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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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117.
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No Ghosts
The ghost of the impoverished beggar; indefatigably chased all those
opulently uncouth entities; who had so barbarically kicked him once
upon a
time; on the streets of rambunctiously threadbare nothingness,
The ghost of the hapless destitute; unrelentingly chased all those
tyrannically lambasting tycoons; who had so unsparingly deprived her of
pristine innocence once upon a time; maliciously infiltrating into her
enchantingly bountiful life,
The ghost of the unfortunate orphan; relentlessly chased all those
diabolically evil spirits; who had so ruthlessly torn it apart from its
Omnipotent parents once upon a time; penalizing it for ostensibly no
reason
or rhyme,
The ghost of the brutally pulverized leaf; intransigently chased all
those
ungainly footsteps; who had so deliberately massacred it once upon a
time;
metamorphosing its cradle of insatiable ecstasy into a graveyard of
gruesome
silence,
The ghost of the scorching desert; timelessly chased all those
acrimoniously
sweltering rays of the Sun; which had so truculently whiplashed it once
upon
a time; perniciously roasting its tranquility with fireballs of
unbearable
heat,
The ghost of the excoriated shark; endlessly chased all those ominous
hunters; who had so demonically slit its throat once upon a time;
rendering
its unconquerably princely form into an inconspicuous coffin of
meaningless
bone,
The ghost of the assassinated artist; tirelessly chased all those
conventionally stringent section of society; who had so ignominiously
ostracized his work once upon a time; snobbishly tainting his marvelous
artistry with their pompously deadened spit,
The ghost of the ghastily blinded eye; limitlessly chased all those
venomous
thorns; who had so mercilessly pierced its periphery once upon a time;
invidiously marauding its carpet of spell binding sensuousness with a
treachery befitting a dreaded swine,
The ghost of the maimed urchin; intractably chased all those salacious
dictators; who had so lethally victimized its body once upon a time;
transformed its gorgeously robust complexion into a shell of
reclusively
disparaging doom,
The ghost of the tortured slave; immutably chased all those devilish
powerhouses; which had so gorily crucified his vivacious soul once upon
a
time; despicably invading his fountain of uninhibited freedom with
chains of
incarcerating prejudice,
The ghost of the heinously disintegrated egg; murderously chased all
those
perilous vultures; who had so satanically smashed it once upon a time;
remorsefully depriving it of even the most infinitesimal of chance to
witness the mesmerizing planet outside,
The ghost of the pointed cactus; incorrigibly chased all those
grotesque
mouths; which had so abominably looked down upon it once upon a time;
treating it as a piece of insipid shit as they endeavored their best to
make
fun of it; all the time,
The ghost of the stripped chicken; irrevocably chased all those
heartless
butchers; which had so cruelly decimated it once upon a time;
converting it
into a pool of pathetic blood just to titillate the spurious tongues;
of
countless alien,
The ghost of the annihilated township; uncontrollably chased all those
worthless politicians; who had so unimaginably bombarded it once upon a
time; converting even the most diminutive cranny of its persona into a
battlefield of blood; hatred and abhorrent war,
The ghost of the isolated path; unflaggingly chased all those pompously
inflated tycoons; who had so impudently rejected it once upon a time;
transiting it into a living mortuary; just to prevent that extra bit of
mud
from infiltrating into their bombastically worthless shoes,
The ghost of underprivileged children; inexhaustibly chased all those
uselessly penalizing mavericks; who had so maliciously laughed upon
their
nimble demeanor; just because they were a shade stronger by the grace
of
Almighty Lord,
The ghost of the traumatized seductress; unfathomably chased all those
licentiously thwarting devils; who had so forcefully tied her in
shackles of
captivity once upon a time; cursing her song of tantalizing melody;
with the
cry of vengeful death,
The ghost of the betrayed woman; doggedly chased all those perfidiously
diseased impressions; which had so astutely trapped her once upon a
time;
transiently igniting the fires of unbelievable voluptuousness in her
life;
before ghoulishly shattering her for a countless more lives,
But the seed of immortal love had no ghost; not even the most tiniest
of
sinister spirit to be afraid of; as it flowered into the most
Omnipresent
entrenchment of the divine; timelessly blossoming into the feathers of
unshakable togetherness; even after all had died; even after the dying
of
unstoppable time…..
