nikhil parekh | 1 Nov 2002 21:42
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SPIRIT NEVER DIES...

POEM

SPIRIT NEVER DIES ::

Artists die; their art never dies,
Trees die; their wind never dies,
Music dies; its tunes never die,
Birds die; its flight never dies,
Roses die; their scent never dies,
Ocean die; their tanginess never dies,
Eyes die; their empathy never dies,
Fires die; their passion never dies,
Forests die; their mysticism never dies,
Clouds die; their enchantment never dies,
Moonlight dies; its resplendence never dies,
 Shadows die; their incantation never dies,
Lightening dies; its exhilaration never dies,
Beauty dies; its fragrance never dies,
Pioneers die; their conviction never dies,
Conjurers die; their magic never dies,
Philosophers die; their ideals never die,
Waterfalls die; their exuberance never dies,
Fantasises die; their excitement never dies,
Exemplaries die; their reflection never dies,
Explorers die; their expedition never dies,
Clocks die; their time never dies,
Muscles die; their ardour never dies,
Desires die; their fascination never dies,
Relationships die; their intimacy never dies,
Fairies die; their innocence never dies,
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nikhil parekh | 8 Nov 2002 17:07
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Tributes to America !!

Hi all you most mesmerizing people out there.

Some ecstatic piece of news to share with you most
benevolent mates. Just recently a collection of my
poetry, exclusively dedicated to the people of
America, has been launched by
http://www.dgpublishers.com/section_two.htm . This
book christened TRIBUTES TO AMERICA---MY HEART CRIES,
reflects the unflinching spirit of all Americans, and
the magnificent way in which they stood up tall and
resilient to the disastrous crisis. The acts on terror
were horrendously ghastly on the Sept. 11, and those
who suffered in the attacks, have already been reborn
as kings……Americans, showed commendable fortitude and
resilience in tackling the disaster, and hats off to
them, in trying their best, to swipe every essence of
terrorism from the trajectory of this planet….

I would insurmountably appreciate it, if you spared
some time, from your daily rigorous schedule, and
browsed through the same, assisting me disseminate the
essence of immortal peace and love, to the most
farthest corner of this enthrallingly beautiful
Universe.

God bless you with unprecedented happiness…May all you
dreams eternalise themselves into an immortal reality.

Nikhil Parekh

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nikhil parekh | 15 Nov 2002 22:01
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God bless all !!!

POEM ::

GOD BLESS ALL…

God bless all those with a philanthropic disposition;
wholeheartedly lending their magnanimous palms; to
uplift impoverished humanity,
God bless all those disseminating the essence of
perpetual peace; endeavoring their very best; to
metamorphose this parasitic world once again; into a
blissful paradise,
God bless all those righteously marching forward;
achieving their ultimate dream of symbiotically
surviving; with countless more of celestial living
kind,
God bless all those endowed with charismatic art in
their blood; propagating its mesmerizing enthrallment
to every gloomily darkened arena; of this fathomless
planet,
God bless all those with poignant innocence in their
eyes; embracing the stupendous harmony in the
atmosphere; with a passion to share existing
perennially in their souls,
God bless all those benevolently diffusing the
religion of humanity; propelling indiscriminately
barbaric fanatics to blend synergistically with;
egalitarian mankind,
God bless all those who unequivocally harbored the
tyrannized in their times of distress; carrying the
treacherously orphaned to their dwellings of
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nikhil parekh | 23 Nov 2002 11:20
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WHY SHOULD I ???

POEM ::

WHY SHOULD I

Why should the desert metamorphose itself into an
ocean; just because the acrimoniously slithering
cactus; wanted it to ?

Why should the clouds metamorphose themselves into
glittering gold; just because the lecherously
manipulative wandering aimlessly; wanted them to ?

Why should the patriotic battlefield metamorphose
itself into a shivering cocoon; just because the
diminutively cowardly scared of leading life; wanted
it to ?

Why should the pungently intrepid thorn metamorphose
itself into overwhelmingly glistening silk; just
because the dastardly demons desirous for luxury;
wanted it to ?

Why should poignant blood fulminating ecstatically
through the veins metamorphose itself into frozen ice;
just because the worthlessly vindictive ghost; wanted
it to ?

Why should the dog metamorphose its unruly bark into
a melodiously sacrosanct song; just because some
fanatics of spuriously sanctimonious religion; wanted
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