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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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O! Heavenly Mother
The battalion of servants in vicinity loved you for
your chivalrous tendencies; the benevolent disposition
of your heart to cater to them with an egalitarian
smile,
The dog wandering on the lawns loved you for giving
him a juicy bone; overwhelmingly placating his
famished gluttony for the hungry day to yet unveil,
The fleet of boisterous sparrows perched on the barren
rooftops loved you for deluging their bowl with
sparkling globules of water; delectably pacifying
their thirst in the peak of acrimoniously sweltering
summer,
The Man at the grocery store loved you for your benign
mannerisms; the compassionately warm thanks you
uttered; as you accomplished your every purchase,
The toddler crawling innocuously on the ground loved
you for your intimate softness; the vivacious
innocence with which you hoisted them high and
handsome towards the misty sky,
The cat sitting on the fence loved you for the
ravishingly frosty milk you fed it every dawn;
irrefutably ensuring that it kept smacking its
rubicund tongue for countless hours thereafter,
The widow residing next door loved you for your
uninhibited support; the stupendous empathy with which
you made her inexplicable tears a part of your own
persevering life,
The ground through which you transgressed all day and
night loved you for your voluptuously satiny caress;
the unbelievably astronomical care you took to avoid
the ruthless trampling of its soft granules,
The beggars trembling uncontrollably on the streets
loved you for your profound sympathy; the profusely
philanthropic attitude you displayed while feeding
them with precious meals of bread and brime,
The succulent bunch of scarlet cherries loved you for
embellishing them like a royal prince; placing them
majestically on the icing of the valentine cake,
The orphans on the streets loved you for providing
them with a place to rest; invincibly harboring them
with loads of comforting warmth in the realms of the
perilously treacherous night,
The paintbrush lying still on the mantelpiece loved
you for sketching mesmerizing lines of the landscape;
imparting new life to the fathomlessly barren and dull
sheets of dolorously dilapidated canvas,
The festoon of garish clothes stashed in the wardrobe
loved you for meticulously ironing them; washing them
scrupulously in an ocean of enchantingly bubbly foam,
The clouds floating in the cosmos loved you for
admiring them till eternity; drowning yourself
completely into the tantalizing blanket of their
unparalleled glory,
The vibrantly gaudy butterflies fluttering in free
space loved you for your youthful leap; the
astoundingly incredulous way in which you rejoiced
with them in the aisles of rampant fun and ecstatic
frolic,
The freshly born infant loved you for your mischievous
smile; the peck you gave it on its robust cheeks;
fomenting it inevitably to euphorically bounce forward
with newly discovered life,
The irascibly pertinent rat loved you for your
unsurpassable pity; the incomprehensible mercy you
portrayed by leaving it to gallivant like a king in
the fields; after releasing it from the horrendously
obnoxious mousetrap,
The Man of the house loved you for your unprecedented
sense of responsibility; the incessant stream of love
that kept pouring relentlessly and without the
slightest of expectation from your divinely heart,
And I loved you O! Heavenly Mother for bearing me 9
months in your sacred womb; raising me up this big
with perpetual longing and care; so that I could enjoy
the world in its most fullest form today; coin plans
to blissfully live for infinite more tomorrows….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Our relation
Our relation was just as profoundly perpetual as that between the Ocean and the Shores; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s pristine grace,
Our relation was just as celestially perpetual as that between the Sun and the Earth; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s fructifying grace,
Our relation was just as blessedly perpetual as that between the Lotus and the Raindrop; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s redolent grace,
Our relation was just as sacredly perpetual as that between the Tree and the Breeze; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s vivacious grace,
Our relation was just as emolliently perpetual as that between the Rose and the Bumble Bee; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s unadulterated grace,
Our relation was just as brilliantly perpetual as that between the Oyster and the Pearl; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s royal grace,
Our relation was just as unbelievably perpetual as that between the Soldier and the Sword; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s blistering grace,
Our relation was just as insuperably perpetual as that between the Grass and the Dew; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s blissful grace,
Our relation was just as indomitably perpetual as that between the Cow and the Meadow; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s venerated grace,
Our relation was just as truthfully perpetual as that between the Peacock and the Monsoon; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s enamoring grace,
Our relation was just as symbiotically perpetual as that between the Clouds and the Horizons; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s eternal grace,
Our relation was just as infallibly perpetual as that between the Desert and the Mirage; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s silken grace,
Our relation was just as unshakably perpetual as that between the Moon and the Night; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s enchanting grace,
Our relation was just as fantastically perpetual as that between the Crop and the Soil; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s burgeoning grace,
Our relation was just as mellifluously perpetual as that between the Breast and the Milk; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s Omniscient grace,
Our relation was just as interminably perpetual as that between the Mind and the Dream; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s adventurous grace,
Our relation was just as sensuously perpetual as that between the Nostril and the Breath; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s poignant grace,
Our relation was just as divinely perpetual as that between the Martyr and the Mud; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s altruistic grace,
And our relation was just as ubiquitously perpetual as that between the Heart and the Beat; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s benign grace…
©®COPYRIGHT-2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Nikhil Parekh
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Our relation-1
Our relation was just as profoundly perpetual as that between the Ocean
and
the Shores; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet
immortally
loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s
pristine
grace,
Our relation was just as celestially perpetual as that between the Sun
and
the Earth; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet
immortally
loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s
fructifying
grace,
Our relation was just as blessedly perpetual as that between the Lotus
and
the Raindrop; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet
immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each
other’s
redolent grace,
Our relation was just as sacredly perpetual as that between the Tree
and the
Breeze; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet immortally
loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s
vivacious
grace,
Our relation was just as emolliently perpetual as that between the Rose
and
the Bumble Bee; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet
immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each
other’s
unadulterated grace,
Our relation was just as brilliantly perpetual as that between the
Oyster
and the Pearl; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet
immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each
other’s
royal grace,
Our relation was just as unbelievably perpetual as that between the
Soldier
and the Sword; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet
immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each
other’s
blistering grace,
Our relation was just as insuperably perpetual as that between the
Grass and
the Dew; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet
immortally
loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s
blissful
grace,
Our relation was just as indomitably perpetual as that between the Cow
and
the Meadow; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet
immortally
loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s
venerated
grace,
Our relation was just as truthfully perpetual as that between the
Peacock
and the Monsoon; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet
immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each
other’s
enamoring grace,
Our relation was just as symbiotically perpetual as that between the
Clouds
and the Horizons; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet
immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each
other’s
eternal grace,
Our relation was just as infallibly perpetual as that between the
Desert and
the Mirage; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet
immortally
loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s silken
grace,
Our relation was just as unshakably perpetual as that between the Moon
and
the Night; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet
immortally
loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s
enchanting
grace,
Our relation was just as fantastically perpetual as that between the
Crop
and the Soil; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet
immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each
other’s
burgeoning grace,
Our relation was just as mellifluously perpetual as that between the
Breast
and the Milk; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet
immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each
other’s
Omniscient grace,
Our relation was just as interminably perpetual as that between the
Mind and
the Dream; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet
immortally
loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s
adventurous
grace,
Our relation was just as sensuously perpetual as that between the
Nostril
and the Breath; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet
immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each
other’s
poignant grace,
Our relation was just as divinely perpetual as that between the Martyr
and
the Mud; which never ever could marry and become one; but yet
immortally
loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each other’s
altruistic
grace,
And our relation was just as ubiquitously perpetual as that between the
Heart and the Beat; which never ever could marry and become one; but
yet
immortally loved each other; couldn’t stay an instant without each
other’s
benign grace…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Poetry, Poetry and only Poetry
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….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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