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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Except the divine
It was perhaps my despairing misfortune; that I
couldn’t embellish even the most infinitesimal iota
of your body with a fountain of unfathomably
extravagant silk,
It was perhaps my criminal misfortune; that I couldn’t
assimilate all titillating delicacies of this
fathomless planet; into your outstretched palette,
It was perhaps my penalizing misfortune; that I
couldn’t tirelessly inundate even the most diminutive
space round your majestic countenance; with the
unsurpassable treasury of wealth on this gigantic
planet,
It was perhaps my debilitating misfortune; that I
couldn’t deluge every step that you royally
transgressed; with an insurmountable festoon of
gloriously scintillating cars,
It was perhaps my lambasting misfortune; that I
couldn’t fly you on my shoulders to kiss the profound
Moon; snatch every star from the sky to perpetually
become the grace of your sacred lap,
It was perhaps my treacherous misfortune; that I
couldn’t adorn your fantastically nubile skin; with
all incomprehensible glitter and diamonds; bountifully
studded on the periphery of this mesmerizing Universe,
It was perhaps my salacious misfortune; that I
couldn’t gift you the most opulently golden mirror
every morning; for you to sensuously appreciate every
iota of your ravishing countenance; till times beyond
infinite infinity,
It was perhaps my ominous misfortune; that I couldn’t
embed each step that you aristocratically
transgressed; with a boundless entrenchment of spell
binding gold,
It was perhaps my invidious misfortune; that I
couldn’t engulf your heavenly sleeping body; with
unending blankets of ingratiatingly resplendent
pearls,
It was perhaps my slithering misfortune; that I
couldn’t caress even the most fleeting speck of your
visage; with feathers of everlasting paradise; every
unfurling minute of the sweltering day and even after
the heart of enchantingly fabulous midnight,
It was perhaps my preposterous misfortune; that I
couldn’t incarcerate every bit of melody on this
limitless earth; to unrelentingly shower upon your
vivacious grace; for times immemorial,
It was perhaps my pugnacious misfortune; that I
couldn’t buy you the most extraordinarily expensive
nailpolish on this unprecedented globe; paint the
immaculate budding crusts of your toes with regally
beautiful color,
It was perhaps my prejudiced misfortune; that I
couldn’t irrevocably light the lanterns of your
celestial eyes; with flames of unassailable and
never-ending prosperity,
It was perhaps my tyrannical misfortune; that I
couldn’t mold the most Orientally exquisite figurines
for you on this indefatigable planet; at the tiniest
flutter of your marvelously rubicund lips,
It was perhaps my ruthless misfortune; that I couldn’t
erect a palace of fascinatingly charismatic silver on
every path that you philandered; on even the most
obsolete chunk of land that you cast your poignant
sight,
It was perhaps my indiscriminate misfortune; that I
couldn’t metamorphose every inadvertently malevolent
element of your innocent conscience; into the sky of
unconquerably truthful righteousness,
It was perhaps my indescribable misfortune; that I
couldn’t commemorate every breath that you exhaled; as
the ultimate throne on this eclectically vibrant
Universe,
But believe me even if there was somebody who could
grant you all of the above at the most mercurial wink
of your eye; he still couldn’t infiltrate a fraction
into your Omnipotent life; or posses you as much as I,
For although I might be disastrously penurious; the
immortal beats of my heart loved you more than any
organism on this earth could ever conceive; my love
for you was that undefeated spirit that none could
conquer; except the divine…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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434.
