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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1213.
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Had all your so-called manliness died?
Had all your so called manliness; the power in your bulging muscle ludicrously died; that you now resorted to satanically selling the innocuously godly flesh of small children; for replenishing your spurious canisters of beer and tawdry wine?
Had all your so called manliness; the finesse of inimitable creativity in your fingers pathetically died; that you now resorted to mercilessly chopping the godly fingers of small children; so that more and more plebeian gave them the indispensable currency coin in their begging bowls?
Had all your so called manliness; the sheer euphoria in your raw voice unthinkably died; that you now resorted to sadistically sodomizing the godly bodies of small children; just to entertain the treacherously chauvinistic high society; and then roll in a fetid lavatory of abominably cursed pearls?
Had all your so called manliness; the optimism to triumph in your eyes flagrantly died; that you now resorted to gorily gouging the godly eyes of small children; so that every passing onlooker took pity on them; and thereby gave shelter to you too alongwith them; as their spurious father?
Had all your so called manliness; the fervent machismo in your blood inanely died; that you now resorted to invidiously train the godly fingers of small children to fire a gun; so that you forever slept on a pillow of gold; and were never ever remanded for the heinous crime?
Had all your so called manliness; the inimitable authority in your footsteps lividly died; that you now resorted to execute your worthless experiments on the godly veins of small children; and then selling your wastrel patents for millions to the demons of the sacrilegious underworld?
Had all your so called manliness; the unparalleled virility in your loins shamefully died; that you now resorted to ghoulishly castrating the godly organs of small children; so that they became a perennial income source for each of your misdeeds; clapping house to house and at each sanctimonious function of the society; as imbecile eunuchs?
Had all your so called manliness; the blazing dynamism in your throat distastefully died; that you now resorted to coercing the godly voices of small children to endlessly wail; to capture the hearts and pockets of the biggest connoisseurs and patrons of humanity; alike?
Had all your so called manliness; the inherent brilliance of innovation in your brain contemptuously died; that you now resorted to rampantly behead the godly necks of small children; on the barbarous pretexts of feckless religion; caste; creed; color and tribe?
Had all your so called manliness; the unbridled compassion of your chest gruesomely died; that you now resorted to deceitfully lure the godly spirit of small children into the drudgery of drugs addiction; thereby ensuring to be damningly faithful to your suppliers for the remainder of your life?
Had all your so called manliness; the unassailable temerity of your shoulders mockingly died; that you now resorted to burdening the godly heads of small children with tons of bricks and rotting garbage piles; making them toil under the unbearable sweltering heat; so that you could relish your afternoon siesta uninterrupted?
Had all your so called manliness; the unshakable perseverance in your armpits wretchedly died; that you now resorted to stripping the godly persona of small children; forcing them to dance in the derogatorily perverted bars; to savor the most magnanimous of tip from each devilishly inhuman businessman?
Had all your so called manliness; the insuperable fearlessness in your stride foolhardily died; that you now resorted to asphyxiating the godly throats of small children; wholesomely killing them for a few wads of note; just because they were the cursed girl child?
Had all your so called manliness; the undefeated conviction of your soul penuriously died; that you now resorted to ghastily sacrificing the godly scalps of small children; infront of the Omnipotent deity; just in order to become nonsensically immortal; after drinking their impeccable blood?
Had all your so called manliness; the undaunted fervor in your veins meaninglessly died; that you now resorted to inexhaustibly slapping the godly cheeks of small children; just in order to assert your very own non-existent superiority; and release the agony of your itching fingers?
Had all your so called manliness; the indefatigable energy in your knees uselessly died; that you now resorted to ruthlessly commanding the godly legs of small children; to carry your irascibly cumbersome weight; transport you to the most venomous destination of your life?
Had all your so called manliness; the unconquerable fortitude in your bones hopelessly died; that you now resorted to emaciating the godly bellies of small children to ghostly carcasses; just so that you got your quintessential two meals a day; evoking the highest of poignant sentiment?
Had all your so called manliness; the victorious inferno in your breath disgustingly died; that you now resorted to cold-bloodedly silencing the godly lives of small children; subjecting them to infinite ambiences of jihad and terrorism; so that they conquered the whole world only for your idiosyncrasies and you?
Had all your so called manliness; the immortal epitomes of compassion in your heart haplessly died; that you now resorted to cannibalistically inundate the godly hearts of small children with nothing but hatred towards the society and each ingredient of the atmosphere; so that they knew nothing but to slave for your devilish smile?
