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The Art Was Always Yours

The more stringently you tried to attempt it; the more abominably it ran away from you; eluding you like the wail of the surreptitiously wailing fox,

The more austerely you searched for it; the more abhorrently it shirked you; cold bloodedly kicking you on your; intricately silken hindside,

The more incorrigibly you wanted it; the more salaciously it whipped you; pugnaciously repelling you till realms beyond infinite infinity; to wander in a
land of worthless nothingness,

The more indefatigably you chased it; the more viciously it stabbed you; sporadically appearing right before your eyes; but unfortunately never being only yours,

The more intractably you tried to follow it; the more venomously did it fox you; rendering you gasping for breath and life; as you miserably staggered upon every

The more intransigently you stared at it; the more manipulatively it got more and more inconspicuous in size; literally blinding you to grope in a tunnel of gruesomely hapless darkness,

The more forcefully you tried to evolve it; the more ludicrously it jeered you; making meaningless mockery of your charismatic persona; in front of the entire Universe outside,

The more stubbornly you tried to assimilate it; the more smoothly it vanished from your impregnably clenched fists; handsomely soaring abreast the satiny clouds; while you spat angrily at your very own reflection,

The more resolutely you tried to capture it; the more rebelliously it slapped you; as you pathetically swooned for times immemorial upon treacherously cold ground,

The more greedily you tried to savor it; the more triumphantly it escaped from your mind for infinite more yet to come; leaving you to stagnate; in a ghastly corpse of remorseful morbidity,

The more possessively you tried to embrace it; the more congenially it blended with every other entity on this fathomless planet; except your ardently yearning soul,

The more obsessively you tried to chant it; the more heinously it slipped from the very center of your tongue; dumbing you perpetually; to bear the tyranny of the murderously savage world outside,
The more irretrievably you tried to cherish it; the more it started to fade like an obsolete mirage from the whites of your eye; as you ridiculously ended up relinquishing the last iota of breath; for its priceless sake,

The more fervently you tried to pray for it; the more it made sure that it would reside in another dwelling and not yours; submerging you forever in whirlpools
of disastrously gory darkness,

The more iteratively you tried to make it a fanatic part of your religion; the more it deserted you like the flames desert the crumbling matchstick; making sure that your entity coalesced only with raw dust,

The more tirelessly you tried to conquer it; the more irascibly surreptitious it became; enticing you like a nubile princess beside its seductive grace; before eventually making you taste maliciously stinking pig skin on the obdurate ground,

The more insanely you tried to make it an integral element of your breath; the more violently it shrugged your shivering visage; hatefully hurling you back to the very place; where you belonged before you were born,

The more cleverly you tried to bond it with every of your lackadaisically penurious beats; the more it dolorously dulled even the most infinitesimal trace of energy in your chest; as you asked the Lord to condone you from; devastatingly penalizing death,

It was unfortunately unlike other things in life; which when you tried the hardest for; would eventually and forever be yours,

For all you had to do was uninhibitedly open the chords of your mind; heart and soul; breathe naturally in symbiotic conjunction with God's bountiful Universe; and Lo! Behold; the greatest artist poured out from your beautiful countenance; and the art that had always beguiled you previously; was now and timelessly; always yours.
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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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