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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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The Best Ride
WHEN I TOOK a ride in the aircraft flying at unprecedented heights; I initially felt besieged by waves of tumultuous exhilaration,
I was immensely enjoying my expedition; when suddenly the plane nose-dived towards the ground; and I found myself pulverized to splinters; along with the plush upholstery.
When I took a ride in the submarine transgressing through fathomless depths of seawater; there was an overwhelming feeling of conquering the aquatic world; that circumvented my persona,
However after a while I felt uneasy envisaging the exorbitant rates that I had paid for the journey; also a trifle harried at witnessing minuscule droplets of water leaking through its body
When I took a ride in the swanky car; dictating a volley of orders to the meticulously dressed chauffeur; I felt like an uncrowned king,
Although infinite strands of hair stood up in poignant alacrity; a river of sweat descended down my cheek; when he acrimoniously retorted back compressing the accelerator to full angularity; and the automobile sky rocketed into the menacing rocks.
When I took a ride on a donkey; the innocuous creature unflinchingly compromised to my bulky weight,
But my felicity wasnt to last for long; as after a while it violently tossed me high in the air; eventually toppling me on the ground to make me lick disdainful mud from my face.
When I took a ride in the city bus; I felt insurmountably secure while at the same time paying inconspicuous rates for the travel,
However after a few minutes the atmosphere became thoroughly claustrophobic; and there was an incessant pandemonium of unruly voices drifting in my ears.
When I took a ride sitting on the mammoth elephant; profoundly admiring the panoramic view that unleashed itself while trespassing through the dense forests; I felt stabbed by an ocean of wild rhapsody,
Although after a while when the beast got exhausted; it petulantly sprayed a fountain of water on my face; hoisting the same from the monsoon river.
When I took a ride on a primordial bicycle; in the beginning I felt spurts of robust enthusiasm rise high in my blood,
However after unrelentingly pedaling in the sun; my feet got immensely dreary and I collapsed in a bedraggled heap on the earth.
When I took a ride in the gigantic and revolving Ferris wheel; I perceived the entire world as a dancing fairy,
Although as time elapsed my head started to inevitably feel heavy; my eyes looked supremely bleary; and there were irascible sensations to puke out what I had just eaten for supper.
When I took a ride on the preposterously huge whale; clinging tightly to its magnificent back; I felt stupendous freshness of the ocean winds inundate my nostrils,
I also conceived of being in paradise; with the terrestrial planet being several miles from my sight; however my ecstasy was short lived as the fish got ravenous after a few moments and devoured me like a mosquito.
And I have now no inhibitions in divulging that the best ride; I ever had in my life was when I was a unscrupulous child tightly straddled to the back of my mother,
Relishing the perennial warmth of her effeminate scent; the stringent admonitions she gave me for not consuming my morning milk; and the magical caress of her hands through thin wisps of newly formed hair.
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Nikhil Parekh
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The Business of love
It was an everlasting business; in which there was not
the slightest of obnoxiously adulterated give and
take; in which every organism forever philandered on
tantalizingly heavenly cloud nine,
It was an enchanting business; in which there was not
the slightest of diabolically cold-blooded barbarism;
in which the fireball of unassailable truth
transcended even the most infinitesimal iota of frigid
insanity around,
It was a sensuous business; in which there was not the
slightest of disdainful rebuke; in which all that
existed was the virtue of altruistic benevolence; for
centuries unprecedented,
It was an indomitable business; in which there was not
the slightest gutter of slavering fear; in which
perennially floated the paradise of unfathomably
untainted desire,
It was an unflinching business; in which there was not
the slightest of commercial deliriousness; in which
the mantra of impeccable symbiotism was the sole
messiah to enlighten disastrously beleaguered lives,
It was a unceasing business; in which there was not
the slightest insinuation of maliciously devilish
loss; in which the fragrance of togetherness
compassionately bonded one and all; in the religion of
mankind holistically alike,
It was a voluptuous business; in which there was not
the slightest innuendo of brutally pulverizing
monotony; in which only the magnanimously tranquil
