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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Till the time you were magnificently alive
Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely threadbare and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this fathomless Universe; were the sermons of truthfulness that you selflessly disseminated; till the time you were holistically alive.
Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely balderdash and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this boundless Universe; were the rays of righteously unparalleled optimism that you ignited on every step that you tread; till the time you were symbiotically alive.
Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely nonsensical and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this incomprehensible Universe; were the pathways of egalitarian justice that you insuperably ensured; till the time you were blissfully alive.
Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely salacious and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this limitless Universe; was the celestial instinct to live and let live that you ubiquitously preached; till the time you were unabashedly alive.
Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely rubbish and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this gregarious Universe; were the seeds of majestically virile proliferation that you sowed; till the time you were unassailably alive.
Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely evanescent and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this unceasing Universe; was the bond of philanthropically compassionate friendship that you interminably spread; till the time you were royally alive.
Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely lugubrious and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this spell binding Universe; were the hymns of mellifluously emancipating piousness that you sing; till the time you were bounteously alive.
Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely morbid and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this triumphant Universe; was the tirelessly augmenting empathy in your eyes for every caste; creed; fraternity of living; till the time you were vivaciously alive.
Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely decrepit and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this astounding Universe; were the pathways of unflinchingly fearless humanity that you pave; till the time you were redolently alive.
Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely foolhardy and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this heavenly Universe; was the magic of benign togetherness that you invincibly hissed; till the time you were unconquerably alive.
Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely crippling and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this unfettered Universe; were those indomitably subliming smiles from your lips in good times and bad; till the time you were beautifully alive.
Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely debasing and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this gigantic Universe; were those swords of impregnable truth that you used to assassinate the ruthlessly blasphemous devil; till the time you were jubilantly alive.
Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely pulverizing and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this unfathomable Universe; were those enamoring words/symbols/drawings of immortal love that you’d so inimitably sketched; till the time you were undefeatedly alive.
Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely feckless and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this spectacular Universe; were those pearls of priceless enlightenment that you’d bestowed upon countless haplessly deprived; till the time you were indisputably alive.
Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite was entirely baseless and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this resplendent Universe; was the mirror of divine righteousness that reflected from even the most obfuscated cranny of your shadow; till the time you were fantastically alive.
Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely useless and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this unending Universe; was the foundation of fragrantly undying perseverance that you built; till the time you were handsomely alive.
Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely tawdry and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this everlasting Universe; was that you timelessly followed the innermost tunes of your heart for the betterment of all mankind; till the time you were iridescently alive.
Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely hopeless and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this mesmerizing Universe; was the innumerable orphans that you serenaded and accepted as a quintessential ingredient of your very own family; till the time you were poignantly alive.
Whether you breathed till “1” or till “Infinite” was entirely purposeless and inconsequential; what mattered above everything else on this ever-pervading Universe; were the countless hearts which you endlessly united in the threads of Immortally Omnipresent love; till the time you were magnificently alive.
©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Time
The more you tried to stringently control it; the more
it rampantly slipped away from your invincible grasp,
The more you tried to irrevocably stop it; the more it
uncontrollably sped past the corridors of unceasingly
unfathomable infinite infinity,
The more you tried to chauvinistically govern it; the
more it inevitably took an insuperable grip upon even
the most inconspicuous element of your destiny,
The more you tried to irretrievably compress it; the
more it rebounded back towards the aisles of boundless
eternity; forever and ever and ever,
The more you tried to truculently asphyxiate it; the
more it uninhibitedly gallivanted like a majestic
lion; for whom sky was the only veritable limit,
The more you tried to transcend beyond it; the more it
left you a billion kilometers lagging behind; the
instant you dared alight your nimble foot,
The more you tried to invidiously poison it; the more
it sprouted afresh in a countless rejuvenatingly new
forms; from a countless directions which you could
never ever perceive,
The more you tried to chauvinistically incarcerate it;
the more it unequivocally flew in the skies of
unparalleled freedom; for centuries and moments
immemorial,
The more you tried to torturously tie it; the more
euphorically it leapt towards the paradise of
Omnipotently silken freedom; magnificently attuning
all humanity to the pragmatic essence of blissful
existence,
The more you tried to bury it fathomless feet in the
graveyards of hell; the more it profoundly perpetuated
its insuperable grip upon every echelon of blessed
living kind,
The more you tried to hedonistically distort it; the
more it evolved into its unbelievably redolent grace;
with the heavens of unassailable truth written all
over it,
The more you tried to abhorrently erase it; the more
it unflinchingly burgeoned; into a fountain of
invincibly redolent sagaciousness,
The more you tried to uncouthly repel it; the more it
intractably embedded itself to every quintessentially
happening aspect of your vibrant life,
The more you tried to make it derogatorily sedentary;
the more it tirelessly ticked; not resting even an
ethereal instant even after every organism on this
earth had wholesomely extinguished,
The more you tried to satanically bribe it; the more
it unstoppably blazed into an unprecedented gorge of
patriotic truth and triumphant selflessness,
The more you tried to salaciously recycle it; the more
it iridescently blossomed into unending newness; for
moments beyond an infinite more births yet to unveil,
The more you tried to dastardly retract it; the more
it jubilantly galloped towards the chapters of
victoriously enchanting proliferation; eternally
continuing God’s enthrallingly wonderful creation,
The more you tried to cold-bloodedly murder it; the
more it spawned into bounteously everlasting
prosperity; enlightening every organism alive with the
magic of spell binding optimism,
The more you tried to lethally silence it; the more it
boisterously permeated the true spirit of endlessly
God-gifted existence; to continents fathomlessly
diversified; far and wide,
O! Yes and try as hard as you could; you simply
wouldn’t be able control it; you simply wouldn’t able
to stop it till the time you breathe and even after;
for that’s how it has forever been; that’s how it is
and by the grace of God shall forever be; O! Yes
believe it or not; but that for you is royally
unconquerable TIME…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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TITLE: “FOR ME—WHAT MADE ‘BRYANT MCGILL’ TRULY ROYAL….”