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Existence
The eyes exploded into a flurry of tears; sometimes of
celestial bliss; sometimes reeling under the onslaught
of hysterical agony,
The nose exploded into a stream of gruesomely sticky
mucus; succeeded by violent draughts of passionate
air,
The legs exploded into an inevitable fast run; as the
striped panther furtively following them came at
whisker lengths of snapping distance,
The fingers exploded into a mountain of voracious
writing; transforming the sheer magic embedded in them
into exquisite calligraphy,
The stars in the cosmos exploded into a fountain of
resplendent light; illuminating the ghastly darkness
prevailing in all quarters with ravishing light,
The gutter exploded into a whirlpool of gruesomely
stinking sewage; diffusing an obnoxiously horrendous
stench for boundless kilometers in vicinity,
The Sun exploded into a vicious fireball of flames;
charring every evil to minuscule ash in the wrath of
its sweltering heat,
The volcano exploded into fulminating lava; diffusing
tumultuous heat and agony as it gushed out of the
earth's belly like an electric paced rocket,
The tongue exploded into a volley of supremely
melodious sounds; engulfing the dolorously morose
ambience around with enthralling music,
The mouth exploded into a thunderously loud yawn;
languidly expressing its immortal desire to exotically
dream and sleep,
The rose exploded into an ocean of scent every dawn;
permeating every entity that trespassed in
surrounding; with the essence of its mystically
alluring aroma,
The fire cracker exploded into a festoon of
brilliantly pugnacious sparks; puncturing the
voluptuous carpet of night with unparalleled
boisterous fervor,
The photograph exploded into a cavalcade of hidden
emotions; putting up a blatantly stoical look in front
of its master; sulking within as it was thoroughly
incapable of taking birth again,
The ripe and rotten tomato exploded into a shower of
fetidly red curry; fomenting all those around to
relinquish the last bit of taste they had in their
mouths,
The assembly of exorbitantly costly diamonds exploded
into a corridor of intransigent shine; made people
ogle at their impeccably splendid demeanor for
centuries unprecedented,
The indefatigably tired arms exploded into a pool of
seductive sweat; trickling down slowly to blend with
scorched mud,
The fathomless deep gorge encompassing the entire
spell binding mountain range; exploded into an
ensemble of eerie echoes; granting Godly status to an
inconspicuously tiny sound,
The turbulently rising waves of the colossal ocean
exploded into a blanket of tantalizing froth; flooding
the life of impoverished entities with tangy spice and
the ardor to survive,
The heart imprisoned in the chest exploded into a
series of passionate palpitations; profoundly blending
with the ultimate love its life,
And every life born on this planet; exploded into
newness and energy; exploded into fascinating
enchantment and enigma; exploded into the unending
battle called and worshipped as existence….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Existing as one
We might be two different breaths; but will continue
to exist as one; rhapsodically relishing each moment
of profoundly mystical life,
We might be two different mouths; but will continue to
exist as one; singing till the last chord down our
throat got exhausted; basking in the glory of the
divinely atmosphere,
We might be two different feet; but will continue to
exist as one; transgressing unflinchingly over every
barricade of acrimonious existence; surging
unabashedly ahead on our path towards righteousness,
We might be two different brains; but will continue to
exist as one; evolving the most ingenious ideas on
this planet; indefatigably striving to metamorphose
God’s beautiful creation once again into a paradise,
We might be two different hands; but will continue to
exist as one; facing the mightiest of onslaught with
invincible determination; pulverizing the nefarious
devil to inconspicuous bits of insipid ash,
We might be two different destinies; but will continue
to exist as one; overtoppling all the barbaric odds
and spirits that inevitably came our way; with the
astounding conviction in our blood,
We might be two different lips; but will continue to
exist as one; smiling high and handsome towards the
flaming Sun; even though the nights had wholesomely
strangulated our blissful days,
We might be two different eyes; but will continue to
exist as one; incarcerating the fathomless beauty of
this wonderful planet in our lids; crying tears of
blood to enlighten the lives of our compatriots in
inexplicable pain,
We might be two different ears; but will continue to
exist as one; profusely enjoying the captivating
melody in the air; unrelentingly on the lookout for
our sacrosanct siblings on this globe,
We might be two different tongues; but will continue
to exist as one; eloquently speaking and emanating
God’s wonderful voice; conversing in the dialect of
ubiquitous humanity,
We might be two different skins; but will continue to
exist as one; merrily frolicking in an enchanting
paradise of our own; far away from the obnoxious
vagaries of black and white,
We might be two different shadows; but will continue
to exist as one; not relinquishing our entities even a
diminutive trifle in the blistering day; as well as
the satanically devil ridden night,
We might be two different signatures; but will
continue to exist as one; evolving a script which is
the most unshakeable of them all; a jargon which none
in this vast world could ever conceive to emulate,
We might be two different bloods; but will continue to
exist as one; decimating every disease from its very
non-existent roots; perennially bouncing towards the
sky with a tumultuous euphoria to grasp for life,
We might be two different desires; but will continue
to exist as one; insurmountably superceding every
beautiful dream that lingered in the air; mating in
the perpetual flame of belonging,
We might be two different heights; but will continue
to exist as one; caressing the incredulously
shimmering stars as we philandered; nestling
contentedly in the belly of the milky moon in the lap
of silken sleep,
We might two different enigmas; but will continue to
exist as one; enthralling monotonously struggling
identities in this Universe; with the ravishing tinkle
in our stride,
We might be two different souls; but will continue to
exist as one; coalescing as an inseparable spirit to
withstand each acrid chapter of indispensable
survival,
And we might be two different hearts; but will
continue to exist as one; even after our mortal
deaths; for infinite more births to come…..
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Fake Godfather
For him I wasn't a passionate poet penning down
thousands of lines of mystical poetry,
What he considered me was just an employee;
relentlessly running in and out; through the doors of
his bombastic office.
