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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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813.
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The tale of a car tyre
The inflated swell of vehicular rubber,
Was with soft rectangular indentations,
Held captive in circular hollow of the tyre,
Traversed speedily along compact metallic roads,
Crushing dry leaves; trampling unkempt wild weeds,
Fixed and stuck to metallic plates,
With radiating spikes; midget spokes of corrugated steel,
Maneuvering sharply across a landscape of barren concrete,
With deft strokes to the driving wheel,
Firm slanted pressure to the compressible gas pedal,
And skillful articulate movement of the gear shit machinery,
The tyre treads raced through wet mud roads,
Leaving behind trails of woven patterns,
Resembling dead sticks of rotten sugarcane,
As a sudden whirring noise encapsulated the atmosphere,
Tons of dust blew; silencing the crux of exuberant activity,
Brakes wailed in cacophonic unison,
Tyre chunks bled against the mass of hardened mud,
Creating asymmetrical rings of disdainful dust,
The main culprit being;
A cluster of iron pins; in hot agony,
Strewn in randomly savage proportions,
Waiting to trap innocent prey of vehicular rubber,
Inserting themselves into the thickened rubber flesh,
Squeezing out macro plumage of air mass; exhausting it to the last drop,
Rendering the spongy sheath of charismatic rubber,
Into distorted piles of mangled junk.
Nikhil Parekh
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814.
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The Terrorists…
The Terrorists…
They belonged to no religion. As they solely surrendered to the
religion of the devil- which ruthlessly beheaded countless innocent;
infirm and freshly born; in the name of sacred Lord Almighty,
They belonged to no color. As they solely pledged to the color of the
devil—which wanted to invidiously incarcerate every effervescent shade
of life; into the gallows of hopeless and haplessly stymied black,
They belonged to no territory. As they solely blended with the
territory of the devil-which satanically wanted to snatch; maim;
bombard and eventually merge every blissful corner of mother earth
into its graveyards of inconsolable blood,
They belonged to no language. As they solely hissed the language of
the devil-which inexhaustibly plundered; rebuked and abused the
fabric of humanity and nicety; with the jinx of baseless sacrifice and
the corpse,
They belonged to no mindset. As they solely clung to the mindset of
the devil—which unthinkably yearned to build the most glittering
castles of Gold on the foundations of innocuous bone; gory blood and
life distorted to amorphous pulp,
They belonged to no atmosphere. As they solely salivated in the
atmosphere of the devil-which tirelessly feasted all night and day
on the stench of innocent blood-drinking; lavishing and languishing
in it to lead life Kingsize,
They belonged to no roots. As they solely squandered in the roots of
the devil-which executed the most terrorizing acts on all living
kind-praying to the sight of fanatically splattered blood and
shattered skull; to give them the power to survive,
They belonged to no category. As they solely rotted in the category of
the devil-which wanted to rule the planet clamped in a spurious
little incapacitated fist; assassinating every source of life with
treacherously lame cowardice,
They belonged to no caste. As they solely clung to the caste of the
devil—which forlornly stymied every vibrant form of emerging life;
laughed at how easily humans disintegrated into boundless bits at the
tiniest of dastardly provocation,
They belonged to no character. As they solely spoke the character of
the devil—which believed the best integrity and the best survival was
in rising above every conceivable soul on earth; if not by hook then
by hideous crook,
They belonged to no government. As they solely stagnated in the
government of the devil—which barbarously chopped off fingers, hands;
feet; veins; limbs and throats of bountiful humans at the tiniest of
error; and in order to assert sanctimonious superiority,
They belonged to no soil. As they solely sputtered in the soil of the
devil-which constituted the granules of all hell; dungeons after
dungeons of children who lay dead-just to affirm some hell of a
non-existent sadistic strength,
They belonged to no Church; Temple; Monastery or Mosque. As they
solely wept in the mortuary of the devil-inexhaustibly wanting to
metamorphose the trajectory of this planet into insipid ash; the
sinful veil of the bloodstained corpse,
They belonged to no definition. As they solely endorsed the definition
of the devil—which was out on a rampage to plunder Mother earth and
its children as much as it could; taking ultimate refuge within realms
of the fetid carcass,
They belonged to no village. As they solely inhabited the village of
the devil-where each abode was a unbearably shrieking tombstone;
and the clothes that everyone wore were sequined with chopped tongues;
limbs and unfinished desire,
They belonged to no forest. As they solely rummaged through the forest
of the devil-where all that was seen and heard was bellows of
ghoulish smoke and agonizing scream; where life was insidiously
sacrificed at the altar to immortalize the self,
They belonged to no heart. As they solely slaved in the heart of the
devil-which was nothing but a gorge of inexplicable sinking
drudgery; and continued to meaninglessly exist without the most
insouciant of beats,
They belonged to no face. As they solely deteriorated in the face of
the devil-which constituted of the most ridiculously non-existent
vacuum; that thrived on the curses given by everyone of those that
he'd tortured and kept doing so,
Hey! Wait a minute; they were children of the same God as you and me
were allright. Because after all God owns the entire Universe and all
its Life,
But they chose to follow the path of the devil against God's wishes.
