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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Love, Love and simply love
I couldn’t talk non stop; for after a while; the
chords of my intricate throat started to hurt; and a
gruesome hoarseness besieged my persona,
I couldn’t walk non stop; for after a while; the soles
of my feet started to ache; and the conglomerate of
dreary bones in my body demanded celestial rest,
I couldn’t write non stop; for after a while; my
fingers swelled like a plump tomato; and the
disdainful sweat on my palms started to drip
obnoxiously on barren sheets of white paper,
I couldn’t stare non stop; for after a while; my
voluptuously soft cushion of lids fell down with a
sigh; and the whites of my eye were desperate to get
rid of the tumultuous stinging,
I couldn’t eat non stop; for after a while; the
tunnels of my stomach threatened to puke; and the buds
of my tongue abhorrently repulsed the most exotic of
taste,
I couldn’t dance non stop; for after a while; the
fantasy in my mind wholesomely subsided; and I
inevitably collapsed on soil for my nocturnal slumber
under the resplendent stars,
I couldn’t plough non stop; for after a while; the
acrimonious rays of the Sun stabbed me like a billion
needles; and the gallons of golden sweat which
dribbled; made me loose holistic degrees of control,
I couldn’t swim non stop; for after a while; the
tenacity in my arms seemed to be diminishing; and the
fathomless expanse of waters made me return back to
the heavenly shores,
I couldn’t party non stop; for after a while; the
pretentious smoke of cigar took its toll on my natural
nerves; and the sonorously manipulative style of
talking; assassinated all my raw exuberance in its
premature buds,
I couldn’t study non stop; for after a while; beads of
exasperation began to entrench me from all sides; and
life became nothing but a series of disastrously
monotonous equations to confront,
I couldn’t sing non stop; for after a while; all tunes
existing seemed to be puncturing me like fulminating
volcano's; and I lost complete identity of my very own
voice,
I couldn’t dream non stop; for after a while; the
pragmatic realities of life started to pinch me
overwhelmingly; and the penurious conditions which
currently engulfed me; obstructed me in my path of
transforming all my perceptions into a perpetual
reality,
I couldn’t fight non stop; for after a while;
realization dawned upon me that it was all baseless;
and I needed to contribute something towards
deteriorating mankind,
I couldn’t sleep non stop; for after a while; I felt
the blistering mid day sunshine filtering unbearably
through my eyes; and the framework of my countenance
became restless to be on the move,
I couldn’t drive non stop; for after a while; the
world outside became an incessantly revolving whiz;
and I frantically wanted to trespass at normal speeds
once again,
I couldn’t rule non stop; for after a while; I felt as
if I was completely losing my indigenous identity; and
the voice of my conscience commanded me to rest
blissfully in the lap of my revered mother,
I couldn’t focus non stop; for after a while; the
insurmountably restless urges in my soul got the
better of me; and I found myself pondering on
everything else; other than what I was supposed to
concentrate,
I couldn’t play non stop; for after a while; the will
to majestically survive made me march dynamically
towards the summit; slither with uninhibited passion;
to achieve all my goals in life,
I couldn’t hate non stop; for after a while; the
inexorably omnipotent voice of my mind condemned me
for my cowardly behavior; and the blood circulating in
my veins fomented me to embrace my fellow mates in
pain,
I couldn’t lie non stop; for after a while; an
astronomically ardent desire to disentangle myself
from this web of lechery; and my tongue candidly
conveyed its explicit set of ideals,
But there was only one virtue which I could do non
stop; and which not only I; but every entity with a
throbbing heart has been doing since centuries
immemorial; a virtue which even the greatest of God's
have bowed down too; a virtue which has its immoral
essence dissipated in every nook and cranny of this
boundless planet; O! yes I feel the richest man on
this earth to proclaim it as LOVE; LOVE AND SIMPLY
LOVE…….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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The rain and my newborn baby daughter
The rain was uninhibitedly untamed; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
kicking left; right and center; in her diminutively blessed cradle,
The rain was Omnipotently pristine; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
mischievously tossing in unadulterated joy on the tufts of majestic
green
grass galore,
The rain was magically mitigating; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
miraculously ameliorating me of my most horrific despair; with her
innocuously fluttering eyelashes,
The rain was eternally liberating; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
naughtily smiling amidst her spectrum of teddy bears; as if there was
not
even the most infinitesimal trace of tension on this fathomless
Universe,
The rain was perennially fructifying; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
perpetually proliferating into unparalleled festoons of happiness;
every
unfurling minute of inscrutable existence,
The rain was unbelievably colorful; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
