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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1157.
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Brutally Broken Heart…
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the diminutively flickering flame of the obfuscated candle; which intermittently sprang up rays of jubilant hope in the ghastliest of blackness,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on those rare and Spartan globules of water; haplessly trapped amidst the sweltering granules of the desert soil,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the sporadically appearing rainbows in the hazily lit expanse of sky; which cast a spell of uncanny enchantment upon every organism alive,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the enigmatically tantalizing mirages; which inexhaustibly kept the spirit of existence and aspirations alive,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the invisible droplets of blood of their sacred ancestors; which were the most altruistic rays of optimism amidst the profusely blood stained battlefield,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the precariously thin line which ran between insuperable truth and flagrant lies; which gave them the option of relishing both aspects of mundane life,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the fragrance of the seasonal lotus; which suddenly sprouted out of nowhere in the middle of livid slush; and yet miraculously enlightened every frazzled eyeball alive,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the very first droplet of rain which cascaded from sensuously cloudy sky; inexplicably tracing a countless of their past existence in its pristine glimmer,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the ladders of distant friendship; which though being continents and generations apart; always kept them hopeful of hearing a compassionately cheerful voice from the other end,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on that befuddling magicians wand; which appeared only at its own will; but when it did-it perpetuated in them a brand new fervor to exuberantly exist,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the haphazardly incongruous lines of their palms; which incessantly whetted their appetite for the very best to yet arrive in their severely devastated lives,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the parsimonious trickle of fantasies that time and again tickled their brain; making them experience undisguised utopia—right here on planet earth itself,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the blissfully tranquilizing shadows of serenity; which majestically calmed their nomadically beleaguered soles with the true panacea of life,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the oars of untamed adventure; which at times unflinchingly stood; yet at times pathetically drowned to the rock bottom of worthless clay-as the storm viciously struck out of nowhere,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the cry of every divinely new-born infant; which reached them more invincibly closer and closer to their respective gods and beliefs,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the fabric of unconquerable simplicity; which made them naturally relinquish each sinful desire and be a true comrade to their infinite other mates in unimaginable pain,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on the gorge of unprecedented risks; which perennially ignited the spark of their existence; till an infinite boundaries beyond their cognizance,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on their immortal beloved; who became their Omnipotent guiding light in every state of their exultation and limitless duress,
Whilst I spent my entire life; leaning solely on the beats of my brutally betrayed and broken heart; which although perfidiously shattered; still made me breathe like a perfectly symbiotic human—before I ultimately forced my way into my veritable grave…
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Nikhil Parekh
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1158.
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Bubbles
When I pricked a large bubble impregnated with acid;
infinite droplets of
fumes flew all over my persona,
Transforming my glowing skin; into complete shambles
of pathetic brown; and I
emitted a few tears unable to bear the anguish.
When I pricked minuscule bubbles of soap emanating
from the bathtub; a pungent
spray flew in my eyes,
It was as if someone had hurled tones of chili powder;
and the interiors of my
eye developed a severe red allergy.
When I pricked rotund bubbles incorporated with honey;
sweet globs of liquid
fell on my face,
I felt nice in the beginning; but it soon became a
disdainful nuisance; as
clusters of stinging ants clambered up at fast pace.
When I pricked plastic bubbles looking thoroughly
inflated; a sudden gush of
stale air rushed across my lips,
There was a deafening roar produced that inundated my
ears; and for the next
few minutes I was unable to decode sound.
When I pricked bubbles filled with crimson blood; my
immaculate clothes
acquired blotches of red,
A sickening smell encompassed the ambience; and I felt
like vomiting out
consumed food; wanting to eliminate the process of
death.
When I pricked bubbles compactly filled with frozen
ice; tiny nuggets of ice
cascaded down my neck,
Umpteenth hair on my body stood up due to impact of
the bitter cold; and my
teeth started to violently clatter.
When I pricked frothy bubbles wafting out of a stray
dogs mouth; a fountain of
water gently caressed my face,
A fetid stench arose in the air; and I knew I had an
overwhelming chance of
contracting deadly rabies.
When I pricked bubbles drifting from the periphery of
sizzling hot tea;
blistering sprays of water collided with my face,
Scalding sensitive arenas of my silhouette as they
trickled down my chest;
also my body smelt of tea leaf for remainder of the
day.
When I pricked bubbles generated by the ravishing sea
waves; salty foam struck
me stringently in my face,
My eyes started to profusely water; with an inevitable
sensation to scratch
painstakingly developing all throughout.
Eventually when I pricked the colossal bubble of our
perennial love; there was
a rainfall of fragrant water; that imprisoned us in
bonds of immortal
embrace,
And there were many more such bubbles which
proliferated every unleashing
minute; uniting us for the present and many births to
unveil in the distant
future
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1159.
