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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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The Best of the best of the Infinite best
I didn’t want to be like the best ocean on this Universe; unrelentingly
kissing nothing else but the gloriously pristine shores,
I didn’t want to be like the best mountain on this Universe;
unassailably
towering like an unflinching citadel; even in the most hedonistically
acrimonious of maelstroms,
I didn’t want to be like the best forest on this Universe; mystically
swishing to the exuberantly enigmatic winds of time; all night and
beautiful
day,
I didn’t want to be like the best pearl on this Universe; unconquerably
enthralling even the most treacherously alien; with my resplendently
majestic shimmer and shine,
I didn’t want to be like the best statue on this Universe;
indefatigably
having a gargantuan battalion of impeccable devotees; flocking my feet
in
humble obeisance and perennially round the clock,
I didn’t want to be like the best flower on this Universe; unbelievably
pacifying even the most horrendously unlimited trace of pain; with my
stupendously royal scent,
I didn’t want to be like the best cloud on this Universe; perpetually
deluging every disconcertingly bereaved cranny of parched earth; with
my
exotically tantalizing raindrops,
I didn’t want to be like the best watch on this Universe; nonplussing
even
the most astonishingly ingenious of organisms with my timelessly
ticking and
invincible perfection,
I didn’t want to be like the best dwelling on this Universe;
assimilating
even the most infinitesimally insipid beauty of this romantically
panoramic
planet; in my blissfully compassionate swirl,
I didn’t want to be like the best artist on this Universe; miraculously
churning an unfathomable ocean of godliness; even in the most inanely
pulverized scrap of impoverished paper,
I didn’t want to be like the best philosopher on this Universe; with
even
the most indomitable of superpowers bowing down like flaccid mice; on
my
incongruously bohemian feet,
I didn’t want to be like the best bird on this Universe; magically
sailing
like an impregnable prince through even portions above azure sky;
stooping
down with extraordinarily nonchalant ease; to pluck at the fish of my
choice,
I didn’t want to be like the best clown on this Universe; perpetuating
even
the most drearily dying entity; to fulminate into a cloudburst of
enchantingly newborn laughter,
I didn’t want to be like the best prodigy on this Universe; perpetually
shutting the mouths of every single entity elder to me with my
uncannily
inimitable charisma; and right since the very first cry of my life,
I didn’t want to be like the best adventurer on this Universe;
intrepidly
singing through an indefatigable number of arcane twists and turns;
fearlessly snoozing with the snakes all throughout the heart of
iridescently
twinkling midnight,
I didn’t want to be like the best lover on this Universe;
altruistically
sacrificing my infinite lives and breath; for the person I so
impregnably
cherished and loved,
I didn’t want to be like the best fragrance on this Universe;
incredulously
titillating one and all handsomely alike; with my eternally spell
binding
scent,
I didn’t want to be like the best luminary on this Universe;
perennially
radiating and marvelously serenaded; by unshakable cynosure; cynosure
and
just relentless cynosure,
I just wanted to be myself; I just wanted to be the human I was
destined to
be; For in the first case no entity tangible or intangible; no organism
or
human on this planet could ever be or ever dream of being the best; as
the “
Best” would perpetually remain the Almighty Lord who had created them
all,
All of them as a holistically symbiotic institutions in themselves;
blissfully proliferating the mantra’s of his sacrosanct existence; but
still
ethereally infinitesimal molecules when compared to his Omnipotent
stature;
as he was the only ultimate; the only BEST OF THE BEST OF THE INFINITE
BEST….
©COPYRIGHT—2003, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Nikhil Parekh
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102.
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The Dress in Pure and Powerful Black…
The dress to unsurpassably thrill her; lift her to infinite altitude from her nimble feet; as she was plaintively traversing through bland patches of erratically cut green grass,
The dress to uncannily excite her; metamorphose even the most disparagingly infertile of her moods; into a eternally ardent and royal proliferation,
The dress to timelessly enchant her; rouse even the most cadaverously limp follicle of hair on her skin; to beyond the epitome of Everest; in the revitalizing stillness of the atmosphere,
The dress to majestically silence her; quell even the most insouciant of her apprehensions; with the invincible magic of profound charisma and compassionate royalty,
The dress to perennially magnetize her; perpetuate even the most ephemerally fluttering of shadow; to follow and forever entwine with the essence of your personality,
The dress to inimitably impress her; tirelessly evoke the most inscrutable tingling in her flesh; an unstoppable yearning in her chest to embrace every quarter of your demeanor,
The dress to uncontrollably triumph her; attain perpetual victory over her silken countenance; as she nimbly surrendered even the most ethereal of her intimate senses to your unconquerably handsome swirl,
The dress to timelessly conquer her; leave an intransigent impression of your wondrously fervent personality; upon every globule of fiery sweat that dribbled down her ecstatic skin,
The dress to effortlessly liberate her; wholesomely emptying even the most disastrously maiming of her tensions into sheer nothingness; as she solely floated in the aisles of untamed desire,
The dress to inadvertently capture her; eventually gather complete control over even the most oblivious insinuations of her shadow; as she helplessly melted deeper and deeper into the blacks of your piercing eyes,
The dress to inexplicably provoke her; trigger the dormant labyrinths of creative energy entrapped in her spirit; to unlimitedly fulminate into an unceasing festoon of miraculous innovation,
The dress to undyingly fascinate her; foment her to fantasize beyond the realms of the mundane; and till the last cloud that hovered on the blissfully golden horizons,
The dress to unchallangably win her; infallibly draw even the most imperturbable part of her persona towards your undefeated masculinity; even in the most invisibly flickering of light,
The dress to pricelessly cast a spell on her; make her minutely feel even the most unexplored of your vibrant imagery; through heart-renderingly poignant telepathy,
The dress to reincarnate the artist in her; granting fresh life to the haplessly dead tombs of virility in her soul; as she unabashedly let nectar to slip from each pore of her body; and blend with every single ingredient of the atmosphere,
The dress to effulgently impregnate her; replenish every aspect of her drearily impoverished existence; with everything that was beautifully and merrily abounding on this uninhibited planet,
The dress to insuperably propose her; with a surety of nothing else but ‘yes’ rebounding back from the swish of her tongue; as majestically kissed the farthest finger of her queenly hands,
The dress to phlegmatically reborn her; inevitably make her rise from her languid corpse; unfathomably flustered by the sheer size and enigmatic shades of your larger than life personality,
Was. O! Yes undoubtedly was. The Dress in Pure and Powerful Black. In the Pure blackness of the voluptuously embellished and sensuously blessed night….
