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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Entirely your very own decision
You might have inherited the most fantastically
beautiful color of your eyes; from your wonderfully
sacrosanct parents;
But whether you use them to sight philanthropic
goodness; or whether you relentlessly stared with them
at diabolically cannibalistic parasites; is entirely
your very own decision; by the grace of Almighty God…
You might have inherited the most artistically
articulate shape of your teeth; from your beautifully
compassionate parents,
But whether use them for blissfully relishing fruits
of divine nature; or whether you satanically
excoriated daintily innocuous flesh into infinitesimal
nothingness with them; is entirely your very own
decision; by the grace of Almighty God….
You might have inherited the most enchantingly
curvaceous outlines of your feet; from your
symbiotically priceless parents,
But whether you use them to unflinchingly march
forward for the cause of the despairingly deprived; or
whether you indiscriminately squelched limitless
innocent into their threadbare corpse with them; is
entirely your very own decision; by the grace of
Almighty God…
You might have inherited the most lusciously scarlet
lips; from your magnanimously Omnipotent parents,
But whether you use them for celestially suckling the
sweetness of Omnisciently united creation; or whether
you morbidly pursed around the dead organism’s
decayed blood with them; is entirely your very own
decision; by the grace of Almighty God…
You might have inherited the most handsomely broad
silhouette of your shoulders; from your blessedly
benign parents,
But whether you use them for altruistically hoisting
countless haplessly orphaned; or whether you
insidiously blocked the way of peerless righteousness
with them; is entirely your very own decision; by the
grace of Almighty God…
You might have inherited the most eclectically conical
design of your fingers; from your mellifluously
insuperable parents,
But whether you use them for sketching the
fathomlessly panoramic wonderment of this planet; or
whether you entwine them with the palms of
unforgivable crime; is entirely your very own
decision; by the grace of Almighty God…
You might have inherited the most ruddily fair color
of your skin; from your royally unconquerable parents,
But whether you use it for ubiquitously diffusing the
essence of tantalizing beauty; or whether you
barbarously make a parody of all those darker than you
with it; is entirely your very own decision; by the
grace of Almighty God…
You might have inherited the most eloquently
mesmerizing voice; from your effulgently victorious
parents,
But whether you use it for synergistically mollifying
every bit of apocalyptic bedlam on this Universe; or
whether you vituperatively hurl it to nefariously
subjugate every pregnant mother; is entirely your very
own decision; by the grace of Almighty God…
You might have inherited the most quintessentially
amazing virility; from your selflessly venerated
parents,
But whether you use it for sowing the seeds of
timelessly endowing goodness; or whether you use it to
impregnate every living organism with maliciously
slandering venom; is entirely your very own decision;
by the grace of Almighty God…
You might have inherited the most mischievously
harmonious contours of your nostrils; from your
invincibly unparalleled parents,
But whether you use them to inhale the winds of
ecumenical disarmament; or whether you exhale
unsurpassably filthy maelstroms of lethal hatred from
them; is entirely your very own decision; by the grace
of Almighty God…
And You might have inherited the most salubriously
unceasing heart; from your inimitably godly parents,
But whether you use it to perennially diffuse the
beats of Immortally unassailable love; or whether you
acrimoniously circumscribe it within the chains of
derogatorily ribald betrayal; is entirely your very
own decision; by the grace of Almighty God…
©copyright—2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights
reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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426.
