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The Very First Time

The very first time in my life when I tried to catapult to the ultimate precipice of the perilously gigantic mountain; my soul uncontrollably trembled; and almost every speck of soil under my feet gave way to a coffin of amorphous nothingness,

The very first time in my life when I tried to plunge headon into the precariously undulating and untamed sea; the hair on my skin nictitated in uncanny fear; although mentally I could very well perceive that the laws of buoyancy would keep me blissfully afloat,

The very first time in my life when I attempted to walk on ground; daggerheads of inexplicably unsolicited fear penetrated me from all sides; although by the grace of God the age was now consummate enough for me to wonderfully stand,

The very first time in my life when I left my house; indescribably sordid graveyards of uncertainty unsparingly pierced my nimble spirit; although the atmosphere outside was enlightened with nothing else but celestially unending peace,

The very first time in my life when I tried to speak; the stub of tongue in my mouth felt unfathomably circumspect about the quality of sound that was about to diffuse; although the thunderous roar of natural instincts in my body; unrelentingly urged me to unfurl my mouth,

The very first time in my life when I tried to eat; the consortium of disheveled intestines in my stomach uneasily fretted and wrenched; although pangs of inevitably crucifying hunger reverberated endlessly throughout my body,

The very first time in my life when I tried to sip; the chords in my throats unceremoniously tightened their grip; although the uncouthly sweltering heat of the afternoon Sun; rendered them grasping for more and more,

The very first time in my life when I tried to defecate; the bowels in my stomach dogmatically refrained to contract and expand; although the call of nature was too heavy upon them to bear,

The very first time in my life when I tried to smile; the contours of my diminutive lips remained haplessly frozen; although the winds of unparalleled happiness indefatigably triggered them to blossom till the aisles of exhilarating eternity,

The very first time in my life when I tried to sleep; the dormitories of my
tirelessly discovering brain miserably quavered at the thought of dastardly unconsciousness; although the lids over my eyeball rolled down like a helplessly beleaguered sycophant,
The very first time in my life when I tried to hold; the humble knots on my fingers broke into disparagingly cold sweat; although the mantras of symbiotic existence timelessly coaxed me to bond them with my fellow brethren and kin,

The very first time in my life when I tried to adventure; the framework of synergistic bones in my countenance horribly diminished into mortuaries of dastardly nothingness; although the uninhibitedly effulgent fantasies in my brain inexhaustibly dictated me to flirtatiously philander,

The very first time in my life when I tried to earn my livelihood; every ingredient of my molecular persona repugnantly repelled the proposition as abhorrently bizarre; although I very well knew that every organism alive quintessentially needed to pay his rent for his destined time,

The very first time in my life when I tried to write poetry; the pen in my hands felt like an hedonistically massacring knife; although I inherently knew that it was perfectly allright even if the bountifully resplendent verse would rhyme or not rhyme,

The very first time in my life when I tried to flirt; the intrepidly emollient tenacity in my demeanor crumbled towards the corpses of feckless meaninglessness; although the urge to submerge every cranny of my flesh with innocuous mischief was more unconquerable than the limitless skies,

The very first time in my life when I tried to learn; the intricately sensitive machinery of my mind treacherously betrayed me; in the fear of being unnecessarily inundated; although the desire of philanthropically imbibe radiated regally from the innermost space of my conscience,

The very first time in my life when I tried to preach; my neck felt as if it was going to be hung on the gallows of the truculently marauding devil; although I perfectly knew that was insurmountably adequate room for harmless human error,

The very first time in my life when I tried to breathe; my lungs felt fish slithering lividly without the most capricious droplet of water; although I knew that inhaling a few puffs of air from them was my cardinal birthright for harmonious survival,

But the very first time in my life when I fell in love; I felt the most pricelessly immortal organism alive not only for this birth; but for infinite more births of mine; I could never ever give my heart to any other girl in my life; and the first time forever remained the very first time.
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Submitted by nikhilparekh on October 14, 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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