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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1233.
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Each beat of my heart
Each part of my disastrously dithering fingers; lived
solely for your magical palms; ardently anticipating
those cherished moments; when you clasped me in your
divinely warmth,
Each pore of my devastatingly impoverished skin; lived
solely for your compassionately pristine sweat;
relentlessly wanting to blend with your scent of
timeless perseverance; for centuries unfathomable,
Each follicle of my ludicrously sagging eyelashes;
lived solely for your marvelously exhilarating
flirtation; relishing fathomless moments of rhapsodic
jubilation; profusely enthused by the majestic leap in
your charismatic stride,
Each tinge on my pathetically imprisoned lips; lived
solely for your bountifully celestial smiles;
indefatigably floating in a magical entrenchment of
your voluptuously eluding senses,
Each cranny of my bizarrely dwindling toes; lived
solely for your gloriously heavenly footprints;
ardently dreaming all day and sensuously starry night;
of kissing the paths your most philanthropically
tread,
Each tear of my gruesomely blinded eyes; lived solely
for your blissfully poignant and benevolent soul;
eternally wanting to sight your reflection in the
tenure of my destined life; and even till countless
births after my veritable death,
Each reverberation of my dolorously dangling ears;
solely lived for your unsurpassable ocean of
resplendently twinkling sounds; piquantly deluging
every aspect of my manipulatively tyrannical
existence; with unprecedented vibrancy and emphatic
cheer,
Each ingredient of my viciously asphyxiated blood;
solely lived for your irrefutably triumphant tenacity
to unflinchingly face even the most acrimonious of
obstacle in life; your spell binding spirit to
unitedly survive embracing the religion of priceless
mankind,
Each shade of my despicably withering cheek; solely
lived for your innocuously Godly kiss; which transited
me into a paradise infinite kilometers higher than the
seductive clouds; triggering fireballs of untamed
ebullience; all throughout my feeble persona,
Each chord of my ghastily cacophonic throat; solely
lived for your immaculately gorgeous yawns;
nostalgically catapulting me back into realms of
impeccable childhood; when I bounced uninhibitedly and
without the slightest of apprehension; in the
sacrosanct lap of my mother,
Each element of my nervously fluttering shadow; solely
lived for your marvelously imposing and tantalizing
countenance; the irrevocably unending spell of
ecstatic enchantment that you ravishingly diffused;
every time you alighted your nimble foot,
Each curvature of my deplorably pulverized spine;
solely lived for your irrefutably Omnipotent touch;
wholesomely mitigating me of all my inexplicable
sorrow; rendering me speechless in a world of
everlasting newness and unbelievably swirling
happiness,
Each wrinkle on my treacherously crinkled skin; solely
lived for your stupendously blossoming and piquantly
iridescent freshness; as you unfurled into an infinite
colors of vivacious life; on every path that your
enchantingly tread,
Each iota of my murderously depleted and dilapidated
muscle; solely lived for your tireless tenacity to
surge forward in titillating life; rhetorically
maneuvering me from a dungeon of delinquently stagnant
darkness into a civilization of eternally gratifying
light,
Each bone of my lecherously extinguishing body; solely
lived for your unbelievably humanitarian cadence; your
undaunted struggle to alleviate crippling suffering;
incessantly pioneer to uplift all those deprived; in
the impregnable chapter of your life,
Each wave of my excruciatingly incarcerated soul;
solely lived for your miraculously intrepid exultation
to synergistically lead life; disseminate the essence
of mankind to every dwelling besieged with agonizing
pain; and gory darkness,
Each corridor of my manipulatively commercial
conscience; solely lived for your irrevocably
invincible ideals of truth and non-violence; the winds
of ubiquitous solidarity on which you unassailably
floated; every time the earth was born; once again,
Each puff of my staggeringly barbaric breath; solely
lived for your melodiously tinkling vivacity; the
fearless tranquility on your redolently untainted
face; even when you were just about to relinquish your
last bit of sagaciousness; and enter your horrific
grave,
And each beat of my pathetically dying heart; solely
lived for your immortally passionate love; the
insatiable propensity in your unconquerable chest;
that not only granted me a countless benign lives; but
didn’t let me die even after my death…..
