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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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ABCD
To learn the abcd of spell bindingly tangy salt; I
went into the heart of ravishingly undulating and
frostily untainted; ocean,
To learn the abcd of tantalizing mysteriousness; I
strolled through the aisles of the stupendously
resplendent and profoundly moonlit; forest,
To learn the abcd of unequivocal uninhibitedness; I
stood under the torrentially untamed downpour of
pricelessly golden and fantastically untainted; rain,
To learn the abcd of symbiotic simplicity; I went to
blissfully admire the magnanimously rejuvenating
shadows of the royally invincible and benevolently
burgeoning; tree,
To learn the abcd of exotically entrenching
timelessness; I sailed through the bountifully silken
and fathomlessly everlasting; sky,
To learn the abcd of celestially jingling happiness; I
went to the vivacious canvas of the supremely
dexterous and unbelievably handsome; rainbow,
To learn the abcd of peerlessly unflinching
invincibility; I went to the brilliantly flamboyant
epitome of the indomitably unshakable and insuperably
united; mountain of mankind,
To learn the abcd of pristinely innocuous
boisterousness; I went to the hives of the raucously
swarming and indefatigably buzzing; bees,
To learn the abcd of quintessentially construable
English; I punctiliously flipped through the pages of
the colossally informative and incredulously eclectic;
dictionary,
To learn the abcd of mellifluously heavenly music; I
went to the impeccable nest of the divinely blessed
and ubiquitously inimitable; nightingale,
To learn the abcd of astoundingly vivid imitation; I
went to the cage of the miraculously sensitive and
timelessly ecstatic; parrot,
To learn the abcd of unrestrictedly eternal mischief;
I went to the cradle of the blissfully bouncing and
perennially suckling; infant,
To learn the abcd of splendidly arcane uncanniness; I
went to the den of the regally hissing and poignantly
provoked; serpent,
To learn the abcd of supremely reinvigorating
freshness; I frequented the perpetual cascade of the
emolliently embellished and resplendently rhapsodic;
waterfall,
To learn the abcd of blazingly insuperable patriotism;
I spent time with the immortally felicitated and
fearlessly altruistic; soldier,
To learn the abcd of supremely unhindered compassion;
I profusely drowned myself into the selflessly
Omnipotent and bountifully heavenly; lap of my revered
mother,
To learn the abcd of scientifically revolutionary
healing; I went to the beamingly humanitarian and
blessedly versatile; doctor,
But in order to learn the abcd of Immortal Love
neither did I go anywhere; neither did I browse
through the most gigantic of textbooks to sagaciously
discern; as the beats from my heart inevitably leapt
out in the planet since the very first cry of my
birth; to forever bond with the goddess they already
knew since an infinite previous births; to forever be
possessed by that goddess till even infinite births
even after; this earth ceased to throb and exist…
©COPYRIGHT-2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS
RESERVED.
Nikhil Parekh
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Abortion- The greatest sin
Abortion. A word that brutally devastates the heart of spell binding
imagination; casting a spell of irrevocably endless gloom upon every
iota of
exhilarating freshness in the atmosphere,
Abortion. A word that is indescribably gory to the most unprecedented
limits; dismally silencing priceless life; even before it could take
construable roots,
Abortion. A word that profanely imperils god’s most sacrosanct chapter
of
proliferation; horrifically assassinating the rainbows of profound
exuberance in life’s mystical swirl,
Abortion. A word that perpetuates deliriously ghastly abhorrence
amongst all
caste; creed and tribe alike; sinfully asphyxiating the mantra of
innocuous
existence,
Abortion. A word that indefatigably rots in the aisles of murderously
cold-blooded hell; snaps every ounce of Samaritan brotherhood from
boundlessly bountiful civilizations,
Abortion. A word that decimates even the most unassailable flag of
victory
to dastardly ash; hedonistically rebels against the Omnipresent
Almighty
Lord; evoking the most angriest moments from emollient heaven,
Abortion. A word that sends vindictively decrepit chills down till the
very
last bone of the spine; an unforgivable crime for which even the
greatest of
God’s couldn’t grant you reprieve,
Abortion. A word that treacherously jeopardizes holistically burgeoning
sanctity; indiscriminately pulverizes stupendously benign goodness to
the
infinitesimally worthless devil’s workshop,
Abortion. A word that foments dolorous discontentment since the very
first
shimmer of majestically enchanting dawn; metamorphosing every
ingredient of
poignantly scarlet blood in the body; to ghoulishly amorphous and
heartless
shit,
Abortion. A word that salaciously reverberates with unsolicited
prejudice;
baselessly penalizing the fabric of existence; to mollify meaningless
idiosyncrasies of pompously tawdry human beings,