©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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103.
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The heart of betrayal
The sting of the mosquito; renders just an
inconspicuous spurt of pain on naked flesh,
Whereas the sting of greed; profoundly decimates
blissful civilizations into horrendous bits of
pulverized ash….
The growl of the panther; transiently paralyzes
boisterous traces of palpable life,
Whereas the growl of violence; metamorphoses
brilliantly blazing light of the day into a cloud of
perpetual darkness…
The sword of piquant iron; renders you ethereally
unconscious with its flurry of inevitable wounds,
Whereas the sword of lies; buries you infinite feet
beneath your grave; massacring your conscience into
sleazy pulp towards the fathomless sky….
The blanket of thorns; foments you to squeal a trifle
everytime you tried to tread upon your spellbinding
feet,
Whereas the blanket of slavery; makes you a criminal
for centuries unprecedented in the court of celestial
existence…
The whirlpool of sand; obscured your vision for
infinitesimal instants; ephemerally sequestering you
from the reality of life,
Whereas the whirlpool of manipulation; irrevocably
cursed each organism alive with the most tyrannical of
deaths.….
The bars of the prison; made irascible inroads into
normally unveiling lifestyles,
Whereas the bars of pompousness; made irrefutably sure
you kept hovering between heaven and hell even before
veritable death…
The tunnel of darkness; temporarily dislocated you;
propelling you to stumble towards the ground as you
frantically tried to gauge your gloomy surroundings,
Whereas the tunnel of crime stretched beyond realms of
infinite infinity; with the only end being your
hedonistically distorted corpse….
The clouds of thunder clashed viciously in the sky;
dumbfounding you for fraction seconds of time,
Whereas the clouds of discrimination; invincibly
ensured that there would not be the tiniest trace of
light; even in the most Omnipotent of sunshine….
And the heart of stress; fluttered nervously every now
and again; but still survived on potent panaceas of
holistic medicine,
But the heart of betrayal; remained perpetually frozen
for infinite births of it to unveil; even though it
harbored the most tumultuous of beats…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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104.
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Till the time we Lived….
To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would perpetuate each barren pore of your skin with so much exhilaration; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my ecstasy; even after I died,
To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would tantalize your brain with so many fantasies of majestic creation; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my sensuality; even after I died,
To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would rekindle your emptiness with so many fires of untamed virility; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my ardor; even after I died,
To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would transform every defeat of yours into so many triumphs of infallible optimism; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my courage; even after I died,
To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would enlighten your hapless eyes with so many shades of blazing fearlessness; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my valor; even after I died,
To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would complete each unfinished line of your destiny with so many positive ramifications; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my fragrance; even after I died,
To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would caress each bleeding cranny of your lips with so many befriending kisses; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my compassion; even after I died,
To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would disentangle each miserably hackneyed sense of yours with so many mystical moments; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my bountifulness; even after I died,
To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would impregnate each ingredient of your alien blood with so much royal oneness; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my humanity; even after I died,
To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would permeate each chord of your monotonous eardrum with so many rhapsodic tunes; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my sweetness; even after I died,
To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would heal each of your obsolete wounds with so many panaceas of companionship; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my intimacy; even after I died,
To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would nurse each of your inexplicable wails with so many songs of mother nature; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my freshness; even after I died,
To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would wipe each of your tears with so many flames of my desire; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my exuberance; even after I died,
To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would guide each dwindling path of yours to so many corridors of magical utopia; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my inspiration; even after I died,
To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would befriend your inconsolably amputated palms with so many handshakes; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my conviction; even after I died,
To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would fortify each broken bone of yours with so many threads of redolent humanity; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my humility; even after I died,
To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would ameliorate your shattered soul with so many colors of this vivacious Universe; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my versatility; even after I died,
To die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would reinvigorate your asphyxiated breath with so many winds of divinely creation; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my enchantment; even after I died,
And to die together was perhaps impossible in this birth; but I promise you O! beloved; that till the time we lived; I would consecrate your betrayed heart with so many beats of perpetual faith; that you would immortally exist with nothing else but my love; even after I died…
©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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