For him I wasn't the innocuous child wandering at will
through the jungles,
What he considered me was just an embellished servant;
attending to each of his clients with a big and
ostentatiously false smile.
For him I wasn’t the angel sipping milk delectably
from mother cow,
What he considered me was just a hi-tech attendant;
scrupulously sorting and arranging his plethora of
computer files.
For him I wasn’t the fantasy eye casting my shadow on
every pretty damsel that I encountered on the streets,
What he considered me was a financial institution who
could extract money from the uncouth world; dispense
it judiciously to pacify even the tiniest of his
demands.
For him I wasn’t the angel who slept cozily for
indefatigable number of hours on the silken couch,
What he considered me was just an electric paced
machine barging through the door of his office at the
crack of dawn; and before anyone else entered his
empire.
For him I wasn’t the philanderer gallivanting with
brazen relish through the winding hills,
What he considered me was just a physically fit and
robust individual who could clamber and descend the
stairs leading to his cabin umpteenth number of times.
For him I wasn’t the carefree and reckless student
bunking classroom with nonchalant ease to meet my
beloved,
What he considered me was just a special insect; who
buzzed incessantly around his visage; pretentiously
praising him about things he had never committed.
For him I wasn’t the impetuous youngster who spent
every night drowned in gallons of intoxicating whisky
dancing to the beats of vivacious music,
What he considered me was a professional with dynamic
speech; the only man who could entertain his guests
for weeks together on the glittering telephone.
For him I wasn’t just the tiny kid playing
boisterously with several other of my kind,
What he considered me was an audacious and gallant
chested soldier; standing tall and domineering to
protect his assets; opening the door of his car; every
time he felt an urge to drive fast towards the valley
of enchantment.
For him I wasn’t the emperor of my dreams; sitting on
the profusely jeweled throne,
What he considered me was just somebody who could spot
and shrug off all the disdainful hair sticking to his
shirt; evolve ingenious ideas to fetch him his
emoluments for years to unveil.
For him I wasn’t the maverick munching toffee and
simultaneously writing love letters,
What he considered me was a perfect 'Butter Man';
adroitly convincing and polishing the shoes of his
vast repertoire of alien customers.
For him I wasn’t the mischievous teenager bursting
into pools of uninhibited laughter every other second,
What he considered me was just a vibrant entity who
wrote his International speech; cajoled his vain
senses when he found himself encompassed by a state of
inexplicable nervousness.
For him I wasn’t the pampered boy feasting my eyes on
a fathomless ensemble of ravishing fruits and curd,
What he considered me was just an executive who could
prolifically travel all around the country; while he
slept blissfully with the girl of his dreams; with
nothing else except his snores to disturb him.
For him I wasn’t a prince swimming in an ocean of
pearls; tossing an armory of jewels like matchsticks
in the air,
What he considered me was just an infinitesimal little
banana; whose skin he could ruthlessly peel whenever
he wanted; before savoring the entire fruit.
For him I wasn’t the baby cuddling tightly to my
mother's invincible lap; drifting off to blissful
sleep as she sung mystical rhymes into my ear,
What he considered me was just a mature broker;
intricately manipulating and shielding each of his
shady and illegal deals.
For him I wasn’t the adventurous crusader; profoundly
admiring a blanket of voluptuous stars from the summit
of the hill,
What he considered me was just an expert salesman;
propagating the essence of his hollow ideals far and
wide; standing dead straight as if struck by a hostile
arrow; nodding my head boundless number of times to
the faintest of whispers he uttered.
For him I wasn’t God's vehement disciple; inexorably
ringing the bells of the temple; wholesomely lost in
the omnipotent aura of the creator,
What he considered me was just an obnoxious table of
reception; uttering 'hi', 'hallo', 'sorry', 'thank
you', all throughout the waking day and for some part
of the moistened night.
For him I wasn’t my beloved's lover; enveloped
intensely in the supremely volatile arms of her
romance,
What he considered me was just a dirty solicitor; ever
ready to fight every legal case of his; win every
battle triumphantly in front of the judge.
For him I wasn’t human at all; with feelings, desires;
fantasies; emotions; passions..etc..,
What he considered me was just his chained employee;
licking his feet in meek submission; executing all his
Business deals to astronomical perfection.
As these were the things inevitable to be done; to get
that pay cheque of mine at the end of every month; and
of course till that time he
could take the privilege of dominating me,
But mind you irrespective of my compulsion to exist;
he would
only for the time being remain my fake godfather; but
could never replace and was nowhere near even the
minutest shadows of my adorable and
omniscient Creator…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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