Abortion. A word that pronounces intransigently cannibalistic
mercilessness;
till the time this earth existed and even beyond,
Abortion. A word that disintegrates into countless fragments of inane
worthlessness; diffusing nothing but preposterously unwarranted fear;
even
amidst the most perpetually deadened of graves,
Abortion. A word that is the most cadaverous of invective upon God’s
paradise of wonderfully symbiotic creation; diabolically squelching the
essence of compassionately synergistic togetherness into mists of
perfidiously vanishing desolation,
Abortion. A word that wretchedly penalizes the freshly evolving for
ostensibly no fault of theirs; a mortuary of endless decay and wicked
diabolism,
Abortion. A word that swipes the uninhibitedly everlasting freedom to
live
and breathe; torturing the naturally harmonious body to the most
bizarrely
unprecedented limits,
Abortion. A word that propagates nothing but a disease more truculently
debilitating than atrocious cancer; ruthlessly killing the effulgent
spirit
of holistic survival,
Abortion. A word that not only sucks blessed blood from organisms
alive; but
tirelessly relishes it; smacking its tyrannical lips in unfathomable
contentment,
Abortion. A word that just wasn’t there in the dictionary of the God’s;
a
word so deadly that even the most victimizing of hell’s trembled to
harbor
in their sinful repertoire,
Abortion. A word that some females succumbed to today; just to maintain
the
trim silhouettes of their non-existent stomachs; just to expend more
time
with the bombastically bawdy high society; just to carve a flamboyantly
artificial integrity for themselves in the uxoriously dogmatic
professional
world; although they very well knew that it would be the greatest sin
that
they would ever commit not only for this birth; but for an infinite
more
births of theirs; even after the planet had ceased to exist…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Acne
Round bumps of red rash developed on my face,
As a handful of mosquitoes stung placid regions of my
flesh in unison.
Small protrusions of skin were visible on my face,
An aftermath of fanatic consumption of dairy milk
chocolate.
Blotted patches of dirty green crept on my handsome
feet,
After dipping it in stagnant water for unsurpassable
lengths of time.
Soft crusts of yellow grew in abundance beneath my
luscious lips,
As I didn’t scrub my face for weeks on the trot.
Illicit corrugations of grey engulfed large portions
of my back,
The moment I rolled vociferously in remnant ashes of a
dead soul.
Fresh wounds of thin blood were disdainful to spot on
my hands,
As I kneaded them against cutters of steel to gain
respite from inflamed
irritation.
Prominent sty buds cropped on intricate exteriors of
my eye,
After violent outbursts of epidemic fever.
Tiny hillocks of skin took birth on my scalp,
As I drenched them in fuming acid instead of tepid
water.
Colossal amounts of prickly heat erupted on my chest,
As I waded through blistering currents of the brutal
summer.
Minuscule goose-bumps rose with tender tenacity from
my body,
As I lay down on cubes of ice, bereft of a cloth
camouflaging my flesh.
Throbbing walls of my sensitive heart,
Got reinforced with a cluster of blunt tiny thorns,
Ripping apart capillaries of blood, bellows of gallant
oxygen,
When the person I was ready to die for,
The one who meant to me more than what bountiful life
could offer,
Left me midway in my quest for conquering unfathomable
goals in life.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Actions
I chopped the mighty cheddar tree into slices of
trimmed lumber,
then accomplished the action of aligning dry wood for
fire.
i evacuated slippery fish from the lake with coherent
dexterity,
then plunged myself into the action of roasting them
for night supper.
i traveled at nerve breaking speeds in the lead
tipped capsule of spaceship,
engaged myself voraciously in the task of snapping
photographs of the moon.
i brutally tore through the skin of the succulent
watermelon,
urged myself into the action of devouring blood red
chunks of the fruit.
i waded past undulating waters of the sea; landing up
marooned on an island,
intensely involved myself in the action of plucking
wild banana to survive.
i subtly filled hollow interiors of my pen with
fountain ink,
passionately prompting my fingers to perform the
action of ornate
calligraphy.
i inadvertently slipped from precarious height of the
stairs,
wasted no time getting into the action of consuming a
pellet of pain killer.
i mounted euphorically on a thoroughbred stallion,
then ardently executed the action of galloping past
the mountains.
i chewed a cluster of sapphire green betel leaf,
performed the rustic action of spitting cup fulls of
saliva on the street.
i memorized mystical tunes all throughout the cloud
covers of murky day,
prolifically drowned myself in the action of composing
romantic songs.
i slogged in the blistering heat of the fierce midday
sun,
then succumbing myself to the involuntary action of
blissful sleep.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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