They were infact what every single one of us in the world today
hatefully addressed by the word 'Terrorists'….
(c) (R) copyright by Nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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815.
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The Thing
The thing as frigid as a dead follicle of hair; was
indiscreet hatred,
The thing as disdainful as the bathroom cockroach; was
illicit smuggling,
The thing as pale as the dilapidated wall; was
overwhelming prejudice,
The thing as resplendent as the pearly moon; was a
gregarious smile on the
luscious lips,
The thing as morose as the broken branch of the tree;
was tumultuous sorrow
blended with grief,
The thing as transparent as the crystal mountain
stream; was unsolicited
truth,
The thing as bankrupt as a bedraggled beggar; was
pugnacious enmity,
The thing as innocuous as the hazel eyed monkey; was
the cry of a small
child,
The thing as volatile as hot green chili; was
immensely provoked anger,
The thing as sweet as freshly prepared nectar; was the
voice of the benevolent
propagating humanity,
The thing as blotted as the abysmally dark waters of
the gutter; was
indiscriminately brutal crime,
The thing as cold as frozen pulp of icecream; was
blatant jealousy,
The thing as nostalgic as the oblivious past; was
indefatigable fantasies of
the brain,
The thing as sizzling as ravishing brown crustacean
coffee; was stupendous
exultation,
The thing as inflated as a gas balloon; was
ostentatious pride,
The thing as appeasing as appetizing morsels of food;
was philanthropic
friendship which fortified by the minute,
The thing as vociferous as a barking dog; was
insatiable hunger which arose
sporadically in the stomach,
The thing as infinite as the boundaries of the emerald
ocean; was
ubiquitous humanity,
The thing as inevitably intoxicating as liquor; was
unfathomable greed,
The thing as venomous as the sting of a scorpion; was
racial discrimination,
The thing as preposterously huge as the impeccable
dolphin; was empathy
towards fellow beings,
The thing as starved as scorched sands of the desert;
was the ominously
diabolic devil,
And the thing as impeccable as white pearls
impregnated in oyster shells; as
effusive as thunderous rain pelting down; was
perpetual love.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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The tree of love
The apple tree swayed frivolously in the air; bearing crimson crested fruit peeping out from its dense foliage,
However as came freezing winter; its leaves wore a shriveled look; inevitably feeling the chill and sporadically falling to the ground.
The cherry tree looked awe inspiring and magnificent from a distance; with succulent balls of incongruous shapes clinging to its tendrils,
However as the wind blew mightily; stormy currents of air collided with it; infinite berries fell down on earth; rendering it as a pathetic sight to witness.
The coconut tree appeared domineering; standing at unprecedented heights from the mud; firmly holding its ground in the tenacious ocean breeze,
However as I shook it; exerting all my power assiduously assisted by my fellow mates; the hard shell fell with a thump on the floor; snapping apart into scores of asymmetrical halves.
The maple tree looked like an angel descended from the sky; with its golden leaves shimmering in the sunshine,
However as the vigils of autumn took over; it now resembled a threadbare urchin; shivering incessantly as the slightest of current struck its naked persona.
The mango tree appeared enticing and voluptuous; with a conglomerate of brilliant shell adhering to it faithfully,
However the same replicated and impoverished beggar; as a battalion of red ant and woodpecker; nibbled passionately at its flaccid fruit.
The fir tree looked enchanting in the moonlight; producing sweet volley of rustling voices,
However as snow fell unrelentingly from the sky; its branches drooped towards the slope; unable to bear the tyranny of ice any longer.
The Banyan tree appeared impregnable; with its century old roots dangling impeccably like compactly entwined threads,
However it developed a series of gaping holes in its silhouette; as a fleet of parasitic termites attacked it voraciously from all sides.
The Fig tree looked a sight to feast under the blistering Sun; with rubicund slices of fruit embellishing its persona,
However as the diabolical owl inhabited it at night; people shirked away from it in utter abhorrence; as much as they had initially loved it.
The Lemon tree growing in my backyard appeared pretty phlegmatic; slowly gyrating with the breeze; bearing a bunch of poignant fruit,
However it soon dried up into a mangled heap; when I inadvertently forgot to feed it with salubrious manure and water.
And the Tree of Our Immortal Love looked the most splendid of them all; bearing perennial fruit in all seasons; unhampered by the onset of the most thunderous rain and snow; unperturbed by the pandemonium going on in the world,
It had stood the test of all times; stood as formidable as the Omnipotent Creator; for fathomless centuries; even after we had evacuated the soil of this earth.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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