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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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821.
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Residue
When I boiled squalid mushroom and glittering diamonds together in a
cauldron;
placing it above crackling flames of the fire,
The residue obtained contained profound traces of radiating yellow;
annihilating even the most minuscule trace of the black vegetable.
When I boiled fetid sewage along with fragrant petals of crimson rose;
above
the naked flames of the stove,
The residue obtained had no sight of dirt; all It emanated was an
omnipotent
essence of the flower.
When I boiled ominous scorpion sting with innocuous butter; roasting
the same
over long rods of blistering iron,
The residue obtained looked as brilliant as the sacerdotal body of sun;
and
there were simply no signs of the lethal poison.
When I boiled extracts of the tarnished politicians speech with the
martyrs
blood; simmering it on the smoke rising from the cooking range,
The residue obtained had an overwhelming aroma of the valiant soldier;
with
every scrap of the leader's notes dying an instantaneous death.
When I boiled acrimonious thorns along with velvety blades of grass;
shaking
the mixture profusely over the chimney fire,
The residue obtained had stringently acquired an accentuated olive
color of
grass; and the pointed shoots were now converted into soft sponge as an
aftermath.
When I boiled obnoxious petrol along with gallons of fresh liquid;
placing the
same above a conflagration of seasoned timber sticks,
The residue obtained was as impeccable as spring water; with the
pugnacious
odor of the gasoline drowning a ghastly death.
When I boiled parasitic leech along with the succulent cherry; placing
them on
a conglomerate of scorching leaves,
The residue obtained was as scarlet as evanescent dawn; with a
mesmerizing
smell of the fruit wafting in the air; and all signs of the worm
disappearing
into slim oblivion.
When I boiled frozen cubes of ice along with repugnant green chili;
placing
the same in boiler room of a ship,
The residue obtained contained bountiful rivulets of water; with the
animosity
of the hostile weed melting inevitably with the ice.
When I boiled omnipresent god along with the diabolical devil; placing
them
under fiery rays of the rising sun,
The residue in store was the omniscient creator standing tall and
domineering
emitting his perpetual scent; with the satanic monster pulverized to
inconspicuous ash.
And when I boiled love with prejudiced hatred; keeping the same to burn
in
sweltering heat of the desert,
The residue obtained had fathomless waves of perennial love; naturally
overshadowing anecdotes of baseless abhorrence.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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822.
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Return running back
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Destiny” in the most enchantingly celestial of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this boundless Universe; only to the periphery of the rustically bohemian palms,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Smile” in the most spell bindingly opulent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this fathomless Universe; only to the peripher of the altruistically compassionate lips,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Empathy” in the most beautifully unassailable of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this limitless Universe; only to the periphery of the synergistically twinkling eye,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Hunger” in the most magically untainted of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this colossal Universe; only to the periphery of the tirelessly impoverished stomach,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Truth” in the most jubilantly mesmerizing of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this gigantic Universe; only to the periphery of the synergistically burgeoning conscience,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Fantasy” in the most victoriously unfettered of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this interminable Universe; only to the periphery of the uninhibitedly gifted brain,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Humanity” in the most astoundingly sparkling of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unceasing Universe; only to the periphery of the symbiotically enchanting veins,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Strength” in the most fantastically emollient of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this endless Universe; only to the periphery of the blessedly venerated soul,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Perseverance” in the most fabulously scintillating of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this insuperable Universe; only to the periphery of the righteously perspiring armpits,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Adventure” in the most enthrallingly undying of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this poignant Universe; only to the periphery of the nimbly dancing feet,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Optimism” in the most indisputably pristine paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this Herculean Universe; only to the periphery of the fearlessly advancing stride,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Ecstasy” in the most gloriously bewitching of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unlimited Universe; only to the periphery of the intricately nubile skin,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Melody” in the most amazingly glistening of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unsurpassable Universe; only to the periphery of the wonderfully vivacious throat,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Artistry” in the most resplendently enigmatic of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unbridled Universe; only to the periphery of the magnetically embellished fingers,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Sensitivity” in the most adorably effervescent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this ebullient Universe; only to the periphery of the bounteously unimpeachable ears,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Mystery” in the most vibrantly virile of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unbelievable Universe; only to the periphery of the tranquilly ameliorating shadow,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Sensuality” in the most iridescently redolent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this interminable Universe; only to the periphery of the eternally fiery nostrils,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Humility” in the most ubiquitously proliferating of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this impregnable Universe; only to the periphery of the harmoniously obeisant neck,
And try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Love” in the most incredulously bedazzling of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this magical Universe; only to the periphery of the immortally throbbing heart….
©®copright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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823.
