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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Be Captured
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Float in the valleys of eternally ravishing desire; letting each miserably tyrannized nerve of yours; being wholesomely consumed by the sensuously velvet blackness that majestically ruled each inch,
Romance in the clouds of amiably handsome compassion; letting the mellifluously silken puffs of ivory white; rekindle the chords of flirtatiously newborn mischief in your soul,
Fantasize in the forests of unabashedly glorious enigma; letting the stupendously virgin dew drops of mother nature; ignite the ultimate spark in your drearily monotonous life,
Languish in the webs of inexplicably titillating creativity; uninhibitedly expressing every ounce of lazy energy entrapped in your bones; to the most unprecedented limits,
Bask in the sun of blazingly unfettered triumph; letting the rays of unflinching optimism; royally enlighten every pore of your penuriously diminishing existence,
Adventure in the sea of indefatigably roaring exhilaration; letting the waves of exultating freedom; liberate every incarcerated ingredient of your estranged blood,
Create in the cradle of innocuously untamed childhood; letting the unfathomably swirling energy of fresh creation; metamorphose you once again into the spell-binding aroma of the wondrous birth,
Sleep in the belly of ubiquitously healing Mother Nature; blending even the most latent pore of your skin; with the most ecstatically pristine rudiments of your heritage and creation,
Gallop in the fields of ardently bountiful festivity; gushing past at a speed greater than that of turbulent wind; witnessing the melody of magical creation; ebulliently spawn at every step,
Embrace in the heaven of egalitarian companionship; shrugging even the most infinitesimal of your discrimination; to assimilate the oneness of Gods creation in each pulse of your existence,
Sing in the breeze of brazenly unstoppable evolution; letting the infallible rhapsody in your sound; perpetuate a tingling newness; in an infinite more civilizations yet to arrive,
Scintillate on the apogees of timelessly impregnable freedom; letting every torturously enslaved ingredient of your countenance; perennially shimmer in the undefeated playground of this effulgent Universe,
Dance in the night of unconquerably enthusing bewilderment; wholesomely letting your gauntly impoverished bones; gyrate to the beats of the miraculously uniting blackness,
Whisper in the wilderness of inscrutably untainted imagination; letting the fragrance of your poignantly cascading breath; m้lange and become wholesomely one with the vastness of the voluptuous atmosphere,
Flirt through the hillocks of vividly reverberating enthrallment; gleefully entwining your palms with those of every nubile maiden alive; to happily march the walk of spectacular life,
Procreate in the lap of tantalizingly timeless earth; planting the seeds of your unsurpassably endowed virility; to let the chapter of life continue for an infinite more births as Alive,
Rationalize on the streets of quintessentially inevitable practicality; letting each deplorably beleaguered and hackneyed sense of yours; get the real ferocious punch of life,
Breathe in the civilizations of candidly untamed openness; letting not even the most invisible insinuation of manipulation or prejudice; set abhorrent fire to your soul,
And then eventually be captured in the unassailable entrenchment of perpetually blessing love; to ensure that this Universe fervently palpitates now; and continues to beautifully do so; forever and ever and ever
ฉฎcopyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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86.
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Before
BEFORE THE PINNACLE of mount Everest; there was a plethora of barricades to be confronted,
Before plummeting down to the bottom of the fathomless ocean; one had to face a battalion of wild sharks,
Before winning the coveted title of wrestling champion; there was the arduous endeavor of toning a jugglery of muscle,
Before harnessing the art of devouring glass; one had to learn to incessantly consume obdurate food,
Before swimming against choppy waters of the perennial river; one had to acqurie skills of floating in the shallow pool,
Before adroitly sketching articulate forms of scenic beauty; one had to know the art of blending color,
Before reciting mesmerizing notes of melodious music; one had to aware of the cadence of sound,
Before running at swashbuckling speeds in torrential showers of rain; one had to assimilate the vigor to walk,
Before tumultuously bursting into fits of sporadic laughter; one should know how to smile,
Before constructing the grandiloquent Taj Mahal of juxtaposed brick; one must have the skill to build a compact wall,
Before driving a high powered bike through the mountain roads; it was indispensable to posses the prowess of synchronized balance,
Before sculpturing ornate statues to scented wax; one should incorporate the technique of molding clay,
Before beheading a person in war with pugnacious swishes of the scepter; one must have the profound courage to hold one,
Before gliding down the picturesque valley strapped to parachute strings; one should master the ingredients of adventure,
Before encountering the ominous panther head on; one must develop a compassion for the animate beast,
Before gulping down pints of frozen water; one should savor the taste of Luke warm milk,
Before witnessing stupendous parables of jubilation; one must trespass through the tyranny of sorrow,
Before sleeping blissfully on a mattress of silken gold; one should inevitably perspire under the blistering heat of the sun,
Before transiting to realms of uninvited old age; one must experience the exuberance of resplendent youth,
Before dancing in the aisles of passionate romance; one should thoroughly mature in responsibility,
And before the commencing the activities of each day; one must indispensably worship the deity he believes in; praying for celestial solace from the creator.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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87.
