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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1437.
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Immortally living art
To procreate countless more of your kind was
inherently natural; but to instill in them the
irrefutably invincible principles of mankind; was a
majestically impeccable art,
To replenish your stomach with all tantalizingly
piquant food on this Universe was inevitably natural;
but to scrupulously digest them and yet sparkle into
an ocean of celestially rubicund health; was a
perseveringly magical art,
To transit into a heavenly slumber and fantasize
uninhibitedly about all ingratiating exoticism on this
planet was blissfully natural; but to manifest all
those spell binding dreams into an eternal reality;
was an unassailably enduring art,
To listen to the fulminating voices of your intrepid
soul was poignantly natural; but to invincibly march
forward in united patriotism to annihilate the last
iota of evil from your sacrosanct motherland; was an
indefatigably resplendent art,
To euphorically bathe at the commencement of brilliant
sunshine was iridescently natural; but to utilize
every bit of your marvelously sparkling freshness to
enlighten all despicably bereaved humanity; was an
ebulliently gutsy art,
To dance till eternity in times of ecstatic jubilation
was exuberantly natural; but to ubiquitously
disseminate the same unending happiness in every
dwelling besieged with horrifically remorseful
despair; was a handsomely philanthropic art,
To wholeheartedly immerse yourself in your very own
religion was holistically natural; but to
unequivocally preach the religion of humanity till the
last breath of your existing life; was a
grandiloquently benign art,
To encapsulate your entire persona with ravishing
petals of rose and insatiably overwhelming scent was
scintillatingly natural; but to waft the Omnipotent
scent of coalesced mankind; on every murderously
manipulative cranny of this earth; was a timelessly
mesmerizing art,
To profoundly enjoy the divinely melody in the
atmosphere was quintessentially natural; but to
tirelessly propagate every element of your ebullience
to all those miserably crippled and penurious
destitute; was a glitteringly humanitarian art,
To sight umpteenth galleries of wonderfully serene
objects around you was instinctively natural; but to
altruistically become the walking stick of all those
horrendously penalized and gruesomely blind; was a
miraculously Omniscient art,
To sagaciously invest all your fathomless treasuries
of wealth in the best possible gains was prudently
natural; but to chivalrously dissipate even a
minuscule fraction of your opulence to the service of
the devastatingly deprived; was a perpetually sacred
art,
To joyously gallop through fields of flirtatiously
sensuous freedom was flamboyantly natural; but to
hoist all those bereft of hands and feet to
destinations transcending the land of paradise; was a
benevolently bequeathing art,
To cling to the lap of your mother whenever you felt
gorily shattered was incomprehensibly natural; but to
perennially ensure that the entire planet irrevocably
clung to the strings of enchanting humanity; was a
gloriously princely art,
To harmoniously augment the granaries of crimson blood
in your countenance was poignantly natural; but to
selflessly shed the same for your countrymen
incarcerated with treacherous despair; was a
glitteringly Omnipresent art,
To decorate your pristinely barren skin with royal
pearls and ornaments was splendidly natural; but to
stupendously embellish the fabric of all despicably
dithering mankind with untamed cloudbursts of love;
was a ubiquitously charismatic art,
To act candidly and in synergy with the voice of your
intransigently righteous conscience was intrinsically
natural; but to wholesomely decimate the salacious web
of lies from every corner of this earth with the voice
of unconquerably impeccable truth; was a royally
regale art,
To tranquilly inhale air all round the clock and with
the most prolific of intensity was indispensably
natural; but to aristocratically placate the brutally
traumatized agony of all those miserably divested with
each of your breath; was a passionately Almighty art,
To relentlessly love and bountifully adore the girl of
your every dream was tumultuously natural; but
dedicating every single beat of your heart to all
those orphaned and acrimoniously betrayed; was an
unfathomably heavenly art,
And to rhapsodically live this birth and
intransigently perceive to survive for an infinite
more births yet to come was incredulously natural; but
sacrificing each instant of your life to astoundingly
spawn a countless new tomorrows of optimistic hope and
vibrant courage; was an immortally living art…..
©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1438.
