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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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997.
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Be Prepared
Have your ears wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to listen to even the most thunderously roaring and passionately ignited of sounds?
Have your lips wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to stretch into even the most infinitesimal of redolently enamoring and blissfully synergistic smiles?
Have your feet wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to crawl even a decrepit inch forward; on the most irrefutably solid of land trajectory?
Has your brain wholesomely relinquished every of its ability; to react to even the most treacherously hedonistic of circumstance satanically unfurling right infront of your eyes; ready to pulverize you for the remainder of your life,
Have your fingers wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to feel even the most explicitly pronounced of shapes and forms; indefatigably floating and residing in the fabric of the eternal atmosphere?
Has your skin wholesomely relinquished every of its ability; to experience the most ardently uncontrollable sensations of panoramic pleasure and demonically annihilating of pain?
Have your bones wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to budge even a fraction forward in self defense; in order to sequester you from the most ominously sacrilegious of massacring devils?
Have your eyes wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to sight even an evanescent inch forward; even though the next step you alighted could irretrievably lead you to the gorge of morbidly silencing death?
Have your shoulders wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to hoist even an ethereally diminishing of worthless feather; an invisibly amorphous particle sulking remorsefully in the atmosphere?
Has your blood wholesomely relinquished every of its ability; to liberate into even the most obliviously slavering puddle of royally unfettered passion?
Has your stomach wholesomely relinquished every of its ability; to digest even a singleton ounce of quintessential food and water; in order to symbiotically sustain the chapter of inscrutably endowing life?
Has your neck wholesomely relinquished every of its ability; to turn even an ethereal fraction to the most vociferously unstoppable and truculently anguished cry on the soil of this fathomlessly bountiful Universe?
Have your teeth wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to holistically masticate even the most succulently savoring fruits of synergistically ever-pervading and vividly infallible mother-nature?
Have your palms wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to hold even the most ephemerally dying shadows of the people they timelessly adored; loved and possessed?
Have your cheeks wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to blush into even the most tiniest shades of unadulterated crimson; at the most mortifyingly realistic thunderstorms of sensitivity undauntedly caressing them?
Has your identity wholesomely relinquished every of its ability; to potently procreate even a parsimoniously fragile living being; of its very own virile kind?
Have your nostrils wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to discern between even the most inimitably nonplussing scents of vibrantly ecstatic life and ghoulishly forlorn blood?
Has your heart wholesomely relinquished every of its ability; to throb even an infidel fraction; although the ambience in which it triumphantly prevailed; was perennially charged with the unconquerable electricity of love?
If the answer to the above is “Yes”; then I’d still urge you to unceasingly surge forward by the grace of the Omniscient Almighty God; to embrace every echelon of tyrannized living kind; in your timelessly and insuperably victorious humanitarian swirl,
And if the answer to the above is a “Big No”; then be immediately and irrevocably prepared for the most diabolical of hell; as the Lord had bestowed upon you effulgent life only to “Live and Let Live”; only to bond every beat of your immortal heart with every traumatized element of living kind; only to wholeheartedly serve all estranged humanity till your very last breath; only to eternally share the infinite gifts of his Omnipotent Creation with each of his disciples; and not just to simply and worthlessly “Live”…
©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Beauty needs to be appreciated
THE SUN IN the cosmos itself doesn’t know the omnipotence in its shine; the blazing yellow circumventing its persona,
Its only when we profoundly admire its tenacity; the blistering heat it imparts to fumigate pallid earth; does it comes to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The crimson colored rose itself doesn’t know the mesmerizing odor it emanates; the voluptuous complexion profusely embedded in its core,
Its only when we cherish its enchanting fragrance; the stupendous sight it portrays when sighted at evanescent dawn; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The star twinkling amidst naked patches of sky itself doesn’t know its shine; the radiance that envelops its incongruous silhouette,
Its only when we applaud it for its resplendence; the illumination it provides in the chilly night; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The boundless ocean itself doesn’t know about its infinite size; the unfathomable depth it incorporates in its belly,
Its only when we exuberantly praise its swirling waves; ravishing froth striking the shores; scores of glistening white sharks swimming; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The opalescent butterfly itself doesn’t know about its multicolored wings; the swishing tentacles extruding from beneath its eyes,
Its only when we acclaim it for its nimble footed flight in the air; the delectable draughts of wind it engenders while flying; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The vivacious reptile itself doesn’t know about its hiss; the mystically slithering body it possesses,
Its only when we laud it for its tantalizingly shimmering skin; the remarkably transparent eyes; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The obdurate shell of coconut itself doesn’t know about its stone shell; the incredulous heights it projects from on the tall tree,
Its only when we value it for its appetizing juice; the immaculate and sumptuous pulp incarcerated in its walls; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The slime-coated oyster itself doesn’t know about its wealth; the loose ferns agglutinated to its visage,
Its only when we treasure it for its scintillating pearls; the rejuvenating salty water which ejects when we slice its body; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The newly born infant itself doesn’t know about its innocuous heart; the tiny legs that caress its mother,
Its only when we clap at it for mustering courage to walk; the frivolous smiles it does when tickled; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
Beauty is a virtue embodied in all of us transgressing through the surface of this earth; it is a blessing we are all born with,
All though we remain indiscreetly oblivious to it; as we don’t admire it,
Beauty is too precious to be neglected; too sacrosanct to be ignominiously condemned; beauty needs to be appreciated.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
Nikhil Parekh
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999.