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Rewriting history with poems of Immortal Love…
Without it; the entire planet would solely disseminate the fragrance of heavenly compassion; once again bonding into an ocean of mystically symbiotic sharing; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would perpetually master the act of bountiful sharing; once again lending its shoulder to its fellow beings at every stage of inexplicable existence; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would blossom into the most mesmerizing cistern of peace; once again enchantingly whispering the tunes of ubiquitous harmony; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would metamorphose each ounce of ghastly bloodshed into unflinching togetherness; once again embracing the mantra of oneness in the breath; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would miraculously coalesce into solely the religion of humanity; once again forgetting every gory discrimination; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would commence to sing the magical tunes of love at first sight; once again romancing in the aisles of unbridled desire each instant of destined life; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would celebrate each living second that unleashed as the most Omnipotent panacea of success; once again living like a king till death chokes; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would commemorate death as the ultimate fruition of every existence; once again replenishing the spiritual center to the core; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would understand the greatest achievement lay in selflessly serving all fraternities and forms of humanity; once again tracing its quintessentially sacred roots; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would realize that benevolent deeds and not baseless power could attain heaven; once again inexhaustibly striving to uplift impoverished humanity; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would irrevocably dissolve all its arrogance into a pool of humanitarian humility; once again assimilating true independence in each of its robust veins; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would let nature uninhibitedly spawn in delectable unison with every of their zealous step; once again seeking invincible refuge in the lap of mother earth; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would patronize the impregnable spirit of live and let live; once again speaking only the dialect of spellbindingly united companionship; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would resemble a virgin island of untainted faith and meditation; once again lost in the unparalleled fervor to seek the divine; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would believe in only one Creator who untiringly taught the religion of humanity to one and all; once again simplifying the true elixir to blissfully survive; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would truly imbibe that honesty is the ultimate scepter of all righteousness; once again cleansing the soul like that of a newborn child; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would tolerate each human for what they were and not for what they couldn’t be; once again stretching its feet only till its quota of allotted space on the venerated soil; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Without it; the entire planet would replace every non-existent corpse of terrorism and revenge with the sky of infallible brotherhood; once again following each perpetual cry of the heart; just like when the Lord had freshly created it,
Therefore if I had the entire of it; where ‘it = each bit of murderous money squandering on this earth’; I wouldn’t waste an instant pondering further; but would burn it immediately into wisps of livid nothingness-so that every line written as above triumphantly leapt from these sheets of mundane paper; to rewrite the chapters of history once again with the poems of immortal love….
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Nikhil Parekh
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824.
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Rocking chair
When I sat on it exerting my full weight; it squealed inaudibly
permeating the
stillness of atmosphere with feverish cacophony,
Nimbly revolving a few centimeters on the polished floor; eventually
adjusting
disconcertingly to the situation.
When I poked it with a conglomerate of pointed needles; it let out
silent
gasps,
The upholstery was now embedded with a plethora of incongruous holes;
although
I could still spread my legs on it and sit.
When I emptied a barrel of fuming acid on it; it got severely butchered
and
uncouthly ripped apart,
The spongy foam now buckled under the slightest of my caress; and
people who
visited my cabin perceived it as a minor bomb blast.
When I tried standing erect on it swirling rampantly to blaring tunes
diffusing from the CD systems; it initially complied with my desire,
Although after a while I found myself adhering to the opposite wall of
the
room; as it had inevitably skidded and flung me like a discarded heap.
When I incorrigibly refrained to clean it; letting hordes of dust
settle on
its persona,
I had to suffer unrelentingly from sporadic bouts of thunderous
coughing; with
the minuscule particles entering my nose.
When I washed it with freezing water in winter castigating for
disobeying my
command; it appeared forlorn and meek in the beginning,
However when the next day I entered my office; there was a derogatory
odor
intensely hovering in the air; also I saw a fleet of termite gnawing
the soft
wood with overwhelming relish.
When I endeavored to emboss script on its body; it incessantly rotated
and
shook; bouncing with gay abundance on its springs,
Driving me wild beyond the threshold of definable frustration; and I
finally
gave up on my persevering effort.
When I kicked it in its rear; exerting tumultuous force with my
bohemian
feet,
It placidly lay down topsy-turvy several paces further; and I had
scrupulously
make sure whether all parts were intact; before relaxing on it again.
When I tried incinerating it; submerging it wholesomely in my left over
alcohol; it caught flames which rose high and handsome towards the sky,
All that was now left of it was charred ashes; which I consummately
used to
sprinkle as manure over my plants.
But let me tell you folks; I had enjoyed it the most; supremely
relished its
company for marathon hours on the trot,
When I swung it tenaciously to and fro; with my feet languidly sprawled
on the
table; my eyes partially closed; and my ROCKING CHAIR virtually putting
my
into a mystical slumber.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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