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Immortally Natural
An infinitesimal fraction accentuated was the tip of
the flamboyantly towering hill; pompously soaring
towards the Omnipotently golden Sun,
An inconspicuous fraction accentuated was the salt
entrapped in the ravishingly undulating waves;
simmering in poignantly untamed desire; as the froth
emphatically clashed against the marvelous rocks,
A capricious fraction accentuated were the blades of
perennial grass; overwhelmingly encapsulated with
coats of effusively profuse green and a tantalizingly
enthralling carpet of scintillating dewdrops,
A transient fraction accentuated were the clouds in
the fathomlessly ebullient sky; extravagantly
enveloped with shades of embellished scarlet and
streaks of voluptuously thunderous lightening,
An ethereal fraction accentuated were the philosophers
in the classroom; tumultuously over-doing their acts
of portraying an unfathomably unending repertoire of
human emotions,
A fugitive fraction accentuated were the roses in the
blissful meadows; indefatigably blooming to caress the
walls of eternal paradise; profoundly enticing the
mischievously philandering bees for a quick kiss,
A diminutive fraction accentuated were the speeches of
the manipulative politicians; spuriously promising the
masses of things; they perhaps might not be able to
ever witness even in an infinite more lifetimes,
A mercurial fraction accentuated was the melting of
the incomprehensibly mammoth iceberg; at times
deliberating wailing as the Sun caressed it an instant
longer; with its compassionately magical rays,
An ephemeral fraction accentuated was the painting of
the sensuously romantic artist; intransigently
overwhelming even the most tiniest iota of the barren
canvas; with vibrantly loquacious color,
A parsimonious fraction accentuated was the
scintillating shark’s tail; bombastically flashing
every now and again in rustically volatile frostiness,
An evanescent fraction accentuated was the regally
soaring eagle in the sky; shamelessly exhibiting its
mesmerizing wings a trifle more than necessary; and
more unabashedly as each second unfurled into a
wholesome minute,
A tiny fraction accentuated was the exhilaratingly
dancing peacock; at times stretching its feathers
beyond the dormitories of comfort; just to replenish
and rejoice in the wonderfully glorious rain,
A minute fraction accentuated was the song of the
melodiously enchanting nightingale; leaving its
ecstatically relentless reverberations even centuries
unprecedented even after; it emanated its first voice,
A miniature fraction accentuated was the animated leap
of the boisterous frogs; incessantly bouncing in the
sleazily stray monsoon ponds; throughout the fabric of
the exotically divine night,
A bizarre fraction accentuated were the parties of the
disconcertingly dissatisfied business tycoons;
baselessly blowing quintessentially precious moments
of veritably vital life; in meaningless wisps of cigar
smoke and wine,
An insipid fraction accentuated was the stride of the
sluggishly languishing tortoise; as it took
imperceptibly marathon hours on the trot; to even
sprout its neck out of its obdurately motionless
shell,
A non-existent fraction accentuated was the march of
the victoriously exuberant soldiers; tirelessly
brandishing their unflinching brawn and sword; to
realms beyond infinite infinity,
An indecipherable fraction accentuated was the
frequency of unconquerably timeless breath; at moments
inadvertently expunging out with truculently volatile
ferocity; to release the inner most chords of the
bereaved soul,
But immortally natural; uninhibitedly priceless;
invincibly Omniscient; was their eternally gratifying
love; as each beat of their heart kept on rhythmically
bonding with all philanthropically benign; as each
beat of their heart bountifully coalesced into a
symbiotic journey of oneness; which lasted for an
endless more lifetimes….
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Nikhil Parekh
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1439.
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Immortally Yours
Unsurpassably yours were these eyes of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring
their
very best; to pave a way for you through the most horrendously
asphyxiating
of your blackness,
Sensuously yours were these lips of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring
their
very best; to trigger an unending gorge of smiles in your tyrannically
despairing life,
Compassionately yours were these fingers of mine; inexhaustibly
endeavoring
their very best; to weave an endless civilization of regally triumphant
artistry through every mundanely suffocating moment of yours,
Tantalizingly yours were these eyelashes of mine; inexhaustibly
endeavoring
their very best; to embellish every drearily dwindling aspect of your
existence with inimitably untamed mischief,
Blissfully yours were these shadows of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring
their
very best; to beautifully mollify every bit of traumatically scorching
agony
in your frazzled soul,
Unflinchingly yours were these shoulders of mine; inexhaustibly
endeavoring
their very best; to permeate your intermittently deteriorating
strength;
with the fortitude of blazing existence,
Gregariously yours were these palms of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring
their
very best; to cushion your miserably fatigued scalp; whenever it wanted
to
eternally rest,
Passionately yours were these bloodstreams of mine; inexhaustibly
endeavoring their very best; to eternally coalesce your inexplicably
quavering spirit with the spirit of unshakably priceless humanity,
Intriguingly yours were these brain cells of mine; inexhaustibly
endeavoring
their very best; to engender an unlimited ocean of burgeoning
innovation in
your haplessly dejected and hopelessly demented stride,
Lusciously yours were these skin pores of mine; inexhaustibly
endeavoring
their very best; to ignite the rays of unparalleled desire in your
persona;
whenever it wanted to deliriously embrace the apocalypses of invidious
infertility,
Robustly yours were these cheeks of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring
their
very best; to impregnate every disparagingly gloomy instant of your
life
with vividly eclectic charm and charismatic color,
Earnestly yours was this signature of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring
its
very best; to unassailably stand by you like an unfettered rock;
whenever
you felt that your identity was being pulverized to frigidly
inconspicuous
ash,
Melodiously yours was this voice of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring its
very
best; to resplendently illuminate your every torturously lambasted
second;
with the Omnipotent lullaby of symbiotic existence,
Peerlessly yours were these bones of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring
their
very best; to perennially sequester your nimbly sensitive form; from
even
the most minuscule of atrocious vagary in the chapter of inscrutable
life,
Unhesitatingly yours were these feet of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring
their very best; to pave a path of gloriously majestic victory for you;
when
you seemed to have entirely lost direction; neither had the power to
stride,
Vivaciously yours was this belly of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring its
very
best; to ebulliently arouse you from the very depths of your ghoulish
coffin; with its immeasurably seductive rhythm in the royally
star-studded
night,
Irrefutably yours was this humanity of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring
its
very best; to metamorphose even the most diminutive trace of
salaciously
decrepit treachery in your soul; into a fountain of fragrantly
iridescent
truth,
Ardently yours was this sweat of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring its
very
best; to tirelessly flow and without the tiniest of reproach; while you
lazed and stretched your bones till the aisles of eternal eternity,
Fierily yours was this breath of mine; inexhaustibly endeavoring its
very
best; to perpetuate the mantra of your survival to unrestrictedly
blaze;
everytime you were circumscribed by the gallows of hypochondriac death,
But Immortally yours O! Mate was this heart of mine; with its beats
perpetually loving you; insuperably bonding with you; irrespective of
your
caste; creed or color; not only for this birth; for an infinite more
births
till the time the Creator wanted this earth to chime…
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Nikhil Parekh
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1440.