mists of prosperity descended upon every living being
and its kin,
It was an enamoring business; in which there was not
the slightest cranny of desperately embroiled
politics; in which the eternal gardens of innocuously
bountiful frolic sprouted on every conceivable portion
of lackadaisical soil,
It was a perpetual business; in which there was not
the slightest wail of the indiscriminately rampaging
devil; in which the birds of exuberantly unfettered
freedom uninhibitedly soared in pristinely golden sky,
It was an ardent business; in which there was not the
slightest of vindictive loophole; in which every
ingredient of contumacious retribution was replaced by
the sky of spell bindingly burgeoning peace,
It was a record-breaking business; in which there was
not the slightest of decrepit stinginess; in which the
dimensions of convivially insuperable mankind loomed
larger than every construable object on this planet,
It was an undefeatable business; in which there were
not the slightest of inexplicably terrorized tears; in
which timelessly fructified the aisles of redolent
beauty and endlessly serene desire,
It was an ecstatic business; in which there was not
the slightest of desolately dilapidated boredom or
meaninglessness; in which the stars of unbelievably
mesmerizing enthrallment twinkled for infinite more
births yet to unveil,
It was a magnetic business; in which there was not the
slightest of bizarrely besmirching dereliction; in
which inimitably towering precipices of; profoundly
artistic sensuousness and glorious success,
It was a resplendent business; in which there was not
the slightest of miserable animosity; in which every
breathing organism wonderfully blossomed amidst
castles of majestically tireless unity,
It was a triumphant business; in which there were not
the slightest pendulums of rancid ups and downs; in
which the only path that miraculously evolved in front
of everyones eyes; was the one which celestially led
to the Omnipotent Divine,
It was a philanthropic business; in which there was
the not the slightest trace of hedonistic savagery; in
which the voice that wafted from the innermost core of
the innocently thundering heart; epitomized a brand
new chapter of ebullient existence,
It was a royal business; in which there was not the
slightest of invidiously deteriorating lies; in which
the rays of brilliantly Omnipresent truth;
disseminated from the whites of every immaculately
wandering eye,
And how insatiably I wished every unraveling instant
of the effulgent day and exhilarating night that each
breath of mother earth was inexhaustibly embellished
by it; every other business and manipulatively
besieged entity on this boundless Universe adopted it;
be blessed forever by the pricelessly IMMORTAL
BUSINESS OF LOVE
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Nikhil Parekh
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759.
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The chapter of vibrant life
At times a river of sensuously everlasting happiness;
while at times an inexplicable thorn stabbing you with
pints of traumatized anguish,
At times a mesmerizing cloud of blossoming prosperity;
while at times an incorrigible impediment engendering
you to preposterously stagger towards the aisles of
hopelessness,
At times a fountain of unbelievable resplendence;
while at times testing you against the most
horrendously ominous storms; which unrelentingly
seemed to have not the slightest of respite,
At times a euphorically surging bird flapping in the
realms of ebullient jubilation; while at times
inevitably making you trip towards the dungeons of
frantically bizarre desperation,
At times a melodiously enchanting song placating even
the most murderously diabolical of your nerves; while
at times asphyxiating your visage; with precarious
testaments of painstaking perseverance,
At times an ultimate harbinger of celestial peace;
while at times marauding your brain with a boundless
mountain of; compulsively crippling thoughts and
prejudice,
At times a waterfall of voluptuously seductive glory
titillating you till times beyond eternity; while at
times an ominous maelstrom of intractable difficulty;
penalizing you from every ostensible side,
At times a thunderbolt of ingenious innovation; while
at times a disastrously insane wastrel; infiltrating
you with daggerheads of insipidly debilitating
nothingness,
At times a garden of stupendously enthralling
vivaciousness; while at times an unsparingly acrid
blade that menacingly greeted you; at every step that
you transgressed,
At times a gorgeously enthralling paradise of
bestowing scent; while at times an assiduously testing
examination of the severest of odds; making you wither
into a penurious shadow of disdainful remorse and
neglect,
At times an ecstatic whirlpool of rejuvenating
freshness entirely metamorphosing the complexion of
your abominably bedraggled life; while at times a