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Each Heart
Each ear on this gigantically colossal Universe; was
bonded by the beautifully vespered essence; of
ingratiatingly alluring sound,
Each nose on this marvelously fantastic Universe; was
bonded by a overwhelmingly poignant whirlpool; of
enamoringly evoking scent,
Each eye on this fathomlessly mystical Universe; was
bonded by a fabulously emphatic ocean; of everlasting
empathy,
Each lip on this astronomically mystical Universe; was
bonded by a voluptuously mesmerizing battlefield; of
tantalizing smile,
Each stomach on this incomprehensibly eclectic
Universe; was bonded by insatiably augmenting pangs;
of frenziedly ecstatic hunger,
Each palm on this fantastically gorgeous Universe; was
bonded by an inexplicably vibrant flurry of; profusely
poignant destiny lines,
Each bone on this invincibly boundless Universe; was
bonded by a formidably integral mountain; of
incredulously resilient strength,
Each skin on this bountifully endowing Universe; was
bonded by a enthrallingly ebullient meadow; of
vacillatingly glorious color,
Each finger on this ravishingly seductive Universe;
was bonded by an intransigently amicable platform; of
philanthropic friendship,
Each mind on this wonderfully serene Universe; was
bonded by an unrelentingly rhapsodic blanket; of
euphorically flaming fantasy,
Each blood on this eternally harmonious Universe; was
bonded by the irrefutably ubiquitous religion; of
marvelously benign humanity,
Each shadow on this vivaciously resplendent Universe;
was bonded by an enchanting spell; of inexorably
unending enigma,
Each throat on this celestially endowing Universe; was
bonded by a blissfully divine wave; of effusively
ardent sound,
Each lung on this insurmountably sacred Universe; was
bonded by an indispensably exuberant cloud; of
passionately embracing wind,
Each eyelid on this stupendously tingling Universe;
was bonded by a unbelievably flirtatious radiance; of
innocuous charm and frolic,
Each armpit on this unsurpassably intrepid Universe;
was bonded by a perseveringly golden avalanche; of
seductively sizzling sweat,
Each nostril on this compassionately united Universe;
was bonded by a fervent cloudburst; of inevitably
vital breath,
Each conscience on this vociferously blazing Universe;
was bonded by an irrevocable whiff; of perpetual
righteousness,
Each voice on this perennially spawning Universe; was
bonded by an exhilarating inferno; of inscrutably
eluding enthrallment,
And each heart on this astoundingly Godly Universe;
was bonded by immortally unconquerable threads; of
ecstatically proliferating love….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1235.
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Each time you lift the ‘Cricket World Cup’—We’re proud to be a true Indian….
Each time you enter the field in your royal robes of blue— it makes the hair of a billion of us stand up in uncanny excitement, high and handsome towards the sky,
Each time you wave to us from the dressing room—it makes a billion of us feel that we’re the most united family ever on surface of planet divine,
Each time you send the ball whistling past the boundary ropes—it makes the heart of a billion of us leap out of our chests- to magically blend with you, beat for beat,
Each time you perform your beautifully invincible huddle—it makes us a billion of us feel that India is the strongest nation of them all, wondrously breathing and alive,
Each time you take those daring catches under the blinding Sun—it makes a billion of us feel that ‘Impossible’ is really a word non-existent and in the dictionary of dead fools,
Each time you rattle the opposition stumps with mere disdain—it makes a billion of us instantly gobble the deadliest venom in our laps—like it was life-yielding honey,
Each time you smile even under the mightiest onslaught around you—it makes a billion of us grit our teeth in determination—to forever conquer every devil in and around us,
Each time you ease out for lunch and refreshing drinks—it makes a billion of us fervently pray for the most sweetest of your victory- as you restarted a fresh innings,
Each time you tensely glance towards the miserably overcast skies—it makes a billion of us exude into inexhaustible pools of cold sweat—losing our mood for everything else,
Each time you rekindle the atmosphere with your heroic fielding—it makes a billion of us take fresh birth once again and lay all our inexplicable sorrows to perennial rest,
Each time you collectively charge forward in a blood-curling appeal—it makes a billion of us want to enter the soul of the third umpire and rule every decision in your favor,
Each time you break records of even the slightest of denomination—it makes a billion of us salute our revered flag, in honor and glory of your majestically gallant prowess,
Each time you lay injured on the austere turf—it makes a billion of us inconsolably bleed in the innermost of our veins—wanting to be shoulder to each of your cries,
Each time you sportingly shake hands with the opposition even in face of defeat—it makes a billion of us feel that we’re not at war-but relishing cricket at its imperious best,
Each time you run down the pitch to perseveringly earn every invaluable run—it makes a billion of us feel the scent of our sacred motherland drift from you—even though a countless kilometers apart,
Each time you go for the kill even as the target loomed impossibly beyond your reach—it makes a billion of us feel that the air around us is our ultimate resuscitating paradise,
And each time you lift the ‘Cricket World Cup’ for us or even thought of doing that in your dreams—it makes a billion of us rediscover our forgotten identities, makes us feel that we’re proud to be an offspring of this great Indian soil—that we’re proud to be a true Indian.
Nikhil Parekh
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1236.
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Effects of musk perfume
cloud smokes of aroma rose tantalizingly in the air,
dull sheaths of cabin air were drenched with
fragrance,
spotless patches of shirt were smeared with wet spray,
transparent beds of water got coated with musk
flavor,
bunch of flowers in cane pots went berserk,
dry parchments of paper fluttered in glee,
sheets of polished wood bubbled in ecstasy,
bathroom tiles sparkled, smelt of fresh scotch whisky,
heavy curtain drapery greedily absorbed moisture,
grey crested peacock spread majestic wings to full
circles,
bulky leather folders were enveloped in residue of
molten wax,
wire meshed window grills breathed in scented air,
ceiling fan blades revolved faster with pepped
exhilaration,
pure stone idols showed feeble signs of new found
life,
straight walls of plaster leaned closer for mere
caresses,
persian ground carpet raised its fur in insatiable
desire,
electronic telephone developed shriller tunes,
as i sprayed the deer musk perfume at all quarters,
maniacally compressed the release button to its
fullest capacity,
spreading its exotic effect to every inch of free
space in my room.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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