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Impossible
I could perhaps snap her photograph into a countless halves of inane
nothingness; screaming the last breath out of my lungs to express my
unlimited exasperation,
I could perhaps pulverize her engagement ring into the furthermost
realms of
the trash can; happily adorning my fingers with bucolic cow-dung
instead,
I could perhaps feed every morsel of tantalizing food that she’d
prepared
for me; to the frigidly wastrel pigs near the fetid lavatory seat,
I could perhaps ruthlessly excoriate all the compassionate sweaters
that’d
she’d spun for me; incessantly imploring me to wear the same; everytime
we
met in our flirtatiously clandestine days,
I could perhaps abjectly spit on every nimble footprint that she made;
dismissing it into inconspicuous oblivion and far away from my sight;
that
very instant when she left,
I could perhaps brutally ransack her delectably punctilious wardrobe;
ominously staining every impeccable fabric that she wore; with
atrociously
disillusioning rust,
I could perhaps hide her spectacles at a corner where she’d never be
able to
discover; leaving her groping in the asphyxiating dark; for cynically
condemning the artistic profession that I had undertook,
I could perhaps curse her to the most unprecedented limits of hell; for
eloping at the slightest opportunity that she could conceive; to her
parent’s place,
I could perhaps make the most hideously distorted face of the morbid
devil
in her bathroom mirror; uninhibitedly using her favorite bar of
tawdrily
crimson lipstick,
I could perhaps astutely lay a feckless banana skin on every path that
she
would traverse upon; so that she plunged head-on towards cold floor;
even
before she could alight a single foot,
I could perhaps lay a surreptitious handful of red ants beneath the
very
mattress that she slept; so that her entire night went in
vituperatively
groaning and scratching raw; whilst I celestially snored,
I could perhaps give her the tightest of slap on her pristine cheek;
for
impudently pestering upon me to buy every beautiful thing on the
limitless
Universe; when infact all that rattled in my pockets were
infinitesimally
worthless stones,
I could perhaps solely pinpoint upon her molehill of ludicrously
staggering
deficiencies; making her indefatigably feel the most depressed entity
on
earth alive,
I could perhaps proclaim her as the most perfidiously nonchalant girl
on
this Universe; to the entire society where we lived; for making
ostensible
passes at every handsome hunk that passed her step,
I could perhaps pay a deaf ear to even the most of her hoarsely
anguished
cries; as she was the one who’d started it all; by baselessly poisoning
the
mind of my child towards my every decision in vibrant life,
I could perhaps blend sleeping pills into her morning milk; so that she
peacefully slept all day; and I remained wholesomely bereft of the
tiniest
of her perniciously slandering sarcasms; for apparently no fault of
mine,
I could perhaps viciously stamp her irascibly writhing foot in glaring
public; as she started to shed every bit of her integrity like the
withering
leaf; in the center of the jauntily crowded street,
I could perhaps uncontrollably kick her left; right and dead center;
for
deliberating sending me off on a unnecessary household errand; whilst
she
established new norms of infidelity; smooching every stranger she met;
till
unceremonious passions galore,
But no matter how angry was I on her; for not living up to my
expectations;
for not being the ideal wife I had perceived; for mercilessly violating
my
spirit of truth and egalitarian humanity; for this umpteenth reason or
that;
it was impossible to erase memories of those poignantly fragrant
moments
when we’d first met; it was impossible to erase those words of Immortal
Love
which we’d confessed while we courted; it was impossible to erase even
a
minuscule fraction of her from my passionately throbbing heart; for an
infinite more destined lives and lifetimes….
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Nikhil Parekh
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