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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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517.
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End & Start
From exactly the point where the thought process of
the miserably decrepit night ended; started the
optimistic imagination of brilliantly Omnipotent and
blessedly purifying; daylight,
From exactly the point where the thought process of
obnoxiously dogmatic lies ended; started the
Omnipresent imagination of handsomely ebullient and
insuperably righteous; truth,
From exactly the point where the thought process of
obsolete desolation ended; started the vivacious
imagination of uninhibitedly free and effulgently
majestic; happiness,
From exactly the point where the thought process of
vindictively disparaging drought ended; started the
Omnipotent imagination of unceasingly rejuvenating and
quintessentially euphoric; rain,
From exactly the point where the thought process of
the salaciously marauding parasite ended; started the
ubiquitous imagination of sacredly rhapsodic and
pricelessly bonding; humanity,
From exactly the point where the thought process of
barbarously incarcerating slavery ended; started the
patriotic imagination of limitlessly wonderful and
gloriously eternal; freedom,
From exactly the point where the thought process of
dastardly worthless abuse ended; started the prolific
imagination of astoundingly spell binding and
beautifully burgeoning; procreation,
From exactly the point where the thought process of
meaninglessly rotting chicanery ended; started the
fragrant imagination of everlastingly embracing and
celestially insuperable; honesty,
From exactly the point where the thought process of
haplessly tortured loneliness ended; started the
pristine imagination of compassionately embracing and
unflinchingly united; togetherness,
From exactly the point where the thought process of
demonically murderous nightmare ended; started the
royal imagination of exhilaratingly stupefying and
charismatically redolent; fantasy,
From exactly the point where the thought process of
hedonistically uxorious ugliness ended; started the
garnished imagination of amazingly nubile and
resplendently exotic; beauty,
From exactly the point where the thought process of
maliciously vagrant illiteracy ended; started the
discerning imagination of sagaciously enlightening and
altruistically magical; benevolence,
From exactly the point where the thought process of
devastatingly terrorizing politics ended; started the
iridescent imagination of eclectically vivid and
panoramically mitigating; artistry,
From exactly the point where the thought process of
sinfully insidious betrayal ended; started the
triumphant imagination of perennially melanging and
unbreakably peerless; friendship,
From exactly the point where the thought process of
nonchalantly sadistic oblivion ended; started the
blissful imagination of jubilantly enamoring and
tantalizingly coalescing; melody,
From exactly the point where the thought process of
sardonically lambasting devilishness ended; started
the fecund imagination of unsurpassably Samaritan and
enchantingly ameliorating; goodness,
From exactly the point where the thought process of
diabolically prejudiced perfidiousness ended; started
the perpetual imagination of immortally unstoppable
and aristocratically earnest; love,
From exactly the point where the thought process of
ghoulishly fretful death ended; started the benign
imagination of unassailably victorious and
Omnipresently evolving; life,
And from exactly the point where the thought process
of every worthlessly conceivable and inconceivable;
every fecklessly living and non-living; every
molecular human and insect; on this earth had ended;
started the Omniscient imagination of the unendingly
spawning and boundlessly unconquerable; Almighty Lord…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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518.
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Entirely on their own
Reason to fear was with those who had resplendently sparkling sight; as
even
the tiniest thought of a blur obfuscating their eyes; made them
uncontrollably tremble towards the aisles of nothingness,
While the ones blind since the very first cry of birth; surged
intrepidly
forward with nothing to lose; as the only Sun for them was an island of
wholesomely penalizing blackness…..
Reason to fear was with those who had fathomless treasuries of gold and
compassionate belonging; as even the tiniest thought of misery coming
their
way; made them frantically chew the last chunk of their skins,
While the ones brutally orphaned and penniless since the very first cry
of
birth; merrily gallivanted forward with nothing to lose; as the most
majestic cheer for them; was their soul of despicably wavering
loneliness….
Reason to fear was with those who had perennially floated in opulent
wines
and tantalizing food; as even the tiniest thought of prosperity
deserting
them; made them sweat like a orward with nothing to lose; as their most
charismatically sensuous expression was a despondent dungeon of
remorsefully
lambasting silence…..