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Blood Red Apple Juice
I flung pointed pebbles leaning on the balcony rail,
gnawed incessantly at my soft finger flesh,
poked at entangled knots of hair mixing long
fingernails with scalp zone,
spit loads of saliva on pavements of stale concrete,
kicked violently at loose chunks of sand lying
unattended,
tore every bit of transparent cloth in close
proximity,
trampled on infinite insects that lurked
infuriatingly(irritatingly) across my
way,
devoured solid bones of calcium, crushing them with my
teeth,
peeled crisp wall paint in plenty with incoherent
strokes of footnail,
ripped triangular caps from compressed bottles of soda
drink,
spilled jars containing carbon ink on satiny covers of
the bedroom mattress,
plucked masses of grass blades rolling languidly in
undulating landscape of
the garden,
transformed pencil ends to distorted junk by
repetitive chewing,
added tones of salt to fruit juice before consumption,
pedaled my bicycle till a river of sweat descended
down my neck,
revolved my body in clockwise journeys at electric
beats of music,
trimmed waste hair emanating sparsely from twin
nostrils,
applied scented lotion to the back of palm to
revitalize skin,
roamed aimlessly through solitary streets at the onset
of midnight.
Weird situations of nil work had made me fidgety,
Obsessions for exorbitant adventure seemed
to be fast fading,
I strolled at fast pace across the periphery of my
fruit orchard,
Clambered up a tall tree bearing blood red apple,
Snatched it deftly from within its house of green
leaf,
Drank sweet juice charged with small pints of
ravishing flavour,
From deep cores within its delicately tender heart.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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88.
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Blotches
I sprinkled bountiful water on the cluster of tree
leaves; granting their
surface a scintillating radiance and shine,
Yet they developed disdainful blotches of dust on
their persona; as the rustic
wind blew in wild draughts.
I polished the marble with moulds of wax and feathery
sponge; continued to do
so until it glistened,
Yet it developed a series of blue blotches; as the
toddlers unwittingly
spilled globules of writing ink.
I wore a crisp cotton shirt entwined with threads of
white silk in the
morning; meticulously wiping of all the dirt with my
snake brush,
Yet it developed a blend of obnoxious blotches; as the
tyranny of sun and
perspiration overpowered me in entirety.
I voraciously scrubbed the wall using a lather of
antiseptic foam;
scrupulously cleansing all the unwanted grime,
Yet it developed infinite blotches and irregular scars
minutes later; as the
cars traversing blew a load of contaminated gutter
water.
I tenaciously rubbed the interiors of the cloistered
well using battens of
steel; made sure that the grease and stale algae was
thoroughly annihilated,
Yet the surface developed blotches of black mud along
with a fleet of
incorrigible termite; as a few nights passed by.
I rigorously scraped all the mud from the temple
bells; making their demeanor
sparkle in the midday sun,
Yet they developed a plethora of blotches juxtaposed
with ghastly stains; as
scores of devotees incessantly rang them creating a
pandemonium.
I delicately chiseled streaks of condensed clay from
my fingernail; to render
it with a salubrious complexion,
Yet it developed painted blotches stuffed with trapped
particles; a few hours
after I consumed my meal of boiled rice.
I stringently brushed my bare bruise with a concoction
of medicinal balm and
ointment; to eradicate prevailing infection,
Yet it developed hostile blotches; seconds later when
it was exposed to
acerbic atmosphere.
I adroitly brushed off briquettes of soil from my pet
dogs skin; bathing him
in a tub replete with soapy foam,
Yet he developed irrevocable blotches of green on his
skin; after rolling
uninhibitedly in the grass.
It was now the turn of my beloved; I made her stand in
the most blistering of
fire; the most savage of oceans; the most lecherous of
society,
She withstood the test with tumultuous endurance;
escaped without a single
indentation on all occasions; facing an army of
acrimonious tests in her
life,
And the most astounding thing was; she didnt acquire
any scars; her heart was
as pure as gold; her character immaculate and her
conscience was free of the
remotest of blotch.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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