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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1217.
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Hard to Crack
No matter how hard I banged the tortoise shell; it
simply refrained to split,
No matter how vehemently I struck the human tooth; it
just didn’t chap at its edge,
No matter from how high I threw the coconut down; it
didn’t display even a single scratch on its shell,
No matter how tenaciously I crushed the human skull;
it simply didn’t show any signs of snapping apart,
No matter how passionately I hammered the elephant
tusk; it still remained as stoical as white ice,
No matter how stubbornly I boxed the punching bag; it
didn’t gasp the slightest; even after infinite punches
of mine,
No matter how ruthlessly I kicked the diamond ceiling;
it still seemed to have retained its perpetual shine,
No matter how many harpoons I shot at the shark; it
still came back hostile and alive from beneath the
waters,
No matter how much pressure I exerted on the spring;
it still rebounded back with thunderbolt velocity,
No matter how viciously I thrashed then whip against
the wall; it still didn’t seem to have lost; even an
iota of its sting,
No matter how many holes I drilled in the base of the
iron ship; it simply didn’t appear to sink,
No matter how hard I tried to twist the bars of the
prison; they kept standing like a fortress in front of
my eyes,
No matter how resiliently I tried to control the storm
waters from rising; they kept swelling up; evolving
into a flood like never before,
No matter how fervently I tried to chew sweets of
steel; the entire armory of my teeth broke like frigid
matchsticks; but the biscuits retained their silvery
polish,
No matter how badly I pierced the dinosaurs eye; it
didn’t blink the slightest; shone brilliantly under
the sun,
No matter how wildly I squelched the walnut in my
palms; it simply didn’t alter its shape the slightest,
No matter how insanely I hammered the walls of my
conscience; it simply didn’t surrender its ideals,
No matter how pertinently I tried to control my
dreams; they kept growing relentlessly; fantasizing
about the entire universe every second,
And No matter how doggedly I tried to break my heart;
it throbbed even more violently for the person it
loved; cried incessantly for the girl it wanted to
imprison in the vice like swirl of its romance;
forever & ever & ever….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1218.
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Harmony
Parrot green buds of nimble grass existed in harmony
with the soil,
sprawled with rampant ease engulfing acres of barren
land,
when the rain plummeted down from the sky in plenty.
a plethora of birds sailing at high altitudes lived in
harmony with the wind,
gliding like small angels with adroit strokes of their
wings,
traversing thousands of kilometers with the
sky, wind, and light as their
savior.
the slimy bodies of fish survived in complete harmony
with the sea,
swimming with their silken grace through tidal
currents of choppy spray,
procreating their offspring’s in salt tunnels of ocean
water,
having the tumultuous capacity of toppling
cruise liners,
when inhabiting the colossal form of smoke grey
whales.
the rustic stature of a country dog lived in harmony
with its tail,
wagging it with uninhibited passion while spotting a
friend,
curling it tightly between its legs when attacked by a
hostile bunch of
humans.
a cluster of animated squirrel existed in perfect
harmony with the tree,
traversing through hollow cavities, aided by staccato
movements of their body,
munching and relishing sprouts of bountiful green
foliage.
freshly extracted pails of cream lived in co-ordinated
harmony with the cow,
oozing with melodious rhythm from her ripened teats,
satisfying insatiable desires of consuming
unadulterated milk.
millions of humans on earth survived in harmony with
sunlight,
thoroughly dependant on the first rays of dawn to
start work,
and pitch dark beams of night to fall in a sedative
trance,
a blissfully refreshing, celestial sleep.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1219.
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Hatching open
The skies hatch open into bountiful sunshine;
flamboyantly blazing through every morbidly corner of
this fathomless Universe,
The waterfalls hatch open into rhapsodically tangy
froth; culminating into a whirlpool of tumultuous
excitement; after clashing against the royal rocks,
The eggs hatch open into mesmerizing fledglings;
deluging the serene atmosphere with their
indefatigable flurry of impeccable cries,
The trees hatch open into celestial fruits; the
indispensably tantalizing fodder to sustain; every
anecdote of mystical life,
The throat hatches open into an unfathomable myriad of
sounds; an astounding armory of insinuations;
dexterously maneuvering all mankind,
The valley’s hatch open into incomprehensible enigma;
instilling new found happiness; in the lives of
insanely frustrated souls,
The gutter hatches open into fetidly smelling stench;
abominably disrupting the harmony of the divine winds
floating around,
The prisons hatch open into abhorrent malice;
harboring overwhelming ill will and insidious hatred,
The eyes hatch open into profound streams of intricate
empathy; unrelentingly seeking for the compassionate
mates of their dreams,
The flesh hatches into a complete organism;
incredulously functioning to God’s every marvelously
Omnipotent command,
The cow hatches open into sacrosanct pails of milk;
tirelessly fortifying exuberant bones to decimate; the
tiniest trace of evil from the complexion of this
soil,
The scalp hatches open into an unsurpassable
conglomerate of ravishing hair; whistling and drifting
tantalizingly with the ecstatic wind,
The bees hatch open into a glorious fountain of
stupendously sweet honey; pacifying the fires of
condemnable crime; for everlasting times,
The pearl hatches open into a paradise of insatiable
shine; enriching impoverished entities rotting around;
in an entrenchment of beauty and timeless captivation,
The lips hatch open into a philanthropic smile;
disseminating the essence of immortal humanity; to
those quarters of this globe enveloped with ghastly
grime,
The devil hatches open into lecherous devastation;
sucking blood from innocuous organisms on this planet;
only to be pulverized to raw ash by the Omnisciently
divine,
The spider hatches open into a silvery web;
transgressing majestically across its silken strands;
like thunderbolts of lightening descending from
scarlet sky,
The grave hatches open into despondently unfinished
desires; dissatisfied souls invidiously trying to get
an ominous stranglehold on mankind,
The conscience hatches open into irrefutable
righteousness; overruling baseless frigidity with
perpetual strokes of unconquerable honesty,
And the heart hatches opens into boundless love;
exploring; discovering; embracing; diffusing its
infinite forms all across this princely earth; and in
the end becoming an immortal slave of its Godly
rhyme….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1220.
