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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1177.
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Forever
How can you ever expect stupendously emollient nectar to waft out;
after the
scorpion opened its venomously treacherous mouth; to the fullest of its
lethally salacious capacity?
How can you ever expect brilliantly unfettered rays of optimistic
light;
after uncouthly parasitic darkness had crept in; the chapters of
midnight
had wholesomely incarcerated the fabric of earth divine?
How can you ever expect the tree to fructify into majestically
astounding
fruit; after the ruthlessly slandering fire had charred even the most
infinitesimal trace of life around; into gruesomely cadaverous
charcoal?
How can you ever expect lips to unfurl into a gorgeously tantalizing
smile;
after the mother who’d so miraculously evolved them in the first place;
forever left her terrestrial form to embrace the solitude of heavenly
abode?
How can you ever expect the fish to gregariously swim; after every
droplet
of the fantastically undulating ocean; had evaporated into the aisles
of
inconspicuously estranged meaninglessness?
How can you ever expect the poet to pen infinite lines of royally
enamoring
poetry; after every speck of his inimitably eclectic fingers were
mercilessly cut into a countless bits of bizarrely ghastly nothingness?
How can you ever expect the bee to buzz into boisterously effulgent
happiness; after every flower in vicinity miserably decayed towards the
lugubriously sordid ground?
How can you ever expect the nightingale to mellifluously murmur; after
every
cranny of panoramically divine nature; forever metamorphosed into
robotically emotionless jungles of concrete prejudice?
How can you ever expect the mirror to portray the most explicitly
unbridled
reflection; after it was shattered into a boundless shards of lividly
hedonistic haplessness?
How can you ever expect jaggery to taste spell-bindingly sweet; after
it was
treacherously dipped into the ominously gluttonous shark’s mouth; which
was
replete with nothing else but the heart of the unfathomably salty sea?
How can you ever expect the soldier to hold his higher than the
patriotically triumphant heavens; after he had limply surrendered to
the
enemy camp; without the most ethereal iota of resilience or fight?
How can you ever expect the eagle to regally soar in gloriously
unhindered
galaxies of sky; after being satanically buried a countless feet
beneath
despairingly wanton mud?
How can you ever expect the mountains to blossom into unassailably
towering
peaks; after being unrelentingly bombarded by profanely debilitating
nuclear
weaponry and indiscriminately gory war?
How can you ever expect blood to ignite skies of unsurpassable passion
in
the body; after the perpetual disappearance of the Omnipotently
heavenly
beloved?
How can you ever expect the brain to unlimitedly fantasize; after being
vicariously bludgeoned by the blows of brutally macabre corruption and
insanely life-threatening debauchery?
How can you ever expect the pile of despondently disheveled garbage to
yield
pricelessly iridescent pearls; after being horrendously dumped with a
motley
of feces from all across the fathomless planet?
How can you ever expect the nostril to breathe into a civilization of
unbelievably undefeated and boundless newness; after being diabolically
asphyxiated by the mortuary of lies; every unfurling instant of
impoverished
existence?
How can you ever expect the heart to diffuse into an unimaginably
infallible
paradise of Immortally loving beats; after being unsparingly betrayed
by the
sole love and perpetual compassion of its destined life?
But you can forever expect an unshakable place in the Omniscient Lord’s
heaven; you can forever expect an undeniably redolent abode in the
paradise
of the Omnipotent Creator Divine; for every altruistically humanitarian
deed
executed by you within your truncated lifetime; even after you forever
abdicated breath; even after you forever quit your robustly physical
form;
even after you forever and inevitably died….
©®COPYRIGHT-2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Nikhil Parekh
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1178.
