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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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809.
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The sky of unconquerable love
If you asked me how tall was it; I would perhaps
miserably stutter; faltering an umpteenth number of
times; before I could even emanate an inconspicuous
whisper,
If you asked me how vivacious was it; I would perhaps
stumble like ninepins on obdurate ground; ludicrously
bedazzled by that extra tinge of somberly radiant
light,
If you asked me how fragrant was it; I would perhaps
have to frantically rummage through the records of a
several thousand years; and yet eventually find myself
enshrouded by dungeons of inexplicably horrendous
blackness,
If you asked me how boisterous was it; I would perhaps
have to furiously contemplate for hours immemorial;
laboriously delving into the most inscrutably esoteric
realms of my beleaguered mind,
If you asked me how piquant was it; I would perhaps
gasp for fresh air literally relinquishing the last
breath of my life; maniacally ripping apart my hair
for an answer; that simply wasn’t to be,
If you asked me how charismatic was it; I would
perhaps nonchalantly stare into disgusting space for
countless more births of mine; worthlessly dithering
towards a horizon that irrefutably didn’t have any
end,
If you asked me how conspicuous was it; I would
perhaps grope wildly in an entrenchment of insane
dreariness; wholesomely obfuscated for direction in
the island of diabolical hell,
If you asked me how harmonious was it; I would perhaps
incoherently dither on the footsteps of utter
devastation; lunatically running a marathon in the
ungainly wild; that would never end,
If you asked me how formidable was it; I would perhaps
commence to miserably slither on the ghastly ground;
ghastily metamorphosing every dream of my blissfully
ravishing sleep; into a perpetually gory nightmare,
If you asked me how phlegmatic was it; I would perhaps
excoriate all my hair apart in bizarre frustration;
lambasting my scalp till eternity; in quest of the
most sagacious of answer,
If you asked me how vivacious was it; I would perhaps
pathetically stagger towards obsolete wisps of
lackadaisical nothingness; eventually landing into the
menacing gutters of horrific starvation,
If you asked me how immaculate was it; I would perhaps
nervously flutter under the morbidly sullen carpet of
the penalizing night; almost getting mercilessly
straddled in the graves of tyrannical discomfort,
If you asked me how redolent was it; I would perhaps
insipidly crumble into a dustbin of infinitesimal ash;
preposterously disappearing into oblivion; in trying
to salvage for the most veritable of solutions,
If you asked me how fast was it; I would perhaps
abhorrently drift my neck in boundless directions; in
the end collapsing like a pack of soggy cards; to
coalesce with maliciously vindictive soil,
If you asked me how turbulent was it; I would perhaps
gnaw even the last strand of my nails in utter
nonchalance; stare like an imperturbable idiot into
the hostile depths of the unending well,
If you asked me how melodious was it; I would perhaps
blast every sanctimonious sound in my throat to
juxtapose with meaningless infinity; lecherously
sinking deeper and deeper into cold blooded earth,
If you asked me how rhetoric was it; I would perhaps
lugubriously slip even on the most formidably handsome
of grounds; profusely bleeding in exasperated
confusion even in the most brilliantly bestowing of
sunlight,
If you asked me how euphoric was it; I would perhaps
unsteadily waver in absolutely despondent submission;
trouncing every shade of overwhelming jubilation with
despicable doom,
But if you asked me to execute it; then I would
unequivocally unite the entire planet in its
stupendously compassionate threads of priceless
humanity; for it was none other than the garland of
spell binding creation; the sky of UNCONQUERABLE
LOVE….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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810.
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The smile on my lips
When I smeared my lips entirely with brilliant scarlet
paste,
they looked voluptuous and mesmerizing; but they
produced obnoxious blemishes
on whatever I kissed.
When I applied stringent white chalk powder on the
intricate periphery of my
lips,
They looked comically distorted; enticing innumerable
individuals to bestow
upon me a plethora of frivolous smiles.
