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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Blotches
I sprinkled bountiful water on the cluster of tree
leaves; granting their
surface a scintillating radiance and shine,
Yet they developed disdainful blotches of dust on
their persona; as the rustic
wind blew in wild draughts.
I polished the marble with moulds of wax and feathery
sponge; continued to do
so until it glistened,
Yet it developed a series of blue blotches; as the
toddlers unwittingly
spilled globules of writing ink.
I wore a crisp cotton shirt entwined with threads of
white silk in the
morning; meticulously wiping of all the dirt with my
snake brush,
Yet it developed a blend of obnoxious blotches; as the
tyranny of sun and
perspiration overpowered me in entirety.
I voraciously scrubbed the wall using a lather of
antiseptic foam;
scrupulously cleansing all the unwanted grime,
Yet it developed infinite blotches and irregular scars
minutes later; as the
cars traversing blew a load of contaminated gutter
water.
I tenaciously rubbed the interiors of the cloistered
well using battens of
steel; made sure that the grease and stale algae was
thoroughly annihilated,
Yet the surface developed blotches of black mud along
with a fleet of
incorrigible termite; as a few nights passed by.
I rigorously scraped all the mud from the temple
bells; making their demeanor
sparkle in the midday sun,
Yet they developed a plethora of blotches juxtaposed
with ghastly stains; as
scores of devotees incessantly rang them creating a
pandemonium.
I delicately chiseled streaks of condensed clay from
my fingernail; to render
it with a salubrious complexion,
Yet it developed painted blotches stuffed with trapped
particles; a few hours
after I consumed my meal of boiled rice.
I stringently brushed my bare bruise with a concoction
of medicinal balm and
ointment; to eradicate prevailing infection,
Yet it developed hostile blotches; seconds later when
it was exposed to
acerbic atmosphere.
I adroitly brushed off briquettes of soil from my pet
dogs skin; bathing him
in a tub replete with soapy foam,
Yet he developed irrevocable blotches of green on his
skin; after rolling
uninhibitedly in the grass.
It was now the turn of my beloved; I made her stand in
the most blistering of
fire; the most savage of oceans; the most lecherous of
society,
She withstood the test with tumultuous endurance;
escaped without a single
indentation on all occasions; facing an army of
acrimonious tests in her
life,
And the most astounding thing was; she didn’t acquire
any scars; her heart was
as pure as gold; her character immaculate and her
conscience was free of the
remotest of blotch.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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126.
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Both the hands of my creator
Even if the entire world kicked me brutally in my
rear; not accepting me for my aberrant behavior and
eccentric way of living,
Even if the entire world considered me as an
untouchable; repelling a thousand meters away from me;
complaining about foul stench,
Even if the entire world perceived me as horrendously
black; a profoundly appalling sight to confront with
even in the blackest of night,
Even if the entire world thought me to be an imbecile
buffoon; not possessing the ability to converse
eloquently; stuttering miserably at every word I
spoke,
Even if the entire world conceived me to be cold ice;
lazily staring into open space without moving a single
finger in the day,
Even if the entire world banged me incorrigibly hard
in the stomach; kept me famished for fortnights on the
trot under the sweltering fire ball of Sun,
Even if the entire world banished me from every
religion; stripping me of my rustic attire;
incarcerating each part of my body in hideously
gleaming chains,
Even if the entire world laughed at me incessantly for
my indigenous and village like voice; vehemently
condemned me for not adhering to the norms of the
supremely sophisticated society,
Even if the entire world refrained to talk to me;
sneering at me scornfully for not following a spurious
chain of religious policies,
Even if the entire world spat at me for growing an
abysmally long beard; not walking on the roads with my
arms and legs perfectly aligned and in excellent
synchronization,
Even if the entire world whipped me for choosing an
unconventional path of writing poetry; not marching
towards office at the stringent unfurling of 9 'O'
clock in the morning; interacting with an ambience
overwhelmingly laden with glamour and stupendous
gaiety,
Even if the entire world tenaciously opposed my virtue
of speaking the most bitter of truth; lying naked on
the streets when I could I have easily earned millions
by uttering a string of blatant lies,
Even if the entire world furtively chalked policies to
defeat me; plotting nefarious schemes to overtopple me
behind my back,
Even if the entire world addressed me by a volley of
incoherent abuse; flooding my innocent ears with
nothing else but indiscriminate tunes of malice,
Even if the entire world rejected me for my stubborn
ideals; ubiquitously propagating all mankind,
Even if the entire world orphaned me; shutting their
doors savagely on my face with the onset of chill and
shimmering twilight,
Even if the entire world stood like an invincible
fortress in my way; not letting me and my beloved
breathe the slightest; strangulating us with their
barbaric norms and ways,
Even if the entire world discarded me like a pack of
burnt matchsticks; placing me in a remote iron prison
high on the summit of the mountains,
And inspite of all this; I would still be the happiest
man on this earth; would feel the most blessed of all;
as I had both the hands of my creator harboring me
from all sides; seeing to it and immortally ensuring
that each fantasy of mine converted itself into a
veritable reality…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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127.
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Capable of doing
Perched in morbid silence upon its nest; made it feel
that it was a horrendous piece of obliterated shit;
decaying in the dungeons of malicious boredom,
While the regale eagle realized what it was
magnificently capable of doing; only when it spread
its majestic wings a profound throttle; and
ecstatically surged forward in fathomless puffs of;
vibrantly exhilarating sky…..
Lazing languidly in its cavern of forlorn darkness;
made it feel that it was an inconspicuous mosquito;
being ominously devoured by the unsparingly
asphyxiating atmosphere around,
While the royal lion realized what it was unassailably
capable of doing; only when it spread its thunderously
furry legs; majestically sprinted in the boundless
expanse of the mystical forests; reigning supreme for
times immemorial…..