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Forever an artist
Whether you placed him on the majestically regale
clouds; or whether you placed him on the discordantly
blaring and devastatingly dusty streets,
Whether you placed him on royal embellishments of
mesmerizing ice-cream; or whether you placed him in
the center of the overflowing gutter drain;
nonchalantly stinking of nothing but undigested
sewage,
Whether you placed him on idols of fantastically
glistening gold; or whether you placed him in the
heart of the vindictively hedonistic maelstrom; where
nothing but savage blood dogmatically rained,
Whether you placed him in the aisles of ardently
unending desire; or whether you placed him on the
deadpans of traumatically horrific despair and
delinquent hopelessness,
Whether you placed him on feathers of unparalleled
felicitation; or whether you placed him in a
disparagingly pulverized curry of obnoxiously
squandering tomatoes and lethal scorpions,
Whether you placed him on the spectacularly bewitching
and princely throne; or whether you placed him on a
bed of acrimoniously torturous thorns,
Whether you placed him on fathomlessly resplendent
sea’s of panoramic enchantment; or whether you placed
him in the exact middle of the diabolically scorching
fires,
Whether you placed him in the heavens of unconquerable
prosperity; or whether you placed him in mortuaries of
treacherously ghoulish and maiming abuse,
Whether you placed him amidst vivaciously dancing
peacocks; or whether you placed him in the murderously
asphyxiating coffin alive,
Whether you placed him in the cradles of impregnably
unblemished innocence; or whether you placed him in
disastrously miserable jailhouses of the forlornly
corrupt politician,
Whether you placed him in the meadows of picturesquely
panoramic divinity; or whether you placed him in the
truculently acrid and perniciously sweltering desert
sands,
Whether you placed him in impeccably milky cisterns of
enigmatic moonlight; or whether you placed him in the
disdainfully fretting pig stalk; where all he got to
eat was cannibalistically lackadaisical shit,
Whether you placed him in an armor of patriotically
blazing selflessness; or whether you placed him in
frigidly sulking and regretfully orphaned ponds of
nothingness,
Whether you placed him in the entrenchment of
everlastingly fructifying sainthood; or whether you
placed him in lackluster mud quagmired with
cold-blooded leeches and egregious worms,
Whether you placed him on the skies of handsomely
burgeoning victory; or whether you placed him in the
gratuitously hideous crocodiles; emaciated mouth,
Whether you placed him in the winds of
aristocratically bestowing chivalry; or whether you
placed him in fecklessly slavering and tumultuously
rebuked saliva,
Whether you placed him in the crystal of miraculously
celestial clairvoyance; or whether you placed him
between the petulantly shivering; stray dog’s tail,
Whether you placed him in an unsurpassable valley of
timelessly redolent roses; or whether you placed him
in a grotesquely cacophonic skeleton of baselessly
orphaned mosquitoes,
Whether you placed him abreast the entire wealth and
love on this limitless planet; or whether you placed
him on the floors where mercilessly marauded the most
satanically greedy of dinosaurs,
And it really doesn’t matter where you decided to
place him; amidst what shape and form you decided to
place his destined life; because if he was true to
each beat of his euphoric heart; if he was true to his
spirit of harmoniously symbiotic existence; if he was
true to the message that the Lord Almighty had ordered
him to tirelessly convey; he would forever remain an
artist even as ghostly hell relentlessly rained down
on earth; O! Yes his immortal art would never ever
die….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1179.
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Forever and only yours
One minute I may be perched well above the blazing
island of Omnipotent Sun; while the very next instant
I may find myself slavering penuriously on dead soil,
One minute I may be rhapsodically adventuring in a
valley of exuberantly burgeoning flowers; while the
very next instant I may find myself brutally
incarcerated in chains of ghoulishly abhorrent
prejudice,
One minute I may be floating in the aisles of desire
like a majestically uncrowned prince; while the very
next instant I may find myself buried amidst
inconspicuously infidel and vicious garbage trash,
One minute I may be royally consecrated for my
artistic accomplishments; while the very next instant
I may find myself being satanically kicked; by
unceremoniously dastardly parasites,
One minute I may be ingeniously contriving plans to
blissfully change the complexion of all flagrantly
estranged mankind; while the very next instant I might
find myself trembling naked; under unsparing
avalanches of frigidly cold-blooded ice,
One minute I may be articulately channelizing
congenitally brilliant talent on the trajectory of
this fathomless Universe; while the very next instant
I might find myself hopelessly staggering in
graveyards of defeat; at a profound loss of words to
express even my own name,
One minute I may be bountifully garnering all
enchanting cynosure that lay on this boundless planet;
while the very next instant I might find myself in
vindictive clutches of depravation and dereliction;
asphyxiating the breath out of me for times
immemorial,
One minute I may be prolifically penning down
countless lines of exotically triumphant poetry; while
the very next instant I might find myself slithering
beside the venomously delirious scorpions,
One minute I may be embracing the winds of vividly
euphoric timelessness; while the very next instant I
might find myself imprisoned by unfathomable coffins
of darkness and miserable solitude,
One minute I may be handsomely liberating myself of
all agony on the wings of unstoppably enamoring
sensuousness; while the very next instant I might find
myself preposterously swallowing blood stained thorns;
as my only lunch and indigent breakfast,
One minute I may be swirling like a whirlwind of
unflinchingly inimitable success; while the very next
instant I might find myself in shambles of egregiously
derogatory nervousness; hardly able to alight a