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Bucket of breath
A bucket of stones; to built and resurrect my
gruesomely broken dwelling,
A bucket of sparkling water; to clean my unwashed
body; annihilate the last iota of dirt incorrigibly
adhering to remote corner of my skin,
A bucket of food; to wholesomely appease the
overwhelming pangs of hunger in my famished stomach;
my volcanic desire to chew,
A bucket of flocculent cotton fluff; to impart me with
compassionate warmth in the heart of frozen winter,
A bucket of intractable glue; to coalesce the
shattered fragments of distorted glass in which I
sighted my heavenly reflection,
A bucket of scintillating pearls; to sustain the
vagaries of day to day and uncouthly monotonous life,
A bucket of feather tipped pens; to emboss and evolve
infinite lines of spell binding literature,
A bucket of ominously black clouds; showering
thunderbolts of tantalizing rain on the trajectory of
this scorched planet,
A bucket of antiseptic detergent; to decimate those
inconspicuous germs lingering round my immaculate
persona,
A bucket of sizzling tea; to profusely reinvigorate
and stimulate my every languidly dreary morning,
A bucket of appetizing brown chocolate; to stringently
awaken the dormant dormitories of my brain,
A bucket of fortified sticks; granting me that
impregnable prowess of defending myself against the
most heinously hostile of enemy,
A bucket of dead and stupendously lifeless bones; to
make me realize the value of harmoniously precious
life,
A bucket of incomprehensibly enigmatic enigmas; to
prolifically rekindle my dying imagination,
A bucket of flabby caps; to wholesomely sequester me
from acerbic rays of the flaming Sun,
A bucket of looming watches; to accurately depict to
me every unleashing minute of the day,
A bucket of crisp bonded paper; to facilitate me to
compile a grandiloquent book harnessed with my very
own blood,
A bucket of freshly extracted poignant ocean salt; to
deluge my lackadaisical life with loads of seductive
vibrancy,
A bucket of uncontrollable love; to flood my
impoverished visage with the ecstatic fire to leap;
the turbulent urge to exist amongst a pack of savage
wolves on this planet,
And a bucket of breath to inundate my jacket of
fragile brown lungs with freshly reinvigorating air;
granting me the unprecedented tenacity to survive;
granting me an indomitable urge to live my complete
quota of destined years…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1160.
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Busy
The clouds were mystically busy; in showering
tantalizing globules of rain; upon fathomless
territories of agonizingly parched soil,
The Sun was flamingly busy; in magically sizzling
every cranny of this boundlessly congenial Universe;
with golden beams of its optimistically enchanting
light,
The spiders were fabulously busy; in enamoringly
weaving silken strands of webs; euphorically bouncing
in the threads; fervently anticipating the prey of
their choice,
The fires were swelteringly busy; in charring even the
most infinitesimal iota of tenacious logwood; to
threadbare bits of minuscule ash,
The clowns were ludicrously busy; in tumultuously
evoking a festoon of unfathomable smiles; on the faces
of all those besieged with cloudbursts of inexplicable
gloom,
The eagles were majestically busy; in enshrouding
every bit of drearily insipid space; with exuberant
draughts of exotic air,
The snakes were ominously busy; in stealthily waiting
for innocuously sparkling skin; ebullient chunks of
flesh to venomously infiltrate their murderously
sinister fangs; in,
The fortresses were invincibly busy; in
compassionately sequestering all those disastrously
orphaned and dithering; from the acrimoniously mighty
onslaught; of the turgidly satanic society,
The clothes were amiably busy; in shielding innocently
naked skin from vindictively frozen avalanches of
wind; as well as tyrannically ferocious rays of; the
uncouthly blistering afternoon,
The cars were boisterously busy; in rhapsodically
transporting fatigued battalions of passengers; to the
most resplendently placating destination of their
supreme choice,
The sharks were diabolically busy; in frantically
groping for immaculate prey; metamorphose a profusely
robust framework of ravishing flesh and blood; into a
devastatingly transposed curry of sheer nothingness,
The dogs were pertinently busy; in dolefully barking;
deluging the trajectory of the gloomily treacherous
night; with an incomprehensible number of their
ghoulish wails,
The ghosts were insidiously busy; in casting the spell
of their gorily sinister doom; devouring blissful
civilizations; in the swirl of their hideously
obfuscated and grotesque countenances,
The eyes were indefatigably busy; in profoundly
discerning and imbibing the fathomlessly glorious
beauty of this gregariously mystical Universe; paving
their way ecstatically forward to coin astoundingly
new chapters of existence,
The blood was poignantly busy; in spell bindingly
imparting fortitude to each arena of the staggeringly
bedraggled body; rejuvenating it to unfurl
refreshingly emphatic chapters of; a vividly vibrant
tomorrow,
The pigs were disdainfully busy; in excoriating
through lugubrious piles of garbage at lightening
velocities; ruthlessly gobbling even the most
worthlessly stinking piece of shit; that sleazily
greeted them in their savage way,
The forests were inscrutably busy; in churning tales
of unrelenting mysticism; voluptuously kissing the
charismatic blanket of the stupendously glittering
night; with seductive fireballs of empathy; and life,
The Gods were Omnisciently busy; in proliferating
astronomical spurts of sacred life on the boundlessly
beautiful planet; articulately maneuvering the destiny
of each organism; rich or lecherously poor; alike,
And my Heart was perpetually busy; in incarcerating
the beats of her passionately divine heart;
assimilating and immortal bonding with the essence of
her unparalleled love; uniting with her philanthropic
will; to bless all benign mankind….
Nikhil Parekh
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