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Even in the deepest sleep of your death…
One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to inundate every cranny of your brain with so many spell binding fantasies; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your perpetually silencing death,
One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to enlighten every outline of your lips with so many eternally rhapsodic smiles; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your gruesomely tyrannizing death,
One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to mesmerize each vacant pore of your eardrum with so many spell bindingly humanitarian tunes; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your ominously victimizing death,
One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to tantalize every nerve of your spine with so many feathers of uninhibitedness; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your ghoulishly penalizing death,
One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to paint every bit of whiteness in your eye with so many astounding colors of nature divine; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your hideously tormenting death,
One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to appease your stomach with so many vividly amazing fruits of nature on this boundless planet; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your treacherously devastating death,
One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to enchant your nostrils with so many scents of compassionate friendship; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your satanically asphyxiating death,
One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to stupefy each of your intricate veins with so many shades of unabashedly sparkling creativity; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your diabolically castrated death,
One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to embellish every freckle of your neck with so many petals of invincible togetherness; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your sinfully stony death,
One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to rejuvenate every impression on your fingers with so many undying passions of unconquerable artistry; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your miserably obliterated death,
One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to ignite each crevice on your toes with so many pathways of inimitably enriching adventure; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your hopelessly nonchalant death,
One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to delight the enamel of your teeth so many flavors of unparalleled symbiotic creation; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your bizarrely crucifying death,
One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to mollify every chord of your throat with so many mantras of everlasting peace; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your brutally non-existent death,
One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to bless your tongue with so many hymns of unassailable unity; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your preposterously hackneyed death,
One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to worship your breath with so many rays of the fearlessly optimistic Sun; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your irrevocably delirious death,
One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to impregnate your bosom with so many whispers of ardently fascinating excitement; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your inconsolably venomous death,
One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to patronize your shadow with so many rays of insuperably glorious truth; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your horrendously stifling death,
One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to arouse every conceivable cranny of your skin with so many whiskers of unprecedented ecstasy; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your tawdrily maiming death,
One day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to fortify each of your bones with so many apogees of universally unshakable brotherhood; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your agonizingly amorphous death,
And one day as destined I know both of us would inevitably die; but as long as I lived; I wanted to perpetuate each beat of your heart with so many lifetimes of immortal love; that you’d remember nothing else but your time on earth; even in the deepest sleep of your heartlessly evaporating death….
©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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427.
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Everlasting beats
Sinking countless kilometers beneath the rock bottom
of my boots; as I witnessed the insurmountably
gigantic dinosaur making a final countdown for my
bones,
Triumphantly bouncing towards a land higher than the
summit of paradise; as I achieved the most
unprecedented ambition of my life,
Freezing ruthlessly to worse than a cold stone; as I
heard the overwhelmingly gloomy news; about the
ghastly accident of my beloved,
Thunderously leaping out of my ardent chest; as I
encountered the most fantastically fabulous of my
dreams; serendipitously by my side,
Escalating like a tumultuously rebellious inferno;
when someone rubbed salt on my nascently raw wounds;
in the worst of my times,
Philandering through the tunnels of insatiably
tingling desire; as I romanced with the mate of my
dreams; as streaks of electric lightening blazed
ferociously in the cosmos,
Paralyzing to a frigidly dead bone; as I witnessed
gargantuan flocks of unruly mob; torch thousands of
innocent alive,
Melting like a philanthropically benevolent candle;
when the impeccable child caught my hand; calling me
father with profound newness lingering in the whites
of his eye,
Wavering in profuse uncertainty; as I had to choose
from amongst my sacrosanct mother and enchanting wife;
both of whom I loved incomprehensibly; and alike,
Shivering more painstakingly than boundless avalanches
of condensed ice; as I viewed my benign fellow mates;
being lambasted traumatically from all sides,
Slithering in ecstatic frenzy in umpteenth directions;
as I immaculately unveiled each ingenious artistry of
my bountiful brain,
Compassionately fortifying itself like an impregnable
fortress; when I unflinchingly marched towards the
path of irrefutable truth; with the palms of my fellow
comrades; invincibly entwined in mine,
Shrinking to fathomless times of its original size; as
I heard my name in God’s list of those about to die;
when I knew that this was the last time; of seeing my
cherished ones alive,
Glistening to a shade more flamboyant than the rising
Sun; as I made my parents proud of my conquests;
proved it to the entire world outside; that I was
equal to each droplet of my divinely mothers milk,
Dancing in remorseful solitude; as I knew I had
committed the most heinous act of my life; as I knew
that it was disparagingly hopeless; to reverse my
quota of inadvertently performed misdeeds,
Forcefully fulminating to be instantaneously released;
as I was imprisoned in the land of traitors; in the
corridors of those who sinfully condemned God and
priceless humanity,
Dying inconspicuously in its rudimentary roots; as I
saw the magnanimous entity who gave me birth; being
lowered down in her ghastly tomb,
And living an infinite lives in a single life; an
infinite instants of happiness in a single moment;
when it immortally bonded with the ultimate love of
its fervently adventurous existence,
Was my passionately throbbing heart; unequivocally
ensuring that I survived till my last breath as the
richest man alive; a richness not able to be
manipulated or purchased by any spurious wealth; a
richness of its sacredly everlasting beats….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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428.
