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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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717.
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Mob
They didn’t see what religion I belonged to; the
clothes I had adorned freshly for leading the new day,
They didn’t see the family which harbored me; the
fleet of young brothers and sisters that frantically
waited for me to return back home,
They didn’t see whether I was driving the most
swankiest of automobile; or whether I was barefoot and
clad in threadbare rags,
They didn’t see the flurry of passionate emotions
welling up in my eyes; the appetizing meals of rice; I
had just consumed for breakfast to appease my famished
gluttony,
They didn’t see marathon hours of turmoil I underwent
every day; the painstaking agony with which I had
amassed parsimoniously meager savings for vital
survival,
They didn’t see the insatiable desire lingering in my
mind to explore this fathomless Universe; enjoy the
bountiful fruits of nature to the most unprecedented
limits,
They didn’t see the locality which I was proudly
inhabiting; the unfathomable volumes of poetry I had
embossed with my very own scarlet blood till date,
They didn’t see the loyalty with which I had served my
nation; the Herculean struggle I had undertaken to
alleviate my fellow compatriots in inexplicable
distress,
They didn’t see the unrelenting ardor in my sweat; the
overwhelming tenacity in my voice to chant the name of
my revered mother,
They didn’t see the incomprehensible list of tasks
that I had yet to finish; the countless number of
duties I planned to diligently execute in the
remainder of my life,
They didn’t see the passion fulminating in my heart to
contribute my best to the society; endeavor my
absolute fullest to try and metamorphose this
treacherous planet into a veritable paradise,
They didn’t see the stream of uninhibited love
cascading turbulently through my conscience; the
prolific intensity with which I embraced whosoever who
approached me with a tear in his eye,
They didn’t see the inexorably caring looks on my
parents faces; the way they pampered me like a prince;
even though I was well past mid life,
They didn’t see the ecstatic tunes I hummed each dawn;
rhapsodically chased the boisterous cuckoos through
the myriad of innocuous green meadows down the hills,
They didn’t see the unsurpassable amount of feeling I
possessed for my loving wife; the times when I longed
to be perpetually by her mesmerizing side,
They didn’t see the colossal album of photographs I
flipped through each day; nostalgically transiting
back into impeccable childhood as the pages unveiled,
They didn’t see the color of my skin; whether I was
traditionally rustic brown; or had profound traces of
alien white,
They didn’t see the benevolent prayers I chanted;
before retiring for bed every gorgeously enchanting
night,
They didn’t see the immaculate crusts of beard on my
face; the emphatic lines of destiny on my palms
jubilantly wailing to surge forward in life,
They didn’t see the initials adhering to my
countenance; the name my divinely parents had
christened me with; when I had just emitted my first
cry,
They didn’t even see the astronomical number of years
for me to become this big; the agony borne by infinite
elements of the society to make me blossom in
existence,
And even if they did see; they pretended to be deaf;
dumb and wholesomely blind; indiscriminately torching
thousands alive with their families; burning boundless
innocent entities in a concoction of petrol and
ghastly acid; rampantly charring the entire township
of blissful angels into a pugnacious ball of black
flames;
O! ALMIGHTY GOD SAVE EVERYBODY FROM THE MOB…..
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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718.
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Mood
When I was in a good mood; the elevator seemed to be
made of pure gold; transporting me towards the cotton
wool of clouds in the sky,
While when I was in a bad mood; the same lift seemed
to resemble a hideous snake; trying to strangulate me
to death with its snaring jaws.
When I was in a good mood; the verdant patches of soil
looked mesmerizing; with vivacious stalks of grass
appearing splendid to sight in the backdropp of the
valley,
While when I was in bad mood; the same fields of grass
looked like sinking sand; ready to suckle me and blend
me with century old dungeons beneath land.
When I was in a good mood; the upper story’s of the
building; looked like biscuits of pure silver;
shimmering profoundly under the sun,
While when I was in a bad mood; the same floors
appeared to be boxes of broken matchsticks; badly
distorted and just on the verge of collapsing down.
When I was in a good mood; the Sun seemed to be a
blazing ball of fire; flamboyantly permeating every
rotting cranny of insipid earth,
While when I was in a bad mood; the same appeared as
an acrid island of acid; charring every soul
trespassing on mud; to inconspicuous ash.
When I was in a good mood; the waves of the ocean
seemed majestic; rising and falling delectably with
each current of enchanting wind;
While when I was in a bad mood; the assemblage of
waters appeared to be ghastly blood; engulfing each
puff of my breath with brutal perceptions of hell.
When I was in a good mood; the watch on my wrist;
looked like a marvel of technology; apprising me
accurately of the changing seasons and night,
While when I was in a bad mood; the contraption seemed
wholesomely apalling; depicting to me the seconds left
until my death.
When I was in a good mood; people hovering around me;
looked like immaculate angels; bestowing upon me their
mystical touch,
While when I was in a bad mood; the same humans seemed
to be ghosts just arisen from their coffins; staring
at me with animosity; as if to gobble me up with their
eyes.