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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118.
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Penalizing hell
When the impeccable infant spread its arms towards the
heavens; it was blessed with; overwhelming happiness
and unprejudiced innocence,
When the scorching deserts spread their arms towards
the heavens; they were blessed with; ravishing
tumblers of bountifully fragrant water,
When the withering flower spread its arms towards the
heavens; it was blessed with an astounding battalion
of stupendously redolent petals,
When the dilapidated castle spread its arms towards
the heavens; it was blessed with; insurmountable
grandiloquence and its lost crown prince,
When the philanthropists spread their arms towards the
heavens; they were blessed with; the astronomical
tenacity to alleviate impoverished mankind,
When the disastrously parched lips spread their arms
towards the heavens; they were blessed with; an
enchantingly everlasting smile,
When the horrendously blind spread their arms towards
the heavens; they were blessed with; an Omnipotent
vision to sight beyond ordinary human kind,
When the massacred mountains spread their arms towards
the heavens; they were blessed with; an invincibly
towering summit; shimmering majestically in all
seasons and light,
When the trembling spider spread its arms towards the
heavens; it was blessed with; unprecedentedly long
strands of silken web; for it to rejoice till
indefatigable times,
When the brutally pulverized ant raised its arms
towards the heavens; it was blessed with; formidable
strength and a celestial dwelling to survive with
infinite more its kind,
When the treacherously imprisoned birds raised their
arms towards the heavens; they were blessed with;
countless more wings to fly; soar unitedly in free
space; till times beyond pragmatic life,
When childless couples raised their arms towards the
heavens; they were blessed with; the most
magnificently royal impression of their kind; an
astounding replica of their blood; an fascinating
evolution of their kind,
When the ruthlessly fractured bones raised their arms
towards the heavens; they were blessed with; Herculean
power to confront any evil that confronted them in
their way; a harmoniously coalesced framework to march
towards revered righteousness,
When the horrifically barren farms spread their arms
towards the heavens; they were blessed with; divinely
blooming crop; marvelously pacifying the hunger of;
those weeping towards extinction,
When the tyrannically tortured slave spread its arms
towards the heavens; they were blessed with; the
spirit of perpetually celestial freedom; granting it
glorious reprieve from the hands of its barbaric
master,
When the wounded soldier spread his arms towards the
heavens; he was blessed with; unfathomable resilience
to fight for his motherland; disseminate the Godly
spirit of humanity; in every frantically fighting
religion; alike,
When the devastatingly crippled spread their arms
towards the heavens; they were blessed with; supremely
gratifying attributes of life; bonding them with their
ultimate mission of existence,
When the overwhelmingly famished heart spread its arms
towards the heavens; it was blessed with; immortal
oceans of love; propelling it to exist for infinite
more births to come,
And when the uncouthly murderous devil spread his arms
towards the heaven; he was blessed with; only the land
of hell; hell; and penalizing HELL…..
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Poetry, Poetry, Poetry-The very reason of my existence
Telling me to go to office; spending marathon hours of
the day under menacing eyes of my disgustingly
manipulative boss,
Was like asking a man to gallop to the absolute
pinnacle of Everest; without fingers on his hands;
toes on his bohemian feet….
Telling me to go to office; tolerating the spurious
mountain of smiles besieging my boss's face; behind
which sprouted the satanic devil,
Was like commanding the crystal blue expanse of
brilliantly empty sky; to shower upon torrential
cloudbursts of majestically pelting rain…
Telling me to go to office; incorrigibly adhering to
each instruction of my boss; which could infact
imperil the ambience of the celestially blissful
surrounding,
Was like the world's richest man not getting the
object he badly wanted; even as his treasury
overflowed with glittering gold and superfluously
satanic silk…
Telling me to go to office; bowing down with obeisance
infront of the unsurpassable battalion of blood
sucking clients who frequented; the abominable
interiors day in and day out,
Was like leaving the most preposterously gigantic
fish; in heart of the overwhelmingly sweltering
desert…
Telling me to go to office; singing an incessant
fountain of praise for my boss in front of the
treacherously conventional society; when infact my
beloved fervently awaited my presence; with tears
welling in her eyes,
Was like asking a soul wholesomely dead since
centuries unprecedented; to bounce with euphoric
exhilaration; just like a new-born child…
Telling me to go to office; breathing in monotonous
space indefatigably round the clock; when infact my
impeccably struggling comrades; desperately wanted my
help outside,
Was like placing the most appetizingly succulent meals
on this globe before the roaring lion; when ironically
he didn't posses a single tooth in his colossal mouth…
Telling me to go to office; yes-bossing my hideously
uncouth seniors; as they kicked me relentlessly on my
hindside; for apparently no fault of mine,
Was like expecting a garden of mesmerizing roses to
blossom on cold blooded chains of bare rock; without a
droplet of rock; without a chunk of fertile soil…
Telling me to go to office; cuddling my boss's
pertinently pampered son; amiably caressing the
festoon of glorious jewels on his snobbish persona; as
if he was my own blood,
Was like asking the belligerent martyr to shoot an
arrow in the birds eye; without a bow in his fingers;
a robust thumb on his palms….
