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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1185.
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C'mon shoot me
C’mon shoot me in my eye; Am ready this very minute to fearlessly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of blissfully unprejudiced and timelessly garnishing; empathy.
C’mon shoot me in my lips; Am ready this very minute to unflinchingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of eternally rhapsodic and unsurpassably unhindered; desire.
C’mon shoot me in my chest; Am ready this very minute to unrestrictedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of fantastically symbiotic and pricelessly unbridled; humanity.
C’mon shoot me in my palms; Am ready this very minute to unlimitedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of magically ameliorating and synergistically healing; friendship.
C’mon shoot me in my crotch; Am ready this very minute to uninhibitedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of stupendously proliferating and endlessly eclectic; virility.
C’mon shoot me in my feet; Am ready this very minute to unabashedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of poignantly sensuous and jubilantly exultating; adventure.
C’mon shoot me in my shoulders; Am ready this very minute to undauntedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of triumphantly bounteous and spell bindingly ever-pervading; camaraderie.
C’mon shoot me in my throat; Am ready this very minute to unremittingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of victoriously effulgent and perennially benign; melody.
C’mon shoot me in my bloodstreams; Am ready this very minute to unstoppably take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of inimitably divine and ubiquitously compassionate; brotherhood.
C’mon shoot me in my brain; Am ready this very minute to unhesitatingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of unendingly enamoring and boundlessly ecstatic; fantasy.
C’mon shoot me in my veins; Am ready this very minute to spontaneously take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of unceasingly miraculous and timelessly emancipating; solidarity.
C’mon shoot me in my nails; Am ready this very minute to unnervingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that inimitably innocuous and beautifully unadulterated; mischief.
C’mon shoot me in my ears; Am ready this very minute to uncontrollably take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of astoundingly undefeated and piquantly fabulous; sensitivity.
C’mon shoot me in my tongue; Am ready this very minute to unbendingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of vivaciously unbridled and gloriously unfettered; sensuality.
C’mon shoot me in my spine; Am ready this very minute to undyingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of unconquerably burgeoning and celestially untamed; freedom.
C’mon shoot me in my belly; Am ready this very minute to uninhibitedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of unfathomably vivid and tantalizingly voluptuous; seduction.
C’mon shoot me in my conscience; Am ready this very minute to irretrievably take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of irrefutably indomitable and perpetually consecrating; truth.
C’mon shoot me in my eyelashes; Am ready this very minute to unperturbedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of fathomlessly resplendent and limitlessly reborn; flirtation.
C’mon shoot me in my nostrils; Am ready this very minute to unshakably take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of perennially iridescent and ebulliently fructifying; life.
C’mon shoot me in my heart; Am ready this very minute to uncomplainingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of immortally Omnipotent and insuperably bonding; love.
©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1186.
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Collisions
When smoke grey clouds in the cosmos collided with
each other,
there were monstrous reverberations of brutal
thunder; succeeded by rain showers
of inclement rain.
When rustically adorned leaves of the tree collided
with each other,
the atmosphere was engulfed with enchanting melody; at
the outbreak of dawn.
When saline waves of the ocean collided with each
other,
there was Herculean amount of white spray that
diffused with vibrant
tenacity.
When chrome tipped utensils in the kitchen collided
with each other,
there were discordant sounds that unrelentingly
pierced; sensitive arenas of
eardrum.
When sedans traversing at whirlwind speeds collided
with each other,
the aftermath rendered their princely silhouette to
threadbare distortions of
junk.
When the rays of 'sun god' collided with cloistered
earth,
the darkness was thoroughly illuminated with beams of
perpetual light.
When hands bereft of jewellery collided with each other,
crisp noises of triumph echoed through corridors of
nonchalant doom.
When puffs of disdainful smoke collided with pelting
showers of water,
traces of obnoxious dirt got annihilated in the fury
of rain.
When immaculate globules of fresh milk collided with
child lips,
obstreperous cries of the infant were instantly
pacified; as he succumbed to
the delights of invincible sleep.
When blatant lies collided with impeccable anecdotes
of honesty,
the sacrosanct aura of truth devoured every bit of
malpractice; radiating
vociferously with a perennial shine.
When fleet footed mongoose collided with the venomous
snake,
the innocuous creature registered a swashbuckling
victory over its deadly
counterpart.
When exorbitant hatred collided with a mountain of
love,
the harmony in compassion transformed it into a
philanthropic entity.
And when the nefarious devil collided with the
omniscient persona of godhead,
he lay massacred in realms of parasitic hell
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1187.