When I was in a good mood; the fishes swimming in the
glass aquarium; looked like fairies having descended
from the sky,
While when I was in a bad mood; the same seemed like
mammoth sized sharks; hurtling at lightening speeds
for the veins of my throat.
When I was in a good mood; the picture I viewed on
television; seemed to be a stupendous piece of art;
enamoring me to the last bone in my spine,
While when I was in a bad mood; the same appeared to
be a boring documentary; like a million needles
piercing me from all sides.
And when I was in a good mood; life seemed beautiful &
fascinating; wonderful and animated; bubbling with
tremendous euphoria and excitement; as each dawn
unveiled into darkness,
While when I was in a bad mood; it struck me viciously
like infinite deaths together; embedding and replacing
every ounce of enthusiasm in my mind; with the seeds
of treacherous negativity...
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Morbid structure of creation
I altruistically stared at the wall,
Pale and white with a few blemishes,
A solid fortress of cement concrete,
Embellished with multiple coats of rich paint,
A silent barrier impregnated with juxtaposed bricks,
Fiery red; burnt brown and black,
The acting alloys of the nonchalant structure,
Firmly sealed to its fecund foundations,
Embedded deep in intricate recesses of mud,
Which cries out loud with every inch of vertical invasion,
Radiating rampantly with discordant ease; with every unfurling minute,
Breaking the harmony of the coagulated network; of trillions of soil molecules,
Rendering them hopeless and haphazardly scattered,
As the morbid structure of creation,
Painstakingly penetrates into deep oceans of dark mud.
© nikhilparekh
Nikhil Parekh
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720.
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More Immortally godly than ever before
POEM
' MORE IMMORTALLY GODLY THAN EVER BEFORE….'
That very same blood which seemed so pricelessly scarlet in your veins; looked disdainfully pugnacious and unfathomably repelling; when removed from your body and sighted on lackadaisically indolent ground instead,
That very same sweat which seemed so Omnipotently golden in your armpits; looked parsimoniously orphaned and lugubriously opprobrious; when removed from your body sighted on parasitically threadbare ground instead,
That very same saliva which seemed so sensuously enticing on your tongue; looked penuriously decrepit and acrimoniously forlorn; when removed from your body and sighted on baselessly wanton ground instead,
Those very same teeth which seemed so charismatically twinkling in your mouth; looked disastrously broken and uncontrollably shivering; when removed from your body sighted on ethereally nonchalant ground instead,
Those very same hair which seemed so astoundingly ravishing on your scalp; looked fretfully wanton and inanely diminishing; when removed from your body and sighted on worthlessly barren ground instead,
That very same wax which seemed so uninhibitedly artistic in your ears; looked disgustingly deplorable and fetidly acrid; when removed from your body and sighted on dolorously blackened ground instead,
That very same moisture which seemed so royally Omniscient in your eyes; looked pathetically variegated and ominously jinxed; when removed from your body and sighted on remorsefully wasting ground instead,
Those very same bones which seemed so indomitably Herculean in your arms; looked frigidly hapless and intractably deteriorating; when removed from your body and sighted on despairingly delinquent ground instead,
That very same mucus which seemed so superbly befitting in your nostrils; looked desolately cursed and deliriously ignominious; when removed from your body and sighted on insatiably cringing ground instead,
That very same brain which seemed so ingeniously unparalleled in your skull; looked treacherously diabolical and perilously stagnating; when removed from your body and sighted on stupidly obdurate ground instead,
Those very same eyelashes which seemed so Omnipresently mischievous on your eyelids; looked diminutively hopeless and brutally pulverized; when removed from your body and sighted on fugitively identitiless ground instead,
Those very same nails which seemed so unbelievably artistic on your fingers; looked demonically astray and despicably trembling; when removed from your body and sighted on monotonously stony ground instead,
That very same birthmark which seemed so invincibly prestigious on your skin; looked atrociously sinister and hedonistically isolated; when removed from your body and sighted on tempestuously quavering ground instead,
That very same smile which seemed so Omnipresently magnificent on your lips; looked inconsolably shriveled and disastrously fading; when removed from your body and sighted on emotionlessly crumpled ground instead,
That very same food which seemed so marvelously replenishing in your stomach; looked satanically vomiting and unforgivably stinking; when removed from your body and sighted on worthlessly balderdash ground instead,
Those very same destiny lines which seemed so unassailably resolute on your palms; looked unbearably disgruntled and vapidly excoriated; when removed from your body and sighted on horrifically bland ground instead,
That very same conscience which seemed so righteously Omnipotent in your soul; looked sadistically tyrannized and inevitably adulterated; when removed from your body and sighted on mundanely reverberating ground instead,
That very same breath which seemed so unconquerably life-yielding in your lungs; looked amorphously non-existent and invisibly wailing; when removed from your body and sighted on truculently lambasted ground instead,
Paradoxically to the above; those very beats which seemed so bountifully passionate in your heart; looked more Immortally godly; looked more unflinchingly powerful and perpetually uniting than ever before; when removed from your body; and sighted not only on colorless ground; but even the most evanescently mercurial cranny of this Universe instead….
©®COPYRIGHT-2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Nikhil Parekh
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