When I dipped my lips in an infectiously sweet mixture
of molten jaggery,
They looked tantalizingly intense; with a battalion a
red ant clambering with
euphoric fervor to devour the same.
As I stuck my supple lips to fresh acrylic paint
projecting from the chiseled
wall,
They appeared stitched to each other in a vise like
embrace; depriving me of
the indispensable ability to speak.
When I applied a curry of black pungent mud on my
articulately sculptured
lips,
I resembled a bedraggled ragamuffin on the street;
with pedestrians mistaking
my identity for a homicidal beggar.
When I rubbed my lips in lush green blades of wild
grass,
They acquired a poignantly slimy texture; prompting me
to obstreperously
sneeze.
When I submerged my lips in steaming hot frosty milk,
They developed peels of innocuous milk; and I looked
like an organism having
just taken birth.
When I painted my luscious lips in a concentrated
extract of carbon ink,
The outcome was ludicrously funny; I seemed like a
novice at writing
literature; and the stains were intractably cumbersome
to remove.
When I applied a blend of cement and water to my lips,
They amalgamated together like a solid rock; and it
became virtually
invincibly to separate them.
And eventually when I passionately kissed the lips of
my beloved,
There were thunderous fires igniting frigid arenas of
my persona,
My lips now looked enchanting after marathon hours of
being lackluster, and
for the first time I uninhibitedly smiled.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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811.
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The sole and most ardent slave
There’s just one of the Omnipotent Sun; to timelessly illuminate even the most lugubriously ribald crannies of the earth; blaze a ray of triumphantly unfettered light for times immemorial,
There’s just one of the Vivacious Sky; to perpetually harbor organisms of every caste; creed; color and tribe; with unconquerably ardent compassion in its symbiotically blessed lap,
There’s just one of the Everest Peak; to indomitably transcend over all heinously evil; stand as the lone infallibly undefeated warrior; amidst a boundless Universe of salaciously crippling corruption,
There’s just one of the Iridescent Rainbow; to tirelessly mesmerize countless horrendously beleaguered souls; forever drift even the most infinitesimal of their misery towards the aisles of paradise divine,
There’s just one of the Royal Oyster; to unbelievably enthrall the unceasingly undulating waves of the tangy ocean; never ever let a morbid moment sweep even a transient iota; across its invincible periphery,
There’s just one of the Divinely Dewdrop; to inexhaustibly bless the limitless carpet of emerald green on this fantastically redolent Universe; profoundly reinvigorate every pore of the skin with ecstatically newborn freshness,
There’s just one of the Insuperable Ocean; to unendingly stupefy every tangible and intangible source of life on this ever-pervading planet; ubiquitously disseminate spice and salt into even the most haplessly devastated of breaths,
There’s just one of the Princely Lion; to endlessly rule even the most ethereal corner of the enchanting forest; irrefutably enshroud every open space on ebullient earth with inimitably unparalleled supremacy,
There’s just one of the Omniscient Moon; to unflinchingly enlighten every staggeringly dwindling soul; even in the most diabolically pulverizing of hour; past the coffin of treacherous midnight,
There’s just one of the Virile Seed; to timelessly fructify into a gorge of astoundingly vibrant newness; bless even the most tawdrily decrepit patch of soil on earth; with victoriously Omnipresent life,
There’s just one of the Inscrutable Shadow; to wonderfully placate even the most disastrously frazzled of senses; cast a spell of unbreakable fantasy in every innocuously nimble mind alike,
There’s just one of the Intrepid Fossil; to amazingly depict every conceivable form of life which blissfully thrived; an infinite centuries and moments ago,
There’s just one of the Triumphant Woman; to unassailably evolve the most benign creation of life; sequestering it like an impregnable fortress inside her womb; from every devilish vagary of the parasitic world outside,
There’s just one of the Impudent Bumble Bee; to ooze into unlimited cisterns of mellifluously gifted honey; permeate a heaven of sweetness into even the most venomously cacophonic of life,
There’s just one of the Crimson Rose; to incredulously mollify every fetidly asphyxiated nostril; with the philanthropically unbridled scent of humanity and the Creator Divine,
There’s just one of the Unshakable Conscience; to assimilate every iota of unchallangably priceless truth on the trajectory of this bountiful Universe; perennially treasure the ideals of undefeated righteousness,
There’s just one of the Euphoric Breath; to magnificently perpetuate eternal life into even the most fecklessly obsolete entity without compassion and quintessential life,
There’s just one of the Immortal Heart; to indefatigably unite every tangibly effulgent entity on the belly of the Universe; uninhibitedly ensure that there throbbed blessedly symbiotic life; even after life,
And then there’s just one of Tiny “Me”; to intricately decipher every step that she alighted towards me; to everlastingly comprehend the very essence of her godly breath; to be the most ardent and sole slave of her humanitarian radiations; of the golden sweat that dribbled from her unconquerably celestial feet…
©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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812.