Reason to fear was with those who had enchantingly vibrant ears; as
even the
tiniest thought of voices abandoning them; made them insanely wander
through
clouds of frazzled emptiness,
While the ones perpetually deaf since the very first cry of birth;
harmoniously surged forward with nothing to lose; as their most
poignantly
volatile inspiration to exist was a graveyard of pin dropp solitude….
Reason to fear was with those who were unconquerable kings; as even the
tiniest thought of the diamonds popping out from their pompous crowns;
made
them inexplicably beat their fists towards the corridors of diabolical
hell,
While the ones opprobriously squelched like rotten tomatoes since the
very
first cry of their birth; exuberantly surged forward with nothing to
lose;
as their most pristine moments in life were nothing but a gutter of
unsurpassable filth….
Reason to fear was with those who incessantly tantalized themselves
with the
feathers of enchanting desire; as even the tiniest thought of all
nubile
fantasy abnegating them; made them maniacally bleed in threadbare dust,
While the ones bizarrely lynched since the very first cry of birth;
blisteringly flew forward with nothing to lose; as their most
gloriously
fecund prowess was to procreate none like their own….
And reason to fear was with those who passionately palpitated into
fireballs
of togetherness every instant; as even the tiniest thought of their
beloved
betraying them; made them desperately rip apart their veins into an
infinite
ungainly bits,
While the ones disparagingly bereft of love since the very first cry of
birth; phlegmatically ticktocked forward with nothing to lose; as the
most
marvelously cherished aspect of their survival; was to be left entirely
on
their own….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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519.
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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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520.
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Even if I had to die every moment
Even if I had to cry tears of savage blood; with
hysterical agony pouring turbulently from my cheeks,
Even if I had to chew biscuits of obdurate steel;
ripping my teeth apart into infinite pieces,
Even if I had to trespass on a blanket of acrimonious
thorns; with the uncouth needles piercing brutally
through my supple feet,
Even if I had to speak indefatigably without the
slightest of rest; harbor an armory of satanic
blisters on my rubicund tongue,
Even if I had to hear the most abashing of abuse; had
to tolerate the most tumultuously screeching sound,
Even if I had to perceive the most horrendously
ghastliest of dreams; wail inexorably all throughout
the night in the agony of my ghoulish conceptions,
Even if I had to pound my fists against the Herculean
mountain; disintegrating my tender bones into
fathomless small bits,
Even if I had to count all the stars in the cosmos
every night; with the slightest error of mine leading
to ruthless crucification of my blissful entity,
Even if I had to run for millions of kilometers on the
trot; with the pugnacious rays of Sun and the
frigidness in my bones stopping me relentlessly at
every step,
Even if I had to remain starved for decades
unprecedented; with the pangs of insatiable hunger in
my stomach augmenting like a volcano every unleashing
second,
Even if I had to sleep every night in the Lion's den;
with a pack of hostile wolves encircling me the
instant I closed my eyes,
Even if I had to clamber up the snow clad cliffs
barefoot; with the last bone in my body rattling
uncontrollably towards certain death,
Even if I had to write till unsurpassable eternity;
with the last ounce of enthusiasm and tenacity
wholesomely evacuating from my bones,
Even if I had to stare inexorably in flaming wisps of
inclement fire; with the moisture in my intricate eye
disastrously evaporating into remote oblivion,
Even if I had to be whipped tirelessly by swords
coated with lethal scorpion; with each pore of my skin
whimpering in meek submission,
Even if I had to drink snake venom every dawn instead
of impeccable milk; diabolically torture the mass of
delicate intestines and food trapped in my stomach,
Even if I had to traverse naked on the boisterous
streets; becoming the object of unimaginable ridicule
in every section of the pretentious society,
And even if I had to die a gory death every moment;
and still lead life in accordance with the laws of
existence,
I wouldn’t mind it all O! Lord; as long as I achieved
the goal I was striving for; and my insurmountable
urge to become the invincible King of poetry; was
wholesomely satisfied…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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