singleton foot from cold ground,
One minute I may be uninhibitedly dancing under the
magically venerated milk of resplendent moonlight;
while the very next instant I might find myself;
uncouthly slitting my veins in intolerably devastating
desperation,
One minute I may be innocuously cavorting with nubile
maidens of my choice on the ingratiatingly rain soaked
hills; while the very next instant I might find myself
begging on the discordantly rambunctious streets; with
the skeleton of my impoverished form being attacked by
hedonistically unscrupulous termites,
One minute I may be unrelentingly fantasizing beneath
the regally opulent delights of my compassionate
quilt; while the very next instant I might find myself
mordantly chained next to the stray dog’s collar; for
not coagulating with my employer’s whims and insane
delights,
One minute I may be weighed in gargantuan mountains of
aristocratically glistening gold and silver; while the
very next instant I might find myself sinking deeper
and deeper into the coffins of quaintly obsolete and
horrifically decaying nothingness,
One minute I may be outclassing every other organism
on this gigantic Universe with the enlightening
dynamism in my countenance; while the very next
instant I might find myself frenetically struggling
for breath; like an infinitesimal mosquito in the
mouth of the diabolical shark,
One minute I may be blossoming as a harbinger of
ubiquitous solidarity and humanity; while the very
next instant I might find myself profanely plagiarized
and attacked by the devil for ostensibly no fault of
mine; nor reason nor rhyme,
One minute I may be undauntedly soaring in
miraculously Omnipotent clouds; while the very next
instant I might find myself being grotesquely
manipulated like a lame puppet; in the hands of
blood-sucking politicians and forlorn malice,
One minute I may be spawning into an inscrutably
fructifying forest of invincibly glorious life; while
the very next instant I might find myself bizarrely
depleted of every single layer of oxygen in my lungs;
ardently wanting nothing else but the signature of
ghastly death,
O! Yes; Life is a tumultuously arcane odyssey; and I
really don’t know where its going to take me; in what
form was I going to unfurl every cascading minute of
my survival; and what lay exactly forward for me in my
destiny,
But this is my eternal promise to you O! Immortal
Beloved; that wherever I am; in whatever shape the
Lord wanted me to exist; my compassion will forever
continue to throb in your priceless heart; our spirits
shall forever be one even infinite births after I
cease to physically exist; AND MY LOVE WAS; IS AND
WILL FOREVER REMAIN YOURS; YOURS; AND ONLY YOURS…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
Nikhil Parekh
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1180.
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Forever and pricelessly one
When we first met under blazing rays of the Afternoon
Sun; you should have seen the ardently unsurpassable
fire in our eyes,
Which was so invincible that it became intransigently
impossible for the most thunderous of whipping squall;
to make even the slightest of indentation; upon our
compassionately uninhibited swirl…
When we first met in the romantically philandering
lanes of the mystical forest; you should have seen the
insatiably unflinching smile on our lips,
Which was so unassailable that it became irrevocably
impossible; for the most diabolical of misery; to
invidiously infiltrate even the tiniest; into our
entrenchment of perennial jubilation….
When we first met on the scintillatingly pristine sea
shores; you should have seen the spell binding river
of ecstasy on our bountiful flesh,
Which was so unfathomable that it became incorrigibly
impossible; for the most horrendous of abhorrent
boredom; to sulk even a capricious whisker; into our
sky of eternal romance….
When we first met under the resplendently enamoring
and beaming Moon; you should have seen the virgin
innocence on our innocuously robust cheeks,
Which was so impregnable that it became irrefutably
impossible; for even the most treacherously savage
manipulation; to cast even a diminutive fraction of
its lecherous spell; upon our perpetually impeccable
enthrallment….
When we first met in the inscrutably tingling meadows
of grass; you should have seen the spell binding
mysticism encapsulated profoundly in our ravishing
palms,
Which was so bountiful that it became irretrievably
impossible for the most monotonously murderous
parasites; to permeate even an infinitesimal speck;
into our streams of celestially bonded blood….
When we first met under the vivaciously dancing
rainbows; you should have seen the contours of
heavenly newness on our impoverished faces,
Which were so blissfully revolutionary that it became
dogmatically impossible for the most dilapidated
dungeons of stagnation; to hover even a ludicrously
remote fraction; over our fortress of unconquerable
solidarity…..
When we first met in the playgrounds of rhapsodically
frolicking college; you should have seen the ardently
crimson blushes on our majestic cheeks,
Which were so poignant that it became unimaginably
impossible for the most satanic cisterns of gory
bloodshed; to pry even a pathetically minuscule iota;
around our cloud of ever augmenting and timeless
camaraderie….
When we first met on the boisterously bustling road;
you should have seen the stupendously magical
infatuation in our magnetically exhaling gasps,
Which was so royal that it became incomprehensibly
impossible for the most sinister spirits of ghastly
corruption; to even infiltrate a sleazily parsimonious
inch; into our web of everlastingly golden
relationship…..
And when we first met in our delectably new born
cradles standing face to face; you should have seen
the immortally unending love in our hearts,
Which was so perpetual that it became unrelentingly
impossible for the most insidiously coldblooded
chapters of cowardly death; to sprinkle even a
frigidly negligible portion of its blackness; upon our
life; which had united for infinite more births yet to
unveil and by the grace of God; as FOREVER AND
PRICELESSLY ONE….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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