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The son of my mother
Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Businessmen; astoundingly manipulating even the most infinitesimal nuances of trade; handsomely seated on the absolute zeniths of corporate victories,
Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Magicians; possessing the unbelievable ability of transforming even the most tawdrily decrepit piece of junk; into unconquerably glittering gold,
Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Politicians; dexterously governing the pragmatic lives of countless million people; right at their surreptitiously slippery fingertips,
Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Warriors; altruistically shedding even the last bone of their spines for the service of their venerated motherland; whilst wholesomely capturing every element of the devil in mind; body and spirit,
Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Devils; the most despicably hedonistic curmudgeons of insanity; satanically massacring every thing that they encountered in vicinity; without the tiniest reason or rhyme,
Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Astrologers; amazingly able to portend even the most obfuscated of happenings to unfurl; centuries later than this very vivaciously breathing day; today,
Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Philosophers; holding boundless organisms in an unimaginably spell-bound stupor; as they indefatigably sermonized the ideals of exhilarating existence and ultimate death,
Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Gamblers; where an infinite currency coin first slipped from their palms like ecstatically melting; before astutely multiplying itself into fathomless more of its very own kind,
Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Musicians; timelessly rekindling even the most lugubriously livid parchment of the atmosphere; with victoriously unfettered rhapsody,
Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Sportsmen; majestically recoining the definition of whichever game that they played; perpetually ensuring their place in the most spectacularly emollient of legend books,
Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Pioneers; evolving an inexhaustibly fructifying revolution; out of inanely dying wisps of battered nothingness,
Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Dancers; flexing even the most obsolete crannies of their bodies to myriad colors; shapes and forms; timelessly bewitching the atmosphere of even the most monotonously deadened of night,
Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Fantasizers; perennially galloping in the full fervor of life in those inscrutably tingling spaces; which were beyond the definitions of infinite infinity,
Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Swimmers; profoundly enjoying it only when there was the most truculently devastating storm at sea; when waves as ferociously tall as the sky; intransigently whipped them on every part of their naked form,
Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Street-Smarts; deplorably spitting an ocean of deplorable slang; at even the most non-receptively robotic bits of concrete in the gutter can,
Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Robbers; wholesomely dumbfounding the law on every conceivable occasion; stupefying millions of true soldiers with the parasitically profane treachery in their glib heels,
Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Philanderers; flirting with an infinite women at one given moment; almost proclaiming themselves to have given birth to the entire of the limitless living kind,
Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Devotees; selflessly beheading the most intriguing of their scalps at the feet of the Almighty Lord; at the slightest of innuendo,
Some introduced themselves as the greatest of Wrestlers; indefatigably overpowering every element of perceivable weakness in the Universe; with the sheer and most ardent tenacity of their robustly bulging muscle,
Whilst I introduced myself as a hopelessly devastated and irretrievable loser in every commercial aspect of life; but nevertheless and solely as the “Son” of my unconquerably Omnipotent and eternally compassionate mother….
©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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