corpse of baseless tensions; depriving you of even the
most infinitesimal wink of sleep,
At times an irrefutably triumphant medallion of
blazing victory; while at times insidiously lambasting
you with swords of monotonously mundane commercialism
and abhorrent malice,
At times the most candidly blissful reflection of your
impeccable soul; while at times tumultuously besieging
your entire countenance; with heinously incarcerating
beads of impeding sweat,
At times the tantalizingly exotic carpet of the
gregariously twinkling night; while at times a
vociferously crumbling sea of disparaging despair;
viciously hurtling you from your most unequivocally
consolidated place in pragmatic existence,
At times a mountain of unconquerably Herculean
strength safeguarding you against the most
treacherously salacious evil; while at times an
inscrutable cistern of black magic; invidiously
transforming your every wish into a mirage of
meaninglessness,
At times an unassailable inferno of divine
righteousness transcending you above the most
immaculate angels in fathomless sky; while at times a
savagely tyrannical panther; instilling in you an
insatiably unending flame of lecherous greed,
At times the most priceless elixir to ebulliently
bounce in every instant of rhapsodic survival; while
at times vengefully slapping you with whirlwinds of
defeat; staring with uncouth barbarism in your
innocent eyes,
At times a resplendently robust fruit culminating into
rays of revitalizingly Omnipotent hope; while at times
more slippery than the surreptitiously perilous eel;
triggering you to plummet headon on a snake of
slithering nonchalance,
And at times an immortal bonding of existence
bountifully coalescing you with all those whom you
pricelessly loved; while at times more sardonically
bitter than venom could ever have tasted; such was the
vacillating chapter of vibrant life
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Nikhil Parekh
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760.
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The Child of the Lord
Child of the Omnipotently everlasting Sun; was the
gloriously ecstatic and flamboyantly pristine ray,
Child of the blissfully voluptuous cloud; was the
ecstatically mesmerizing and seductively fragrant
globule of water,
Child of the enchantingly exotic lotus; was the
ever-pervading meadow of celestially bountiful and
spell binding fragrance,
Child of the enigmatically proliferating forest; was
the panoramically motley entrenchment of; vividly
uninhibited nature and philandering animal,
Child of the ardently towering mountain; was the
indomitably united civilization of brilliantly
unfettered strength,
Child of the resplendently milky moon; was the
fantastically fathomless pond of euphorically
twinkling shine,
Child of the innovatively blessed mind; was the
untamed whirlpool of rapaciously surreal and joyously
unblemished dreams,
Child of the seductively clandestine night; was the
unparalleled cavern of impregnably unending and
fascinatingly miraculous sensuousness,
Child of the insuperably true artist; was the timeless
wind of magically bestowing and eternally fructifying
poetry,
Child of the unflinchingly altruistic soldier; was the
sword of unassailably scintillating and pricelessly
inimitable patriotism,
Child of the infallibly unrelenting optimism; was the
unshakably undaunted epitome of astoundingly redolent
and perpetually blossoming success,
Child of the vibrantly soaring butterfly; was the
jubilantly emollient and majestically radiant hill of
mystically ingenious frolic,
Child of the uncontrollably fluttering shadow; was the
abysmally tranquil cave; of enticingly glorious and
bounteously benign mysticism,
Child of the immutably egalitarian mirror; was the
arrow of perennially spawning and limitlessly
invincible righteousness,
Child of the royally embossed lexicon; was the
astonishingly eclectic treasurehouse of convivially
perspicacious and pragmatically opulent words,
Child of the ingratiatingly princely breath; was the
chapter of unconquerably sparkling and iridescently
tireless life,
Child of selflessly bonding symbiotism; was the
philanthropically undefeatable religion of pricelessly
benign and rhapsodically heavenly humanity,
Child of the insatiably thundering heart; was the
victorious paradise of fathomlessly abounding and
immortally divine love,
And Child of the Omnipresently Almighty Lord; was the
inscrutably stupefying shell of this entire Universe;
on which organism of every size; shape and color for
him was wonderfully alike; on which he holistically
coalesced one and all in the mantra of mankind; on
which he showered love; love and only endless love; on
which he fearlessly paraded as the Ultimate master for
times till even beyond infinite infinity; and till the
moment he liked
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Nikhil Parekh
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