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Because
Because it was torrentially raining from fathomless
carpets of crimson sky; I was flamboyantly ecstatic;
surging forward many a continent; with unprecedented
euphoria in my veins,
Because the Sun was brilliantly shimmering; I was full
and profound with dazzling enlightenment; to
optimistically lead each instant of vivaciously
blissful life,
Because the nightingale was melodiously singing; I
felt besieged with whirlwinds of tantalizing
enchantment; profusely reinvigorating every iota of my
beleaguered countenance; with the celestial cadence in
the atmosphere,
Because the ocean was ravishingly undulating; I felt
philandering on the most exhilarating expedition of my
life; handsomely kissing all benign goodness
uninhibitedly wandering around; with the fervor of an
ebulliently untamed prince,
Because the sheep were innocuously chewing grass on
the velvety meadows; I felt as if immaculately
bouncing through the turnstiles of supreme innocence;
harmoniously assimilating all philanthropic
graciousness prevalent on this bountiful planet,
Because the kite was soaring majestically through the
silken clouds; I felt unequivocally bereft of even the
most infinitesimal of tensions in murderously
manipulative life; euphorically galloping forward to
embrace the winds of astounding mysticism,
Because perennial rivers of holistic honey dribbled
delectably from the hive; I felt like an unassailably
priceless prince; romantically enshrouding every
cranny of my devastated persona; with fireballs of
compassionate yearning,
Because the wind swept the panoramic landscape in
tumultuous torrents; I felt unfathomably rhapsodic;
boisterously leaping like a new born child;
nostalgically reminiscing the most gloriously
scintillating moments of my impoverished life,
Because streaks of poignant lightening vividly
bludgeoned the misty sky; I felt unsurpassable waves
of dynamic patriotism prolifically enshroud my
demeanor from all sides; propelling me to relinquish
every breath of mine; for the sake of my sacrosanct
motherland,
Because the squirrels were fervently bustling through
the gregarious kaleidoscope of vibrantly rustling
trees; I felt as if existence was endless; chalking my
very own path to survive; on every step that I tread,
Because the lions were thunderously roaring; I felt
valiantly encapsulated by a wind of unflinching
charisma; indefatigably blazing my way forward; on the
path of eternal righteousness,
Because the dewdrops were romantically glimmering in
the ethereal morning light; I felt like an
illuminating beam of fortitude; magnanimously
infiltrating into every dwelling entrenched with
horrendously inexplicable despair,
Because unconquerably voluptuous scent wafted from the
garden of stupendously blossoming roses; I felt as if
even the most inconspicuous of misery had wholesomely
vanquished from my life; freshly embarking on a trail
of gorgeously spell binding newness,
Because the Moon flirted resplendently in the
firmament of aristocratic sky; I felt profusely
drowned in an enigmatic reservoir of milky fantasy;
enthralling every pore of my dead flesh; with the
incomprehensible titillation of the starry night,
Because the lids mischievously winked with the
beautifully setting Sun; I felt overwhelmingly seduced
by nubile maidens whistling in rapturous delight;
bequeathing a countless more lives of mine; at their
mysteriously pristine feet,
Because my newly born child wailed in immaculately
godly unison; I felt as if the most grandiloquently
richest organism alive; marvelously condoning even the
most vociferously pertinent of my enemies; yet alive,
Because the shadows inscrutably lengthened with the
rampantly fading light; I felt indefatigably stumbling
upon a path of innovatively ingenious intrigue;
fabulously whispering the innermost desires of my
soul; to the radiantly silent leaves,
Because my mother incessantly kept me close to her
divinely bosom; I felt the most invincibly blessed man
on this gigantic planet; taking birth for times
immemorial; only in the impregnable walls of her
heavenly womb,
And because the thunderbolts of immortal love
perpetually perpetuated into the corridors of my
passionately palpitating heart; I felt as if
synergistically breathing till beyond the realms of
wonderful eternity; felt as if death could not even
make the slightest dent on me; and forever alive….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1000.
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Beds
When I tried sleeping on a king sized bed of pure
gold,
engulfed my persona in quilts embossed with biscuits
of exquisite silver,
I took extreme caution while tossing and turning,
my body vehemently refrained to sleep all night,
so as to preserve crisp creases in the rich bricks of
dazzling yellow.
When I attempted sleeping on luxury beds embodied in
ornate satin,
a mattress of wild musk grass firmly riveted to its
face,
with ravishing cologne sprinkled bountifully all over,
and slippery floss tickling numerous zones of my
silhouette,
the royal environment of sponge evaporated
indispensable traces of sleep.
When I ventured sleeping on colossal beds of pearl
soap tablets,
with minute scriptures articulately scribbled all
over,
and the fragrance of sea oyster emanating wildly from
all quarters,
my body felt fidgety, satisfying itself with
abstemious amounts of
sleep.
When I dared sleeping on plush beds of dotted panther
skin,
the softness in flesh texture sinking me down,
ghastly premonitions of the live beast flooded my
mind,
I awakened with panic stricken jolts in middle of the
night.
I then made resolute resolves to sleep on bed carpets
of solitary road,
with the creamy moon impregnating me with beams of
tranquil calm,
mundane noises of vehicular traffic sporadically
flooding my ear,
the tepid breeze my passionate companion,
and the pitch dark blackness my quilt for the night,
I instantaneously fell asleep with dreariness of the
previous nights now
converted to loud snores.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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