul unabashedly fantasized in an infinite directions;

without the tiniest of tensions or frustrations of manipulatively

castrated life,

Death was the greatest immortalizer; after which every good and

Samaritan deed of living being; was idolized and gave strength to

existing man to conquer all evil; till times immemorial,

Death was the greatest synthesizer; after which even the most ethereal

trace of ghoulish imbalance in the body; settled and whispered in

exuberant unison towards every new face of captivating dawn,

Death was the greatest symbolizer; after which each entity became an

institution in its very ownself; for whatever good or bad it'd

achieved; in the tenure of its otherwise unendingly aspiring life,

Death was the greatest realizer; after which man was able to

holistically imbibe his true identity on planet earth; as he

unavoidably crumbled like a fence of matchsticks; infront of the

Omnipotent Almighty Lord,

Death was the greatest neutralizer; after which even the most

invisible insinuation of positivity and negativity; was made

articulately same on the plane of sheer and vapid nothingness,

Death was the greatest rationalizer; paving open the way; to the

miraculously untiring chapters of bountiful life and extinction; being

the most impregnable focal point upon which the Universe rotated,

Death was the greatest nullifier; bringing living kind to absolute

ground zero-after it'd achieved the most inimitable of heights;

thereby once again inspiring a whole new chapter of rejuvenating

existence,

Death was the greatest fortifier; royally melanging every amiable

spirit on this earth; into one unassailably epitomizing wall of

silence; which not even the fiercest of wars fought on globe could

ever pervade,

Death was the greatest womanizer; after which the haplessly divested

spirit of worldly life; easily entered and left the most beautiful

maidens upon this earth; without causing the slightest of stir or

perceivable scratch,

Death was the greatest desensitizer; after which even the most

hideously uncouth bombarding to the physical form; the most

inexplicable agony to the heart; seemed like a paradise of poignantly

virgin roses,

Death was the greatest socializer; after which endless communities

after communities; the greatest of friends and foes; all assembled

together to unanimously pray for the peaceful liberation of the soul,

Death was the greatest randomizer; eccentrically selecting a living

organism of any shape; size; color; status; age; anytime in its

completely and irrefutably unchallengeable swirl,

Death was the  greatest energizer; suddenly granting those wings of

uninhibitedness to the deliriously incarcerated soul; to ebulliently

circle round the planet a countless number of times,

Death was the greatest sermonizer; automatically inculcating a

boundless values and significance about the chapters of priceless

breath and existence; as it timelessly stared down every eyeball; be

it newborn or staggeringly old,

Death was the greatest revitalizer; after which the trajectory of

enamoring earth witnessed life in its most pristinely effulgent form

once again; as the indefatigable imprints of the Omnipresent lord;

blossomed in some or the other form of life; once again,

And death was; is and shall ever remain as the greatest Equalizer;

after which-- the richest and the poorest—the tallest and the

shortest—the brightest and the darkest---the strongest and the

weakest—the blessed and the maimed—the sighted and the

sightless---every single organism of God created with breath on this

ever-pervading planet; at last found their true identity as united and

one; beneath the deserted and lackluster patch of graveyard soil… 
 
 

 

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M. A. McRae. wrote 153 days ago

Are these all your work?
Because they do not seem consistent with the poor command of English that you exhibit in the forums.

wellwisher wrote 289 days ago
billy.mcbride wrote 836 days ago

Care to swap books with my book "Lonely Mountain Sonnets and Other Poems"?

Huseyin Angay wrote 1135 days ago

Have to agree with the previous reviewer. It's a bit of an assault on the senses. A bit too overwhelming.
I would suggest a lot of practice with shorter poems.

Best wishes.
Huseyin
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