Telling me to go to office; lick the already glowing
paths with my tongue; so that the most infinitesimal
speck of dirt didn't stick to my boss's designer class
shoes,
Was like asking the flamboyantly flaming Sun; to
deluge every corner of this planet; with a blanket of
morbidly deplorable darkness….
So it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty lord; to
make me quit horrendous office forever; relinquish its
corridors of insatiable greed and malice till the time
I lived,
Keep writing; evolving, fantasizing; breathing;
eating; sleeping; dying and taking an infinite more
births; for just POETRY; POETRY AND JUST POETRY….
©COPYRIGHT-2003, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Nikhil Parekh
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120.
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Priority
My top most priority was my God; who had bestowed upon
me the power to exist and holistically fight for my
survival on the surface of this earth,
The next to follow in my life was my Mother; who
actually gave me birth; evolving me in the first place
to be what I was; at this very second today,
The next to follow in my life was my beloved; who
harnessed the true potential lying dormant in my mind
for years; triggering me of to achieve unsurpassable
realms of success,
The next to follow in my life was my sister; with her
innocuously mischievous grin; causing intense
rejuvenation of my mind,
The next to follow in my life was my Godfather who
played a pivotal role in providing his armory of
experienced tips; whether I liked it or didn’t like
it,
The next to follow in my life were my grandparents;
whom I overwhelmingly adored; but at the same time the
ones who tried to drown me into the ocean of their age
old and stringently mundane theories,
The next to follow in my life was my pet dog; who
incessantly wagged its tail in ecstatic jubilation;
the instant I entered my dwelling,
The next to follow in my life were my selective bunch
of friends; who always supported me in my times of
bizarre affliction and inexplicable distress,
The next to follow in my life was my tiny little
hutment; appearing as an inconspicuous speck of dirt
amidst the dense camouflage of trees; yet providing me
shelter to bear the ominous night,
The next to follow in my life were all the impeccably
smiling children; whom I got a chance to encounter on
the streets; and with whom I felt as if I had gone
right back into my innocent childhood,
The next to follow in my life were all the birds
perched on the grass laden meadows; enchanting me
unrelentingly with their gorgeous singing,
The next to follow in my life were baby carrots
sprouting in clusters in the perennial fields; which I
merrily munched with gusto to placate my gluttony,
The next to follow in my life was the mesmerizing and
boisterous river; in which I splashed indiscriminately
and bathed my body for long hours in the morning,
The next to follow in my life were my sagacious
teachers; who taught me to be prudent; judiciously
execute every activity of living,
The next to follow in my life were all those who might
have unknowingly crossed me on the path towards
indefatigable struggle; illuminating my life with
transient moments of laughter and joy,
The next to follow in my life was the infinite number
of poems I had embossed with my blood; which had
imparted me insurmountable happiness as I
metamorphosed each of my exotic dreams into reality,
The next to follow in my life was the century old deep
well; from which I extracted pails of sparkling
mineral water; to quench the insatiable thirst that
tickled the burnt chords in my throat,
The next to follow in my life was my contemporary and
ultra modern contraptions; the unfathomable
perceptions I felt prey to every unveiling minute; to
lead life like a king,
And the last of all priorities that followed in my
life; was the modest bundles of currency stashed in my
Bank account; and an inexorable urge to earn many more
of these; to thereby give concrete form to all my
fantasies; as well as the fantasies of all those which
needed to be desperately satisfied…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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