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Have HIV/AIDS. You still live till the Creator wants you to
Poem:
HAVE HIV/AIDS. YOU STILL BREATHE TILL THE CREATOR WANTS YOU TOO.
If he had been your Brother; then you’d have perhaps mischievously poked at his enchantingly twinkling nose; uninhibitedly cavorting with him through the freshly rain soaked fields of untamed corn,
If he had been your Father; then you’d have perhaps earnestly served him to the best of your ability; sleeping compassionately close to his blessed heart; conceiving it to be the most invincibly celestial fortress on this fathomlessly enamoring planet,
If he had been your Husband; then you’d have perhaps walked shoulder to shoulder with him in every aspect of symbiotically fragrant existence; miraculously ameliorating the terseness in his temples; with the artistry of your mellifluously heavenly fingers,
If he had been your Neighbor; then you’d have perhaps enlightened every instant of his flabbergasting boredom; with the blazingly unfettered optimism in your resplendently innocuous eyes,
If he had been your Uncle; then you’d have perhaps altruistically listened to the experiences of his exhilaratingly intrepid life; convivially sharing supper with him in the darkness of the insidiously sultry night,
If he had been your Teacher; then you’d have perhaps bent in due obeisance to each of his philanthropically eternal commands; trying to imbibe the maximum you could; of his sermons on the chapters of priceless life and humanity,
If he had been your Fan; then you’d have perhaps indefatigably tried to live up to his expectations; everytime you had the opportunity to majestically portray your inimitably iridescent talent to the boundless world,
If he had been your Mentor; then you’d have perhaps worshipped him every unfurling second of the brilliantly streaming day and sensuous night; dedicating every ounce of your magnificent success to his tirelessly sublimating voice,
If he had been your Slave; then you’d have perhaps irrefutably ensured that he got his quintessentially reinvigorating meals of the day; so that he diligently shed every iota of his robust perspiration for you all his life,
If he had been your Shadow; then you’d have perhaps magnanimously allowed him to snuggle close to your chest in the wilderness of the ruthless night; replenishing his every desire with the unequivocal exuberance in your life,
If he had been your Son; then you’d have perhaps perpetually kept him cuddled in your impregnably unflinching lap; sequestering him from even the most infinitesimal treachery of existence; till the very last breath of your life,
If he had been your Ancestor; then you’d have perhaps tantalized every bone of your lugubriously opprobrious survival; wholesomely enshrouded and enchanted; with the inscrutable tales of his pristine past,
If he had been your Sculptor; then you’d have perhaps cherished each of his treasured moldings; profoundly and intimately in the innermost dormitories of your soul; for times immemorial,
If he had been your Godfather; then you’d have perhaps fervently yearned to kiss his divinely feet every unleashing instant of ebulliently enthralling existence; perennially assimilate the ideals of his benign life in every ingredient of your crimson blood,
If he had been your Friend; then you’d have perhaps wholeheartedly welcome him with open arms; wanting to be a perpetual element of every of his joy and inexplicable tribulations,
If he had been your Fiancé; then you’d have perhaps tirelessly dreamt about him a countless days and nights; till the time you didn’t forever unite with him; in unassailably sacrosanct connubial bliss,
If he had been your Successor/Kin; then you’d have perhaps spent a limitless moments of your life breathing affably close to him; tirelessly explaining to him the way in which he should disburse your countless millions; after you were veritably dead,
If he had been your Chef; then you’d have perhaps unlimitedly admired the unbelievably incredulous art in his palms; that spell-bindingly evolved the most ravishingly appetizing of delicacies within the ethereal wink of an eye,
But if he wasn’t related with you in any manner; then the same “Him” having HIV/AIDS would have definitely been several ostracized and abused by you; as you disdainfully discarded him from the fabric of your sanctimonious society as a sinful untouchable,
Hopelessly failing to realize that there was no “Relation/Religion Tag” needed to bond with another living being of your kind; as the Lord had created everyone alike unconquerably bonded in the religion of humanity;
But please realize; that whereas he could still survive with HIV/AIDS for a long long time till the Omnipotent Creator wanted him to breathe and even without your support; but for disrespecting another of your fellow mate; for criminally disowning one similar to you of the Lord’s Omnipresent living kind; you for one had definitely confirmed an undeniably ghastly place for yourself in the realms of diabolically pulverizing hell; even before you could reach; the end of your impoverished destined time…
©®COPYRIGHT-2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Nikhil Parekh
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