Poem on ‘Bryant Mcgill’—Internationally Acclaimed Poet, Author of World’s No.1 McGill’s English Dictionary of Rhyme, Celebrity Consultant & Inspirational Author (Official Website at bryantmcgill.com)
TITLE: “FOR ME—WHAT MADE ‘BRYANT MCGILL’ TRULY ROYAL….”
Royalty drifted most inscrutably from his ‘English Dictionary of Rhyme’; which had enchanted millions in its ebulliently rhythmic swirl—perennially captured the imagination of the globe as being the best and most inimitable of its kind,
Royalty drifted most charismatically from his ‘Benign Smile’; which made him approachable to one and all- escalated him as an instant hero of the masses as well as the most unparalleled of celebrities; alike,
Royalty drifted most enigmatically from his ‘Eternal Poems’; which magnetized every conceivable living being to bond in the spirit of love; compassion and togetherness- stirred the soul of even the ghastliest of devil to think of the divine,
Royalty drifted most bountifully from his ‘Endearing Fingers’; which unassailably intertwined with the essence of existence as it came-caressed every palpable object in vicinity with the zealous energy to unflinchingly survive,
Royalty drifted most unconquerably from his ‘Varied Charities’; which inexhaustibly strived to ameliorate every suffering on the planet—with the scepter of altruistic healing straight from the soul,
Royalty drifted most triumphantly from his ‘Magical Peace Treaty’; which timelessly breathed to unite the entire planet in a miraculous rainbow of good will and compassion—so that every human achieved true freedom its truest context,
Royalty drifted most vivaciously from his ‘Bewitching Photography’; which so astoundingly rendered color and passion to the most rustic things of life-capturing the freshness that reveled most spontaneously in the ever-proliferating countryside,
Royalty drifted most enchantingly from his ‘Countless Communities’; which majestically struck a chord with millions of Entrepreneurs/Professionals via lightening fast Internet-provided a platform for one and all to divulge the innermost realms of their conscience,
Royalty drifted most infallibly from his ‘Angelic Family’; with the divinely frolic and gestures of his daughters-enlightening many an inexplicably devastated life into a fountain of ecstatically rejuvenated breath,
Royalty drifted most symbiotically from his ‘Uninhibited Shadow’; which fearlessly taught one and all as to how a fellow living being can be helped in even the most tiniest of capacity—irrespective of the spurious differences of caste; color; religion and creed,
Royalty drifted most jubilantly from his ‘Priceless Signature’; which depicted the impeccable clarity of his undefeated ideals and thoughts; regurgitating every bit of deteriorating naked paper that it kissed,
Royalty drifted most seamlessly from his ‘Imperious Ears’; which were astoundingly sensitive to the faintest cries of his compatriots in inconsolable pain-triggered every pore of his body to selflessly rise to help and seek help—to the most ardent of his capacity,
Royalty drifted most blissfully from his ‘Ubiquitous Quotes’; which perpetuated a sky of undying inspiration in each of his readers veins-imploring them every instant to gallop forward into the road not traversed yet; and still emerge victorious,
All this and an infinite more were ofcourse true. But for me; what made ‘Bryant Mcgill’ truly ‘Royal’ was every beat of his unhindered heart palpitating solely for the religion of humanity-palpitating solely so that the entire world united into a singleton mass of friendship and love-far far and forever away from any idiosyncratic dimensions of hatred; color; caste; creed; money and tribe….
Poem Copyright © and written by Nikhil Parekh. All Rights Reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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840.
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To be hanged till death
Knotted chords of jute dangle from ceiling,
with large throat sized loop hole,
engulfed in perennial pitch darkness,
freezing cold bare stone walls,
a battalion of mosquitoes hovering around,
bone skeletons partially stuck to floor,
ghastly designs portraying execution,
clouds of dirt, with a backdropp of blood,
the ambience was complete with long iron lever,
compressible at instants of death command.
the courtroom was packed with audience,
uniformed guards, fool proof security,
black coated lawyers, bespectacled judge,
the murderer was in a sandalwood kiosk,
tears oozing from eyes, lips painted with fresh blood,
a volley of arguments followed pursuit,
law professionals displayed tact and eloquence,
with the killer being invited to dilapidated gallows,
ruthlessly hung, with dark hood covering face,
an aftermath of justice ink printing,
'TO BE HANGED TILL DEATH'
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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