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There was a time when I incessantly coaxed my boss to relieve me early; liberating me an infinitesimal trifle of my debilitatingly coercing schedule,
While today; every bone in my body irascibly itched to step outside; at even the tiniest insinuation of bird cry or flickering light.

There was a time when I gritted my teeth an indefatigable moment in the realms of snobbishly pretentious office; insatiably wanting to nestle in the lap of wholesome solitariness and far away from the impudent hustle-bustle of the sickening corporate
While today; I found the most spuriously lackadaisical of reasons; to tirelessly converse with every stranger that I encountered on the streets.

There was a time when I profoundly felt like charring every cranny of the lecherously asphyxiating office into threadbare ash; uninhibitedly staring at fathomless bits of azure sky without a soul to interrupt my unassailably ebullient fantasy,
While today; I pleadingly looked at even the most sordidly cloistered dustbins; to relentlessly talk to me; share with me the experiences of their life.

There was a time when I was ready to pay any price on this earth to be wholesomely relieved of polishing my devilish boss's shoes; feeling like audaciously slapping every entity in the match-box conference room whiling away its time in slang; smoke and wine,
While today; I unrelentingly envied flamboyant youth euphorically darting towards work at the crack of nine; the spirit of profuse accomplishment in their bones; which had since long left mine.

There was a time when I had truculent nightmares of approaching death very soon even in the most brilliant of daylight; as I had to inevitably blend with the
dogmatic corporate world to pay the rent for my very own soil,
While today; I attended every pulsating party without even the slightest of invitation; fervently trying to engage all; from the prince to the butler in my tales of vibrant life; while they kicked my dithering skeleton on the dusty pathways and out.

There was a time when I felt pathetically staggering for fresh breath; amidst unruly crowds of politicians; my tycoon compatriots; and my boss's unreasonable
lambasting me for achieving the best; although it meant digging countless feet beneath my grave,
While today; every element of my countenance was disastrously suffocating in the interiors of my own dwelling; with the society rejecting my quaintly quavering voice like frigid nothingness; and without even the most mercurial mission in my
decaying hands.

There was a time when I vomited even the last morsel of food in my stomach at the very mention of travelling; dismally sick of putting a pompous smile in front of the inhumanly tight lipped customer; although I felt like spitting on his worthless mercedes,
While today; I felt that the biggest achievement of my life was in my insipidly laborious morning walk; as that was the only opportunity I could salvage; to
drift my ailing form from my purposeless house.

There was a time when I obnoxiously detested people who superfluously adorned their bodies with meaningless jewelry; wasting their entire wealth on baseless ostentation; when countless deprived just needed two morsels of food to lead life,
While today; my greedy eyes uncontrollably sighted the postman every sweltering afternoon; ardently waiting for greetings; gifts; just anything to come my way;
enlightening my derogatorily deadened eyes; amidst my lackluster activity of
snapping flies.

There was a time when I ferociously jeered at extra population and pertinently perpetuating cries; wanting my very own free space to majestically lead the
chapter of vivacious life,
While today; I passionately longed for an unfathomable clutter of voices round my ghoulish abode; incorrigibly clung to the feet of every bystander who passed my trajectory; even as my very own blood; gruesomely abandoned me to die.

O! Yes; there was a time when I was euphorically young; squandering whatever I wanted to; malevolently complaining about dastardly office one in a while; at
the same time falling in immortal love; achieving even the most parsimonious of dreams floating in the aisles of unprecedented desire,
While today; I didn't know which direction to tread although the earth beneath me still reverberated with ecstatic cheer; although the planet around me still
continued to blossom into triumphant newness; while I perennially craved for those golden days once again; as I had now retired.
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Submitted by nikhilparekh on October 13, 2019

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Nikhil Parekh

Nikhil Parekh , ( born August 27 ; 1977 ) from Ahmedabad , India - is a Love Poet and 10 time National Record holder for his Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India , which is India's Best Book of Records , also Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of World Records . He is an author of - ' LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY ' , which has a Print Length of 5254 pages on the Amazon Kindle . The Poet's style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never ever been written before or experimented on the mortal planet by any mortal . Though his Poetry / literature is normal and natural . 10 Different National Records held by Parekh with the Limca Book of Records India are for - (1) Being the First Indian Poet to be published / featured in McGill English Dictionary of Rhyme which is the World's Number 1 English Rhyming Dictionary - for his poem: Come Lets Embrace our New Religion (2) Being the First Indian Poet to have won Poet of the Year Award at the Canadian Federation of Poets which is Canada's National Poetry Body endorsed by Governor General of Canada (3) Being the First Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth Newsletter for his poem on AIDS which is 'Aids doesn't kill. Your Attitude kills (4) Being the First Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best poetry e-book (5) Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most number of replies from World Leaders and World Organizations (6) Being the First Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to the International Goodwill Treaty for World Peace - GoodwillTreaty.org (7) Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films at Youtube.com - The World's largest video sharing website (8) Being the 1st Indian Poet to be featured for his Poetry Book - 'Love versus Terrorism- Poems on Anti Terror, Peace' , at Wattpad.com - The World's most popular ebook community and largest website for reading books on mobile phones (9) Being the first Indian Poet whose video reciting a Poem on Nelson Mandela , has been placed at the official website of the Government of South Africa (10) Having authored LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY - which is of Print Length 5254 pages and currently has approximately 1.15 million words , financially selling in the Amazon.com Kindle Store United States at - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ . The Indian Poet has written thousands of varied poems on - God , Peace , Love , Anti Terrorism , Friendship , Life , Death , Environment, Wildlife , Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood , Humanity , Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty , Lovers , Brotherhood . His Books and Poems have had millions of viewers and downloads on the Internet . Parekh is an author of 47 varied Books which include - 1 God ( volume 1 to volume 4 ) , The Womb ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , Love Versus Terrorism ( Part 1 to Part 2 ) , You die; I die - Love Poems ( Part 1 to Part 16 ) , Life = Death ( volume 1 to volume 10 ), The Power of Black ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother , Hide and Seek ( part 1 to part 8 ) , Longest Poem written by Nikhil Parekh - Only as Life . These Books comprise of nearly a 7000 pages of his Poetry in their entirety . The Poet's Poetry has had the patronization of several versatile World Leaders including the Queen of England . Visit http://nikhilparekh.net ; the webpage . more…

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