And I really dont know about others. But if ever you did come infront of me in this tenure of my impoverished life; Ill make sure that I forever assassinate your already sinfully dead body; and then pack you of; to the most ostracizing corpses of the devils graveyard; to the most penalizing dungeons of hell
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ฉฎcopyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1214.
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Half a victory
It nimbly swished its tail; as the blaring horns of
boundless trapped vehicles; deluged the membranes of
its intricate ear,
It incorrigibly refrained to listen; payed a
wholesomely deaf ear; as hordes of people hooted in
thunderous cacophony all around,
It nonchalantly exonerated all appeals by pedestrians
to clear the way; displayed its disgusting disapproval
by a feeble flap of its earlobe,
It stood in solitary silence in the midst of the
boisterous activity; preferred to gently lick its
innocuous calf; rather than walking a step forward;
making way for the armory of mammoth trucks blowing
their horns to ultimate capacity,
It bloated pompously in conceited pride at the very
thought of being the most talked about; invited tiny
toddlers to adorn its back; even as their parents
admonished them stringently of not doing so,
It merrily lapped at water in an obsolete monsoon pond
on the pavement; as countless number of dreary
passengers blurted a volley of abuse; utterly famished
and miserably trapped in their claustrophobic jeeps,
It blissfully erupted into slimy cakes of cowdung;
celestially defecating its morning meal; as several
denizens on the street coughed and abysmally stuttered
towards inevitable smoke and suffocation,
It stupendously relished the inclement cold with its
coat of impeccably white skin; while the youngsters
trapped way behind in the haphazardly synchronized
traffic; dreadfully envisaged the face of their angry
beloved; who would terrorize their cheeks with
tenacious slaps; for reaching embarrassingly late,
It fantasized for hours immemorial without fluttering
an eyelid; insipidly shook its body to drive away the
festoon of cheeky flies feasting on the folds of its
neck; while infinite businessmen jolted right from the
midst of their harmonious sleep; ordered the driver to
abdicate their automobile; took to the wheel
themselves and swerved violently on the tarmac to
catch the evening flight in an absolute jiffy,
It playfully conversed with umpteenth others of its
fraternity; whispering its tale of anguished woes;
standing like a formidably impregnable fortress; in
the center of the stridently clanging traffic and
frugal bits of free space,
It rubbed its nose on the ground deliberately to be
sympathetic for its impoverished self; while the inept
police station resonated in the throes of
indefatigable shrill ringing activity; as citizens
resorted to the same in a last bid to reach the
abnormally long looking finishing line,
It slowly gallivanted around like an immaculately mute
spectator; sniffing about fruits strewn in vicinity
which it supremely cherished; while the crowds on the
roads kept augmenting; reaching an unprecedented
zenith as the primordial minutes unveiled themselves
into marathon hours,
It took a short nap granting eternal rest to its
overwhelmingly overstuffed belly; while helpless
plebeians shrieked and wailed in fervently mounting
frustration,
It inhaled in profusely divine long breaths; while the
battalion of haplessly stranded civilians staggered
hopelessly for bellows of fresh and ravishing breath,
It angrily kicked at a philanthropist trying to cajole
it to shift its dwelling to a safer haven; hovered its
pugnacious horns for evoking some moments of
frolicking mischief; even before the man could say
sorry and exit,
It intransigently remained riveted to its place;
although some clever farmers tried to lure it with a
packed bundle of green grass and delectable leaf;
thereby instilled in individuals all around that
patience is indeed the persevering virtue to
unparalleled success,
It awoke children in their cozy dwelling from their
surreal day dreams; as they gathered around its body
to admire and play with its marvelously lovely tail,
And in the end; when the thunderously deplorable
sounds of horns; the relentless cursing of people; the
ambience inundated with rampant mayhem; was getting a
trifle too much on its nerves to bear; the Cow still
didn't
shift a centimeter from the heart of the road; instead
curled its legs snobbishly and sat; giving the humans
profoundly disturbed and distressed; their well
deserved 'HALF A VICTORY'....
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1215.