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Come lets embrace our New Religion…
Religion is that-what even the most infinitesimal cranny of your eyes
wanted to see—inexhaustibly absorb; admire; yearn for till times beyond
infinity and even beyond your veritably stinking grave,
Religion is that- what each ingredient of your blood inexhaustibly craved to be a part of -flow for with an untamed zeal resembling the unendingly vivacious expanse of the crystalline blue sky,
Religion is that-what the innermost voices of your conscience felt to be the ultimate truth-irrespective of whatever be the place; time; situation; moment or conditionality of impoverished & truncated life,
Religion is that—what every part of your feet wanted to ardently step on-pave an inimitably righteous path of their very own amidst a brutal quagmire of emotions and squalid commercialism all around,
Religion is that-what your hands wanted to give the most unflinchingly definitive shape to-such an unfailing silhouette of eternal friendship which was impossible for even the most beguiling of demons to disrupt,
Religion is that- what your lips wanted to kiss 24 X 7-perpetuating even the most bizarrely frazzled persona to uninhibitedly soar in wisps of unfettered paradise,
Religion is that-what your nostrils wanted to inhale till the last breath of life-an entrenchment of unassailable compassion which made existence the most priceless chapter of destiny,
Religion is that-what your fingers wanted to timelessly intertwine with each unveiling instant-bask in the spirit of invincibly bountiful friendship for times beyond an unfathomable infinite,
Religion is that—what each part of your ears wanted to mellifluously hear-enthrall to the most unprecedented of capacities in the everlastingly symbiotic tunes of blissful survival,
Religion is that—what your palms wanted to infallibly clasp forever and ever and ever-that united strength of togetherness that granted you the temerity to palpitate even in the most apocalyptically disastrous of storms and times,
Religion is that—what your mouth wanted to perennially talk and sing praises about-rhapsodically engulfing each element of the atmosphere around you with the unbridled happiness of a countless lifetimes in one,
Religion is that—what each of your bones felt the most resolutely strong for-defending each honest and fructifying voice from within like the citadel of the gods,
Religion is that—what your mind fantasized till beyond the most unbelievably beautiful limits—and thereby felt in the seventh heaven of ubiquitous prosperity whilst traversing each instant on mundane earth,
Religion is that—what your shoulders philanthropically hoisted from one end of your adventure to the other—being a selfless harbinger of humanity to mitigate each ounce of sorrow with profound camaraderie and care,
Religion is that—what your legs want to ecstatically gallop after; like the horizons indefatigably running after the Sun—the most tantalizing mirage which tirelessly triggers you to achieve more and more and more,
Religion is that—what the tiniest cranny of your soul unshakably radiates-permeating such a yearning that you continued to wondrously exist beyond your corpse for a countless more lives and lifetimes,
Religion is that—what your heart feels is the absolute epitome of righteousness—no matter how uncouthly the barbarous planet outside chose to devour every bit of you; from your very roots,
So folks lets forget everything else; come lets move united and forward; come lets live this immortal religion of our hearts to the fullest; come lets forget our disdainfully castrated pasts and give this new religion of ours a fresh try—and our very very best…
©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1188.
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Come let's wholeheartedly follow
There’s a sweet little child in all of us; come lets
wholeheartedly allow it to majestically blossom till
the pinnacle of resplendently ingratiating prosperity,
There’s a mesmerizing little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to evolve into an
unfathomably compassionate gorge of friendship; as
tangy as the rhapsodically ebullient oceans,
There’s an enchanting little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to marvelously burgeon
till times beyond iridescent eternity; and enthuse
even the most obfuscatedly alien of our times,
There’s a euphoric little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to spawn like an
insatiably fragrant flower of gorgeous companionship;
as the Sun blazed vibrantly from behind the
mellifluous hills,
There’s a poignant little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to enthrall even the most
obsoletely dithering nerves in our beleaguered bodies;
to the most stupendously unprecedented limits,
There’s a jubilant little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to ingratiatingly gallop
to kiss the epitome of dazzling timelessness; and for
centuries immemorial,
There’s a victorious little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to Omnipotently
transcend; over the pernicious precipices of our
disastrously dwindling derogatorily manipulative
souls,
There’s an innocuous little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to profoundly rejuvenate
our bizarrely estranged senses; with the vivaciously
sacrosanct tonic of life,
There’s an embellished little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to majestically drape our
insipidly feckless deliriousness; with cisterns of
unsurpassable sensuousness,
There’s a fantastic little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to irrefutably overshadow
our disparagingly deteriorating gloom; with fountains
of timeless happiness,
There’s an intriguing little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to invincibly sequester
us in its bountiful swirl; fathomless kilometers away
from the mortuary of inexplicable despair,
There’s an ecstatic little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to Omnisciently overpower
our insurmountable battalion of idiosyncrasies; with
the its magical ointment of godly freshness,
There’s a spell binding little child in all of us;
come lets wholeheartedly allow it to encapsulate us in
its panoramically vivid embrace; bless every aspect of
our haplessly shattered existence; with the gorgeously
fructifying elixir of life,
There’s an eclectic little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to weave the
unconquerable spell of its royal artistry; upon our
monotonously delinquent life,
There’s a sacrosanct little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to magnanimously bless
our ominously extradited rhythm; with its benevolently
humanitarian beats,
There’s a sparkling little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to miraculously cleanse
all our dastardly cloistered dirt; with its heaven of
fathomless righteousness,
There’s a melodious little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to annihilate even the
most mercurial trace of prejudiced paradoxism in our
blood; with its tunes of celestially unassailable
truth,
There’s a beautiful little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to enshroud us with
philanthropic graciousness; insuperably conquering the
cry of the ungainly devil with the winds of
perennially uninhibited freedom,
There’s a mystical little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to everlastingly stupefy
us with an entrenchment of impregnable newness; with
the limitless enthuse of its pristine eyes,
And there’s an exhilarating little child in all of us;
come lets wholeheartedly allow it to inundate the song
of immortal love; in our forlornly disbelieving and
satanically fretful lives…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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