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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Free
“Free”. The very word perpetuated even the most hopelessly deadened persona; forever and ever and ever; with rays of magically unfettered and inimitably priceless hope,
“Free”. The very word metamorphosed even the most shrewdly castrated of businessmen; forever and ever and ever; into a festoon of unabashedly delightful smiles,
“Free”. The very word triggered every human to shrug all inhibitions of caste; creed; status and religion; forever and ever and ever exist as impregnably one under the fathomless sky of the Creator Divine,
“Free”. The very word annihilated iconoclastically pompous anarchy; forever and ever and ever ensured that the most unconquerable of Kings as well as the beleaguered pauper; uninhibitedly ate in the same plate,
“Free”. The very word massacred even the most infidel insinuation of tension; forever and ever and ever cast an incantation of eternal happiness over every conceivable speck of the atmosphere,
“Free”. The very word quelled all pugnaciously beheading war to a celestial rest; forever and ever and ever showered a rain of miraculously ameliorating equality; on granule of mother soil,
“Free”. The very word magically resonated as the ultimate crown of existence in all ears; forever and ever and ever triumphing over the devil of insanely tyrannical commercialism,
“Free”. The very word timelessly rendered happiness to the breath of every miserably impoverished being; forever and ever and ever ensured that none slept a hungry stomach; on this boundlessly bewitching earth,
“Free”. The very word perennially broke all jails of despicably humiliating slavery; forever and ever and ever liberated demonically asphyxiating blackness into invincibly befriending sunlight,
“Free”. The very word unfathomably inspired every fraternity of existence to be wholeheartedly creative; forever and ever and ever unwound the clockwork of robotic despair; into a Universe of undefeated freshness,
“Free”. The very word brought the most unbelievably ultimate revolution in people’s attitude towards survival; forever and ever and ever making them give; instead of ruthlessly snatching the same from each other,
“Free”. The very word put a veritable end to every instant of salacious gloominess; forever and ever and ever made an organism feel the closest to its rudiments of unashamedly simplistic existence,
“Free”. The very word ended all painstakingly internal conflict of the mind; body and soul; forever and ever and ever made a person realize that there was nothing more resplendent and unassailable than immortal love,
“Free”. The very word uncontrollably spun webs of insuperably iridescent fantasy in every mind alike; forever and ever and ever drifted all living kind towards the mists of tirelessly evolving heaven,
“Free”. The very word added unlimited paces to every frenetically diminishing stride; forever and ever and ever fomenting living beings to don nothing else; but bond in threads of unbreakable compassion and blissfully proliferate,
“Free”. The very word bountifully illuminated every delirious space on earth with the beams of prosperity; forever and ever and ever completing the process of existence with the signature of unshakable friendship,
“Free”. The very word taught every heart on this Universe to forget hate and solely love; forever and ever and ever coalesce every of its sacrosanct beat with the unparalleled silhouette of the Lord Divine,
“Free”. The very word made every organism profusely delve into the realms of sensuousness; forever and ever and ever realize that it was the ardor of faithfulness that re-christened and added new dimensions to existence,
But did you realize; that for getting and acquiring everything on this gigantic planet for “Free”; one has to first and foremost undergo the most excruciating of pains to take birth; and then pay the price of life…
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Nikhil Parekh
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Free of Cost
I sowed a cluster of poignant seeds in the soil; digging a trench conducive in
depth,
Diligently watered the mud at the onset of every dawn; and in brilliant sunshine;
sprinkling the enclosure with salubrious manure,
After a few years the tree grew tall and handsome; and showered upon me
succulent fruits;
free of cost.
I provided it tones of green leaf; kept a festoon of immaculate coconut in its
vicinity,
Obliterated it from acerbic rays of the sun; and sweltering heat; providing it
an island of hay
to sleep,
In return the rustic cow bestowed upon me gallons of frosty milk; free of cost.
I manoeuvred the canvas at astronomical heights in the sky; dexterously
plucking at its
nimble string,
Violently tugging the same; when confronted with swashbuckling draughts of
breeze,
In return the kite swayed phlegmatically in the air; gave me gargantuan
gratification; free of cost.
Several of my ancestors fought gruesome battles in their lives,
Audaciously massacring prevalent evil; clashing swords to drive away the
obnoxious enemy,
In return they left me marathon years of perpetual bliss and freedom to live;
free of cost.
I used portable water parsimoniously in winter; preserving every droplet that
I could,
Educated the society about the indispensable need to store and relinquish
wastage,
In return when the tyranny of summer took its acrimonious toll; I received
colossal
amounts of water; free of cost.
I procured a battalion of children; playing with them for incessant hours of
the day,
Incorporating their persona with the essence of humanity; teaching them to
march
straight without leaning their weight,
In return when they transited to youth; their philanthropic deeds spread far
and wide; and
they bestowed upon me the pride of being their father; free of cost.
I built mammoth sanatoriums for those afflicted with disastrous pain,
Assisted the blind; crippled; and the impoverished to cross the street; doing
the best
I could within my affordable means,
In return I got the benevolent and unprejudiced blessings of the same; free
of cost.
I lived the entire of my life intensely loving the girl of my dreams,
Devoting Herculean amount of time towards those in tribulation; unrelentingly
attempting to fulfill my earthly tasks,
In return when I relinquished life and breath; the creator gave me a place in blissful heaven; free of cost.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Freedom - 1
I pedal my bicycle furiously,
at unearthly hour of midnight,
ripping past juicy breeze of the summer month,
with increasing pressure on coiled springs,
compressed in plastic interiors of cycle seat.
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frenzied movement of muscular leg,
thorough dismantle of combed hair,
watery mucus flowing through square nose,
body sac filled with pouches of exhilaration,
deactivating tense network of frayed nerve cell,
releasing trapped energies of my mind,
sweat drops of hate oozing out,
venom webs of complication snapping apart,
stale air gushing from wide open mouth,
cleansing dirt from contaminated platelets of blood,
i gradually arrive by the silent river side,
park my sleek bike on angular stand,
securing it with locked chain metal,
descend down the steps of the river,
splash my feet depleted of footwear,
with body blows of wind across my chest,
in the luke warm waters of the holy ganges.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
Read more: river poems, hate poems, summer poems, hair poems, wind poems, freedom poems, spring poems, water poems
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Freedom from life
A trembling little heart,
unable to express itself,
capsized by the will power of others,
waiting to be free from this earthly form,
feeble to posses it,
escaping far away from the graveyard of miseries,
in the midst of tremendous fight for existence,
breaks free at last from the vice like confinement of
self introversions,
like the core of the hot earth,
with molten lava gushing out at last,
after years of struggle and unrelenting strife,
which soon after eruption gets cooled by mother earth,
who cant let her surface be full of tears,
for if she starts weeping,
who will look after her millions of sons,
dying every minute of thirst, hunger, and inexplicable
pain,
struck with horrendous grief,
with a bleak future ahead, and no bright lights
shinining yo guide them ahead,
leaving them in alone in a world of blood thirst and
corruption,
to the never ending tale of gruesome death,
finding the true beating of the heart,
at least momentarily, in a river of gods love to
surround,
never saying yes to love, peace, affection and faith,
trailing away from the mysteries of life,
closing sinful chapters of existence forever.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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