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Hand in Hand
Neither was there anything above it; not even the most infinitesimally
decrepit iota of independently integral standing; could dare dream come
near
it,
Neither was there anything below it; not even the most ethereally
nonchalant
iota of exuberantly triumphant space; could dare dream come near it,
Neither was there anything more greater than it; not even the most
ephemerally lackadaisical iota of unbelievably unconquerable goodness;
could
dare dream come near it,
Neither was there anything more successful than it; not even the most
fugitively desolate iota of blazingly majestic victory; could dare
dream
come near it,
Neither was there anything more beautiful than it; not even the most
fleetingly obsolete iota of unparalleled sensuous fantasy; could dare
dream
come near it,
Neither was there anything more resplendent than it; not even the most
diminutively teeny iota of eternally wafting vivaciousness; could dare
dream
come near it,
Neither was there anything more truthful than it; not even the most
fecklessly wastrel iota of perpetually Omnipotent sagaciousness; could
dare
dream come near it,
Neither was there anything more powerful than it; not even the most
inanely
dwindling iota of ubiquitously insuperable unity; could dare dream come
near
it,
Neither was there anything more special than it; not even the most
obliviously apathetic iota of unassailably priceless optimism; could
dare
dream come near it,
Neither was there anything more Omnipresent than it; not even the most
abstemiously fading iota of indefatigably unassailable freshness; could
dare
dream come near it,
Neither was there anything more artistic than it; not even the most
frigidly
decaying iota of unsurpassably intricate versatility; could dare dream
come
near it,
Neither was there anything more romantic than it; not even the most
parsimoniously disappearing iota of fantastically seductive
enthrallment;
could dare dream come near it,
Neither was there anything more vivid than it; not even the most
eccentrically transient iota of iridescently mesmerizing newness; could
dare
dream come near it,
Neither was there anything more spectacular than it; not even the most
diminishingly disheveled iota of panoramically infallible paradise;
could
dare dream come near it,
Neither was there anything more virile than it; not even the most
inconspicuously non-existent iota of eternally unstoppable procreation;
could dare dream come near it,
Neither was there anything more tantalizing than it; not even the most
languishingly indolent iota of inimitably uncontrollable excitement;
could
dare dream come near it,
Neither was there anything more vociferous than it; not even the most
remotely collapsing iota of ecstatically effervescent voice; could dare
dream come near it,
Neither was there anything more timeless than it; not even the most
stingily
Spartan iota of perpetually proliferating energy; could dare dream come
near
it,
Neither was there anything more optimistic than it; not even the most
sleazily slouching iota of blazingly unfettered enlightenment; could
dare
dream come near it,
Neither was there anything more Omniscient than it; not even the most
uncannily trembling iota of beautifully enamoring destiny; could dare
dream
come near it,
Neither was there anything more compassionate than it; not even the
most
negligibly tethering iota of pricelessly uniting friendship; could
dare
dream come near it,
Neither was there anything more unconquerable than it; not even the
most
disdainfully flailing iota of limitlessly Herculean strength; could
dare
dream come near it,
Neither was there anything more symbiotic than it; not even the most
creepily tiny iota of eternally fructifying bliss; could dare dream
come
near it,
Neither was there anything more self-sustaining than it; not even the
most
lividly subjugated iota of existence; could dare dream come near it,
Neither was there anything more Immortal than it; not even the most
miserably obfuscated iota of perpetually bestowing love; could dare
dream
come near it,
Neither was there anything beyond it; not even the most irascibly
infidel
iota of unendingly spawning infinite infinity; could dare dream come
near
it,
Because whatever was; is and will ever be there on the trajectory of
this
fathomless Universe; is all in it; is all heavenly blended with each of
its
synergistically blossoming ingredients; is all hand-in-hand with it; is
every divinely unfurling instant of majestically Immortal and
ever-pervading undefeated Life
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(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1216.
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Happy Birthday
MAY GOD BESTOW upon you bountiful riches,
Bless you with all that is benevolent,
Reinforce your life with surplus number of living
years,
Exempt you from all misdeeds you inadvertently
committed,
Eradicate traces of hysterical agony from your heart,
Transform the bleary caricature of your face into one
with sacrosanct smiles,
Freeze the tears which ooze profusely from your
magical eyes,
Safeguard you against deathly mishaps and obnoxious
falls,
Fill your belly with sumptuous food every unleashing
minute of the day,
Quenching your thirst with immaculate water from
volatile springs,
Clear evil mists obscuring your belligerent demeanor,
Evacuate the pointed thorns adhering solidly to your
nimble feet,
Endow you with exorbitant charisma; infectiously
drawing flocks of people,
Drive away forever; the vindictive ready to
strangulate you,
Place you in an ostentatious palace flowing with
philanthropic riches,
Revitalize your soul as the sun dazzles bright every
dawn,
Gift you with the magical prowess of turning
threadbare mud into gold,
Here's my friend; wishing you and all those born on
this day,
A very celestially happy and gratifying birthday
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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