unfurling into the infinite shades of mystically emollient life; every
time
she alighted her pristinely nimble foot,
The rain was timelessly life-yielding; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
perpetuating a paradise of unsurpassably undefeated newness; in every
direction that she cast her immaculately dancing sight,
The rain was pricelessly inimitable; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
unconquerably enamoring even the most farthest quarter of heaven; with
the
twinkle in her rhapsodically infallible eyes,
The rain was the ultimate gift of the heavens; and so was my new born
baby
daughter; whose cries of stupendously charismatic freshness; spawned a
civilization of boundless beauty; till times beyond infinite infinity,
The rain was the most virile cistern of optimism; and so was my new
born
baby daughter; unprecedentedly subliming even the most cadaverously
deadened
corpses; with her unflinchingly raw energy to exist,
The rain was brilliantly unfettered; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
expressing the innermost feeling of her heart till the ultimate
pinnacle of
the sky; whilst the salaciously manipulative planet moaned and
miserably
groaned outside,
The rain was Omnisciently blessing; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
altruistically wishing the greatest of success even for the most
treacherously ribald of her foes; wholesomely oblivious to the
sanctimonious
varsities of this corrupted planet,
The rain was unassailably fragrant; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
metamorphosing even the most capricious iota of evil into a sky of
unshakably peerless truth; with the divine righteousness in her tiny
soul,
The rain was eclectically artistic; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
weaving a cosmos of unparalleled beauty; with the egalitarian
compassion in
her eyes for every caste; creed; race; color and tribe,
The rain was timelessly victorious; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
forever winning the hearts of every conceivable entity on this
unceasing
planet; with her impregnably selfless love for all living kind,
The rain was ubiquitously a superstar; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
transcending every boundary of worthless discrimination; to tirelessly
exult
in the profoundly unstoppable glory of panoramic creation,
The rain was fearlessly intrepid; and so was my new born baby daughter;
poignantly exploring every exhilarating path of life; interminably
following
nothing else but the inner most voices of her benign heart,
The rain was universally amiable; and so was my new born baby daughter;
compassionately coalescing with any entity around her venerated visage;
who
gave her a gregarious smile,
And the rain was insuperably Immortal; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
disseminating only the beats of love; love and Immortally princely
love;
every time her godly heart throbbed in her tiny chest…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Tsunami Aftermath-Lividly living corpse
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of unprecedented misery; with the wrath of the inexplicably crippling disaster transforming every trace of robust innocence into a mortuary of stinking death,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of hapless uncertainty; as boundless number of impeccable heads stared in distraught disbelief; for relentless hours towards empty sky,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of morbid blood; from which emanated the stench of pricelessly inimitable honesty hopelessly blended with the diabolical devil,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of unceasing sadness; in which perpetually floated innumerable lifeless bones of their enchanting siblings; children and immortal beloved,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of sadistic ridicule; where even the most eternally fructifying form of living kind was rendered to worthlessly lugubrious foam; salt and soap,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of parasitically ribald lechery; where man brutally asphyxiated his counterpart man; in an eventual bid to frenetically survive,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of cannibalistic hatred; from which spawned only the corridors of devilish hell; diffusing pain; pain and only intolerably inconsolable pain,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of bizarrely tawdry helplessness; where they were reduced to just infinitesimal frigid eunuchs; not able to do anything as the wave gobbled every trace of their celestial happiness,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of frenzied deliriousness; which apocalyptically shrieked the cry of ultimate extinction; the wholesome disappearance of this symbiotic planet from the map of this bountifully redolent Universe,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of unceasing remorsefulness; with the coffins of satanic oblivion ghoulishly transcending every conceivable happening in the atmosphere,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of limitless disbelief; with every stroke of destiny seeming to treacherously unfurl from the mouth of the venomously slandering devil,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of ominously pulverizing lies; where as if sacrilegiously wanton abuse had forever overridden the brilliantly majestic scepter of emollient