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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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The Oblivious desert
THE BROWN CRUSTY surface of the desert soil,
Can always be ploughed by hard turmoil.
There is an outburst of an hurricane,
That invades the privacy of the old dame.
The sky is clouded with thick dark clouds,
Pelting drops of thunder rain cover the ground.
The farmer works, the bull cries loud,
For all they want is a rain yielding cloud.
The desert's shrub though green in color,
Will attract scores of rain yet to come,
For mere fulfillment of the empty drum.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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The Omnisciently unparalleled lord
There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this fathomlessly exultating earth; which was even an infinitesimal iota more fearlessly stronger; than your very own impregnable self,
There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this resplendently tireless earth; which was even an obfuscated iota more charismatically handsome; than your very own nimble self,
There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this romantically unfettered earth; which was even a parsimonious iota more robustly burgeoning; than your very own nubile self,
There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this beautifully jubilant earth; which was even an oblivious iota more triumphantly blazing; than your very own flamboyant self,
There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this spell-bindingly untainted earth; which was even a disappearing iota more inimitably eclectic; than your very own astounding self,
There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this interminably victorious earth; which was even a transient iota more mellifluously mollifying; than your very own truthful self,
There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this vivaciously blessed earth; which was even an ephemeral iota more unflinchingly intrepid; than your very own enigmatic self,
There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this poignantly fascinating earth; which was even a fugitive iota more irrefutably sacrosanct; than your very own venerated self,
There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this compassionately mesmerizing earth; which was even a minuscule iota more innovatively brilliant; than your very own extemporizing self,
There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this unendingly virile earth; which was even an evanescent iota more tenaciously tangy; than your very own determined self,
There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this unceasingly emollient earth; which was even an infidel iota more pungently artistic; than your very own vivid self,
There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this unsurpassably redolent earth; which was even an ethereal iota more unshakably affluent; than your very own opulent self,
There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this everlastingly proliferating earth; which was even an obliterated iota more insuperably magnetic; than your very own alluring self,
There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this unabashedly blessed earth; which was even a miserly iota more celestially satisfied; than your very own blessed self,
There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this unbelievably pristine earth; which was even a non-existent iota more harmoniously hungry; than your very own symbiotic self,
There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this stupendously ameliorating earth; which was even a feckless iota more philanthropically benevolent; than your very own synergistic self,
There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this vibrantly proliferating earth; which was even a diminutive iota more amazingly virile; than your very own endowed self,
There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this peerlessly limitless earth; which was even a measly iota more tranquilly mollified; than your very own placid self,
There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this ubiquitously egalitarian earth; which was even an abstemious iota more sensuously fiery; than your very own ignited self,
There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this eternally captivating earth; which was even a deteriorating iota more immortally uniting; than your very own loving self,
For you; me and all of us living beings were; are and shall forever continue to be; pricelessly and incomparably equal on the trajectory of this boundlessly divine planet; whilst if there was anybody who could ever blow countless of us away in just a singleton draught of inconspicuous breath; then he was none else but the Omnisciently unparalleled Lord
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ฉฎcopyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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The only beat I possessed
The only sound I heard all day; was your mesmerizing voice,
The only color that I fantasized all night; was that of your luscious
lips,
The only objects I saw; were what you unrelentingly perceived,
The only skin that I wanted to kiss till infinity; was the one
engulfing your
crimson cheek,
The only writing I ardently adored; was one that exquisitely flowed
from your
delectable fingers,
The only relation that I profoundly acknowledged; was your magnificent
and
immaculate visage,
The only food that I yearned to consume; was the one already pulverized
with
your scintillating teeth,
The only scent that drowned me into waves of perpetual ecstasy; was one
emanating from your ravishing hair,
The only tunes I danced too; were the passionate clapping of your
dainty
hands,
The only air I breathed; was the one rampantly diffusing from your
nostrils,
The only mantra I chanted incessantly; was your irrefutably sacrosanct
name,
The only reflection I witnessed; was the one pouring harmoniously from
your
impeccable eyes,
The only agony I felt; was saline streams of water trickling down your
cheek,
The only nostalgia I had for; was poignant memories of your innocuous
childhood,
The only shadow that submerged me; was one that radiated majestically
from
your persona,
The only exhilaration in my life; was tinkling gasps of your vivacious
laughter,
The only rest I had; were your fingers silently caressing my forehead,
The only obsession I had; was your everlasting fragrance sending
shivers of
rhapsody down my spine,
And the ONLY BEAT I POSSESSED; was the heart incarcerated in your
chest;
throbbing turbulently the instant it sighted me; bonding me immortally
in the
invincible grip of your romance.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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The only mission
The only mission that my hands were born for; was to
defend your magnificently enchanting entity; from the
most inconspicuous iota evil lingering around,
The only mission that my legs were born for; was to
transport you invincibly safe; to the most splendidly
rejuvenating destination of your choice,
The only mission that my eyes were born for; was to
enshroud your life with brilliantly majestic sight;
enlightening your every disparagingly gloomy path with
profoundly optimistic light,
The only mission that my tongue was born for; was to
flood each aspect of your monotonously languid
existence; with the sound of enamoringly melodious
happiness,
The only mission that my lips were born for; was to
trigger an everlasting smile upon the impeccable
contours of your face; kiss you till times beyond
eternal infinity,
The only mission that my teeth were born for; was to
perspicaciously disentangle the thorns from the fruits
you ate; pulverize all the gruesome impediments that
came your way,
The only mission that my shadow was born for; was to
entrench your royal countenance from all sides; with
incredulously fabulous enigma; and mystically tingling
excitement,
The only mission that my neck was born for; was to
dexterously drift for you in an infinite directions;
finding you the ultimate clouds of paradise; which you
had perennially desired,
The only mission that my fingers were born for; was to
maneuver you like an invincible fortress even in the
most treacherous of darkness; even in the most
insidiously bizarre moments of life,
The only mission that my ears were born for; was to
indefatigably massacre those diabolical voices trying
to ghastily perpetuate through your pristine
surroundings; decimate even the most infinitesimal
trace of obnoxious sound before it could arise,
The only mission that my blood was born for; was to
impregnate all those despairingly lackluster moments
of your bedraggled life; with an insurmountably
overpowering aroma; more poignant than the rain
pelting down,
The only mission that my versatility was born for; was
to marvelously fulminate the artist lingering
profusely in each of your ecstatically royal senses;
engender you to erupt into an unfathomable myriad of
bountiful directions,
The only mission that my mind was born for; was to
propel you to tirelessly fantasize; dream in an ocean
of incomprehensibly silken charm; oblivious to the
manipulative vagaries of the uncouth world outside,
The only mission that my lashes were born for; was to
ignite the flirtatious child in your charismatic
persona; make you feel every instant as if blooming
with the freshest cry of blissful life,
The only mission that my patriotism was born for; was
to unrelentingly march forward till the time you
achieved your absolute goal in life; wholesomely evict
the flurry of disastrously abominable traitors
hovering around your divine countenance,
The only mission that my skin was born for; was to
sequester your immaculately shivering visage; from the
acrimonious rays of midday Sun; as well as avalanches
of gruesomely freezing winter,
The only mission that my soul was born for; was to
perpetually ensure that your irrefutably heavenly
spirit continued to robustly exist; even centuries
after you had died,
The only mission that my breath was born for; was to
make you forever live with the astronomical fervor of
life; witness you magnificently blossom into a
fountain of resplendently dancing moonlight,
And the only mission that my heart was born for; was
to immortally grant you the love of your destined
life; not only for this; but fathomless more
exotically vibrant lifetimes
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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