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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Both the hands of my creator
Even if the entire world kicked me brutally in my
rear; not accepting me for my aberrant behavior and
eccentric way of living,
Even if the entire world considered me as an
untouchable; repelling a thousand meters away from me;
complaining about foul stench,
Even if the entire world perceived me as horrendously
black; a profoundly appalling sight to confront with
even in the blackest of night,
Even if the entire world thought me to be an imbecile
buffoon; not possessing the ability to converse
eloquently; stuttering miserably at every word I
spoke,
Even if the entire world conceived me to be cold ice;
lazily staring into open space without moving a single
finger in the day,
Even if the entire world banged me incorrigibly hard
in the stomach; kept me famished for fortnights on the
trot under the sweltering fire ball of Sun,
Even if the entire world banished me from every
religion; stripping me of my rustic attire;
incarcerating each part of my body in hideously
gleaming chains,
Even if the entire world laughed at me incessantly for
my indigenous and village like voice; vehemently
condemned me for not adhering to the norms of the
supremely sophisticated society,
Even if the entire world refrained to talk to me;
sneering at me scornfully for not following a spurious
chain of religious policies,
Even if the entire world spat at me for growing an
abysmally long beard; not walking on the roads with my
arms and legs perfectly aligned and in excellent
synchronization,
Even if the entire world whipped me for choosing an
unconventional path of writing poetry; not marching
towards office at the stringent unfurling of 9 'O'
clock in the morning; interacting with an ambience
overwhelmingly laden with glamour and stupendous
gaiety,
Even if the entire world tenaciously opposed my virtue
of speaking the most bitter of truth; lying naked on
the streets when I could I have easily earned millions
by uttering a string of blatant lies,
Even if the entire world furtively chalked policies to
defeat me; plotting nefarious schemes to overtopple me
behind my back,
Even if the entire world addressed me by a volley of
incoherent abuse; flooding my innocent ears with
nothing else but indiscriminate tunes of malice,
Even if the entire world rejected me for my stubborn
ideals; ubiquitously propagating all mankind,
Even if the entire world orphaned me; shutting their
doors savagely on my face with the onset of chill and
shimmering twilight,
Even if the entire world stood like an invincible
fortress in my way; not letting me and my beloved
breathe the slightest; strangulating us with their
barbaric norms and ways,
Even if the entire world discarded me like a pack of
burnt matchsticks; placing me in a remote iron prison
high on the summit of the mountains,
And inspite of all this; I would still be the happiest
man on this earth; would feel the most blessed of all;
as I had both the hands of my creator harboring me
from all sides; seeing to it and immortally ensuring
that each fantasy of mine converted itself into a
veritable reality
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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90.
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Cakes
As i strolled languidly on smooth cakes of road
tarmac,
stringent pellets of sunshine struck my eyes,
blistering sheets of wind whipped petite regions of my
flesh,
the steaming persona of ground formed a volley of
cracks,
radiating at right angles from my slender soled feet.
when i frivolously wandered on the fluorescent cake of
midnight moon,
ornately draped angels collided with soft cushions of
my hair,
the ambience was overflowing with a sedative calm,
blotches of crime had faded into kingdoms of oblivion,
my conscience reverberated with impeccable nostalgia of
early childhood.
after walking for long hours on cakes of snow,
savage blizzards hitting my cheek like an army of
pistol bullets,
infinite territories of my skin transiting to an
embarrassing crimson red,
the inner periphery of my ear frozen in the deafening
cold,
i willing settled for a cupful of boiling ginger tea.