truth,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of wastrel nothingness; with every wave that arose; hedonistically darting towards the infinite infinity of unfathomable despair,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of endless unemployment; where even the most divinely innocent source of life; was indiscriminately weighed on the scales of carnivorous crime,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of intransigently besmirching trauma; which licentiously gave birth to the graveyards of blackness; blackness and only savagely decrepit blackness,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of emotionlessly penalizing neglect; unforgivably ripping them apart from every tangible and intangible aspect and fabric of the civilized society,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of devastating disorientation; with even the most synergistically resplendent of smiles metamorphosing into gorily inane waywardness,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of unendingly excruciating torture; with human skin and emotions being ruthlessly excoriated apart like the inadvertent shedding of the lizard’s skin,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of amorphously sinful vindication; as fathomless deplorably orphaned took a solemn pledge; never to respect Mother Nature in their lifetimes again,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of ungainly fretfulness; with the horrendously wrinkled eye dispersing nothing else but blood; blood and punitively aggrieved blood,
Their countless tears did definitely fill an ocean all right; but it was an ocean of unparalleled divestation; with every beat of the heart; breath and blood; being transformed forever and ever and ever; as an aftermath of the murderous Tsunami; into a lividly living corpse….
©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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A heart for another heart….
An eye for another eye; would definitely plunge the entire world into a mortuary of cringing darkness—would definitely make the entire world blind,
A tongue for another tongue; would definitely dumb the entire world into a wall of haplessly delirious silence—would definitely make the entire world mute,
An ear for another ear; would definitely plague the entire world into a unfathomably deep gorge of sadistic nothingness- would definitely make the entire world deaf,
A lip for another lip; would definitely devastate the entire world into a corpse of irrevocably jinxed sadness- would definitely make the entire world flagrantly morose,
A hand for another hand; would definitely plummet the entire world into a carcass of fetidly indescribable hopelessness-would definitely make the entire world beg beyond holistic heights,
A spine for another spine; would definitely incarcerate the entire world into chains of sacrilegiously blackened slavery-would definitely make the entire world denigrated beyond self respect,
A stomach for another stomach; would definitely emaciate the entire world into infinite skulls of reproachful hunger—would definitely make the entire world vindictively starve,
A neck for another neck; would definitely curse the entire world into an inconsolably hideous dungeon of emptiness—would definitely make the entire world a bloodily anarchist battlefield,
A vein for another vein; would definitely devastate the entire world into a demonically sadistic lacunae—would definitely make the entire world plaintively emotionless,
A finger for another finger; would definitely coerce the entire world to cacophonically beg for a lifetime on the streets—would definitely make the entire world a pile of worthlessly rusted brittle pins,
A skin for another skin; would definitely freeze the entire world into a gutter-pipe of shivering and cloistered hopelessness—would definitely make the entire world crumble even under the strongest of blistering Sun,
A shoulder for another shoulder; would definitely deteriorate the entire world into a slushpile of abysmally pitiful remorse—would definitely make the entire world directionless,
A leg for another leg; would definitely sink the entire world into the marshes of despondently orphaned doomsday—would definitely make the whole world forlornly maimed,
A scalp for another scalp; would definitely lead the entire world into a ghost-town of venomously sordid blackness-would definitely make the whole world a hallucinated fool,
A bone for another bone; would definitely squelch the entire world beyond the threshold of unimaginable despair—would definitely make the whole world irrevocably maimed,
A tooth for another tooth; would definitely bruise the entire world into dastardly tastelessness—would definitely make the whole world remorsefully bland,
A cheek for another cheek; would definitely distort the entire world into a coffin of crucified ugliness-would definitely make the entire world a perennially maudlin scarecrow,
A blood-dropp for another blood-drop; would definitely metamorphose the entire world into a veritably breathing hell—would definitely make the entire world a reproachfully stinking ghost,
Whist a heart for another heart-would definitely immortalize the entire world into the religion of eternal mankind-make the entire world fall forever and ever and ever without a chance to ever rise up; into the ocean of immortal humanity and love….
©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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