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Every breath that I inhaled
Every breath that I inhaled; deluged even the most
drearily beleaguered nerve of mine; with fireballs of
tantalizing euphoria; and boundlessly surreal delight,
Every breath that I inhaled; compassionately tickled
each cranny of my devastatingly shattered conscience;
rejuvenating me to propel indefatigably ahead; in the
full and tangy fervor of vibrant life,
Every breath that I inhaled; camouflaged my profusely
monotonous senses; with resplendent winds of unending
romanticism; tumultuously engendering me to gloriously
fantasize; beyond the realms of fantastically fragrant
paradise,
Every breath that I inhaled; impregnated in me a
Herculean conviction to unflinchingly confront the
most acrimoniously mighty obstacles; replenishing my
body with all the bountifully ravishing ingredients of
mother Nature,
Every breath that I inhaled; instilled an insatiably
untamed ebullience in my poignantly crimson blood;
ecstatically making me philander in a paradise of
overwhelming desire and fervently mesmerizing
yearning,
Every breath that I inhaled; triggered in me a
sensuousness to uninhibitedly love one and all on this
fathomless planet; embrace voluptuously nubile maidens
forever; in the vice like grip of my piquantly
famished arms,
Every breath that I inhaled; drew me more closer to
the Almighty Lord; made me holistically imbibe and
realize my ultimate mission; in the grandiloquent
splendor of magnificently shimmering life,
Every breath that I inhaled; reinvigorated in me an
insurmountably relentless optimism to exuberantly lead
life; patriotically march on the paths of divinely
righteousness; for centuries immemorial,
Every breath that I inhaled; enchanted me into a trail
of fabulously magical newness; brilliantly placating
each iota of my pathetically shriveled demeanor; with
waves of heavenly contentment,
Every breath that I inhaled; inexorably perpetuated me
to blazingly excel in my destined tasks of existence;
as I clambered to the epitome of philanthropically
glittering success; to perennially serve all
benevolent mankind,
Every breath that I inhaled; timelessly mystified me
about the incomprehensible vastness of Omnipresent
Lord’s creation; as I ravishingly languished in
stupendous rhapsody; under the carpet of opalescently
milky stars,
Every breath that I inhaled; enlightened me with the
most glitteringly veritable purpose of survival; as an
overwhelming spurt of energy gushed dazzlingly through
my rubicund palms; drifting me on a path of
beautifully altruistic humanity,
Every breath that I inhaled; miraculously annihilated
even the most infinitesimal trace of depression
enveloping my dithering persona; imparting me with a
sparkling tenacity to blossom like a new born seed; in
vivaciously vivid life,
Every breath that I inhaled; exquisitely carved a
niche for me to dexterously perform in every entangled
sphere of life; blend with an unsurpassable sea of
symbiotic melody and celestially endowing happiness,
Every breath that I inhaled; eclectically bloomed each
part of my disastrously fading perception; as I
rejoiced like a silken prince in the eloquently
intriguing flavor of; royal life,
Every breath that I inhaled; divinely coalesced me
with my integral rudiments of the holistically
sprouting soil; sacredly bequeathing upon me the
everlasting blessings of my revered ancestors; for
countless more births of mine,
Every breath that I inhaled; intransigently thrusted
me more vociferously in my mission to save the planet;
mitigate my immaculately suffering comrades; from the
chains of salacious lechery; and barbarically
manipulative malice,
Every breath that I inhaled; bonded me perpetually
with the girl of my dreams; handsomely juxtaposing
each element of my indigent existence; with her
charismatically Omniscient heart,
Over and above all; Every breath that I inhaled;
bestowed upon me the unassailable magnetism to be
inevitably attracted by all marvelous goodness that
wandered magnanimously upon this fascinating planet;
bestowed upon me the spirit to live; and let alive….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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