Sulking miserably in its hive of disdainfully sticky
mucus; made it feel that it like existing infinite
feet beneath its grave; although it still possessed
perfectly glorious life,
While the aristocratic bee realized what it was
melodiously capable of doing; only when it unveiled
its vivaciously resplendent wings a marvelous blossom;
ecstatically hummed and buzzed on the heavenly rose;
as the Sun bestowed its bountifully golden rays….
Pathetically camouflaged behind the entrenchment of
frigidly soggy clouds; made it feel the most
diminutively impoverished entity on earth alive;
though it was the nearest to the Almighty lord from
all sides,
While the Omnipotent Sun realized what it was
celestially capable of doing; only when it unraveled
its unconquerably scintillating artistry to the most
stupendous fullest; profusely deluging even the most
infinitesimally obscure cranny of this gigantic
Universe; with spell binding hope and optimistic
shine….
Lugubriously slithering on the nonchalantly reticent
iceberg and cursing its tyrannized past; made it feel
as if a singleton globule of insipid water was enough
to brutally drown it towards its ungainly doom,
While the gladiator shark realized what it was
resurgently capable of doing; only when it
euphorically propelled forward like white lightening
through the ravishingly choppy waters; unrelentingly
exploring the mysticism of the tantalizingly poignant
sea…..
Surreptitiously hiding behind the sequestering
mountains; made him feel like a pancake of ludicrous
nothingness; although he had the flag of his
sacrosanct country in his hands,
While the patriotic soldier realized what he was
fearlessly capable of doing; only when he
unflinchingly entered the heart of the battlefield
with insatiable fires igniting his eyes; as he
relinquished even the last of his breath; for
immortalizing the glory of his divine motherland….
Rotting in the despicably delinquent dungeons; made it
feel as if it was the poorest chunk of neglected
garbage; parsimoniously alive,
While the enamoring cistern of diamonds realized what
they were pricelessly capable of doing; only when they
sprang up in harmonious unison of holistic earth;
marvelously enlightening the complexion of the ghastly
night; with unequivocally pristine light…..
Imprisoned in realms of rigidly disgusting silence;
made it feel as if was an inexplicably wavering
orphan; staggering into discordant incoherence as
every instant unleashed into a wholesome minute,
While the enchanting voice realized what it was
exotically capable of doing; only when it
uninhibitedly bounced out of the throat; bloomingly
perpetuating every ingredient of the disastrously dull
ambience; with sounds of cheer and astounding
solidarity….
And gruesomely incarcerated within the chest and
boundaries of the conventionally lambasting society;
made it feel as if it were an insidious robot being
vindictively controlled every second; by reigns of
bizarrely barbaric manipulation,
While the unconquerable heart realized what it was
blissfully capable of doing; only when it ecstatically
leaped out of the chest; immortally uniting each of
its resplendently passionate beats with eternal love;
love and only priceless love….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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128.
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Companion
The flamboyantly blazing rays of the marvelously royal
Sun; were my passionately piquant companions; for the
perseveringly sweltering day,
Ravishing beams of mystically resplendent moonlight;
were my eternally gratifying companions; for the
voluptuously silken night,
The tree leaves rustling in spell binding
vivaciousness; were my most blissful companions in my
times of; disastrously sordid loneliness,
Springs of Omnisciently cascading water; were my
bountifully quelling companions; when I dreadfully
sulked in a whirlpool of abominably horrendous dirt,
Pristine shores incessantly rumbling with
tantalizingly undulating waves; were my ravishingly
tangy companions; in my times of drearily despicable
depression,
Fathomless carpets of enchantingly grandiloquent
skies; were my timelessly invincible companions; in my
times of lackadaisically crippling boredom,
Hives of melodiously sweet and glitteringly golden
honey; were my beautifully enamoring companions; in my
times of gruesomely malevolent bitterness,
Truculently vibrant tornados of patriotism; were my
unflinchingly intrepid companions; in my times of
remorsefully morbid stagnation and doleful malice,
Innocuously Omnipotent and divinely children; were my
unequivocally benign companions; in my times of
horrendously manipulative distress,
Enigmatically slithering and charismatic snakes; were
my enchantingly evoking companions; in my times of
maniacally commercial monotonousness,
Redolently everlasting and incredulously profuse
roses; were my integrally handsome companions; in my
times of despairingly staggering melancholy,
Whirlwinds of untamed exuberance; were my perpetually
bestowing companions; in my times of nonchalantly
dwindling towards my gorily sinister corpse,
Aristocratically silken and mesmerizing feathers; were
my magically symbiotic companions; in my times of
irascibly disdainful nervousness,
Rhapsodically raining marshmallows of azure clouds;
were my torrentially dynamic companions; in my times
of penalizingly sorrowful banishment,
Tantalizingly boisterous and fascinating fairies; were
my ingratiatingly iridescent companions; in my times
of disgustingly orphaned prejudice,
Rivers of impeccably glistening milk; were my
celestially profound companions; in my times of
murderously abhorrent fanaticism,
Omnipresently sacrosanct steps of the princely mosque;
were my pricelessly ultimate companions; in my times
of inexplicably unending and tyrannizing trauma,
Fireballs of insatiably untamed breath; were my
tumultuously compassionate companions; in my times of
dastardly extinguishing into winds of cowardly
oblivion,
But your immortally impregnable and ebullient heart;
was my Omnipotently eternal companion; for each
impoverished moment of my present; and countless more
optimistically scintillating lifetimes…..
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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