all i wanted was a cake topped with icy peppermint,
consisting of tons of chocolate curry,
topped up with immaculate dressings of blood red
cherry,
a cake which could quench my insatiable gluttony,
awaken sweet memories of perpetual love which i had
inadvertently craved for,
put me to sleep with an aura of immortal bliss
encompassing my face,
dreaming about the palpable goodness that ever did
exist.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Casting an immortal spell
The boisterously bumbling bees cast an enchanting
spell upon this effulgently colossal Universe; with
their royal cisterns of pristinely golden honey,
The handsomely crimson roses cast an unbreakable spell
upon this beautifully panoramic Universe; with their
whirlpools of uninhibitedly enamoring scent,
The resplendent festoon of stars cast an enlightening
spell upon this marvelously gigantic Universe; with
their gloriously eternal fountain of; ecstatically
twinkling light,
The timelessly Omnipotent Sun cast an everlasting
spell upon this unbelievably mystical Universe; with
its unstoppably victorious beams of unflinching
happiness,
The ecstatically fructifying forest cast a mesmerizing
spell upon this gorgeously romantic Universe; with its
endlessly astounding proliferation into a civilization
of unparalleled newness,
The serenely emollient meadows of grass cast an
invincible spell upon this eternally ebullient
Universe; with their aristocratically heavenly river
of incredulously blessing dew-drops,
The jubilantly kingly eagles cast a euphoric spell
upon this boundlessly benign Universe; with their
uninhibitedly altruistic and symbiotically vibrant
flight,
The ingratiatingly milky Moon cast a formidable spell
upon this wonderfully vivid Universe; with its
indefatigably impregnable illumination of the
cadaverously gory and blackened night,
The blearily wide eye owl cast its spell upon this
eclectically inimitable Universe; with its tales of
unsurpassably philanthropic wisdom; even after the
striking of invidiously sinister midnight,
The tantalizingly undulating sea cast its spell upon
this inscrutably effervescent Universe; with its
magically frosty and sensuously rejuvenating waves,
The newly born infant cast its spell upon this
blessedly vast Universe; with its unadulterated winks
of supremely unassailable mischief; and virgin cries,
The chocolate brown deserts cast their spell upon this
limitlessly enthralling Universe; with their unitedly
synergistic sands charismatically glimmering for
infinite more births yet to unveil,
The seductively emerald crested nightingales cast
their spell upon this immaculately fathomless
Universe; with their mellifluously astonishing and
Omnipotently mitigating voice,
The luminescent mountains cast their spell upon this
unendingly harmonious Universe; with their indomitably
Herculean and tirelessly blazing peaks,
The sacrosanct cow cast its spell upon this supremely
garnished Universe; with its pearly streams of
quintessentially life-yielding and Omnipresent milk,
The flaming candle cast its spell upon this timelessly
serenaded Universe; with its tantalizingly
reinvigorating flicker of hope; amidst apocalypses of
pathetically dolorous darkness,
The compassionate tufts of sheep skin cast their spell
upon this patriotically flowering Universe; with their
magnetically electrifying caverns of unprecedented
warmth,
The inferno of Omnisciently indispensable breath cast
its spell upon this dexterously varied Universe; with
its triggering of pricelessly princely life even in
the most ghoulishly lackadaisical of graves,
And the perpetually passionate heart cast their spell
upon this robustly exhilarating Universe; with its
beats of immortally insuperable and selflessly
infinite love
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(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Doors
When collapsible doors of the aircraft opened at high
altitude,
hordes of passenger were hurled out at volcanic
speeds,
nose-diving devoid of apparatus towards the hard skull
of earth.
as sliding doors of the train were exposed to
atmosphere,
the century old engine clambering through ice clad
domains of the mountain,
chilly currents of wind froze my breath momentarily.
wrought iron doors of submarine opened underwater,
the vociferous sea flooded into the compact interiors,
blending the luxurious ambience of wooden floor with
scores of jelly fish.
when ornate doors of the currency safe brushed across
light particles of air,
strong beams of sunlight filtered inside,
accentuating the glory of life bestowing colored
paper.
translucent glass doors of the Mercedes swung open,
satin upholstery of cushioned leather welcomed me
inside,
enchanting clouds of perfume settled on my skin,
the driving wheel felt as light as a dog whisker,
as the car sky rocketed a few inches above the ground,
zipping past picturesque falls cascading from
umpteenth spots of the
mountain.
and finally when i unfastened strings imprisoning
tender doors of my heart,
there lay a crystal clear picture of my beloved,
drowning in deep waters with her hand tightly clasped
in mine,
this was the door i intended to seal forever,
with a fountain of blood evacuted from deep within our
veins.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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