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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1477.
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Man eater at large
The birds on the trees screeched hysterically; permeating the
atmosphere with
their shrill ringing,
Cars on the streets swerved wildly; clashing head on with the electric
poles,
Children studying diligently in school; rushed out in a frenzy from the
building,
Women busy chatting in shopping malls; froze in their footsteps;
drowned
wholesomely in the chaotic pandemonium,
Infants crawling innocuously on the floor started to cry incessantly;
banging
their diminutive fists against the table,
Businessmen contemplating the intricacies of market; dropped their
money;
galloped like a boisterous kangaroo for life,
The meticulous bus conductor forgot to halt at stops; speeded the
vehicle;
whizzing like a demon through the placid countryside,
People languishing in the pool with the sun sizzling their frigid skin;
sprinted to seek shelter in the dense jugglery of bush as the last
resort,
Clusters of teenagers painstakingly sucking ice-candy; devoured it in a
single
gulp; sacrificing all pleasure and relish,
Dogs barking vociferously at unsuspecting strangers; subdued their
voices to
mellowed yawns,
The barber who was leisurely trimming scalp hair; plucking a thin
strand at a
time; scraped apart the entire beard; in a state of bewilderment;
infinite
beads of sweat trickling down his nape,
The petrified scientists in their state of agony; inadvertently
launched space
shuttles well ahead of the scheduled time,
The pop star dancing like an angel to pulsating tunes; collapsed with a
thud
on the floor like soggy matchsticks,
Security guards deployed on the border; fled helter-skelter using every
iota
of their imbibed skill; to salvage immediate shelter,
Doctors in their clinics took potent pills for palpitation; to pacify
their
volcanically throbbing hearts,
Fishes swimming majestically in imprisoned aquariums; slithered like
never
before; to the vibrations of passionate tension,
Mosquitoes profoundly engrossed in sucking ripe blood; left in a hurry;
flying
to unprecedented heights of the ceiling,
The spider raced several times in its web; feeling the insurmountable
agony
bursting in its tentacles,
The artist sketching panoramic valleys; almost swallowed the brush in
his
mouth; made a sheer travesty of the image in nervous excitement,
The prime minister articulately delivering the speech in his sonorous
voice;
disdainfully dropped the mike,
The sun rays winked a little from their blazing shine; the winds
blowing
across roads shivered inexplicably,
It was a complete mayhem out there; as the 10 foot long leopard escaped
from
caged bars; gallivanted like a king through the busy traffic lanes; and
a
single growl from the beast had people proclaiming in all directions of
the;
'MAN EATER AT LARGE'.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1478.
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Man-The Biggest Hypocrite…
He thanked the simmering rays of the Sun from the innermost realms of
his heart; for compassionately befriending his every heartlessly
chilly winter morning,
Whilst the same man unrelentingly abused the same Sun for transforming
him into a gutter of disdainful sweat; as the peak of afternoon crept
by and he trespassed his terrace barefoot…
He thanked the voluptuous puffs of clouds for permeating each instant
of his otherwise bedraggled day; with unparalleled fantasies of
desire; charm and inseparable longing,
Whilst the same man viciously abused the same clouds for bruising him
beyond repair; as he stumbled into the valley shouting for his life;
losing his footing into the velvety fading light….
He thanked the tree to no end for providing him the most blissful
shade of his life; wading all his worries to an eternal rest as he
uninhibitedly slept on its motherly trunk,
Whilst the same man intransigently abused the same tree for becoming
an infuriating hindrance; as he frantically searched for his beloved
amidst the fathomless network of forest grapevines; branches; stalks
and leaf….
He thanked the gigantic waves till his last trace of voice; for
rhythmically lifting his boat high and handsome towards the sky; with
poetically vivacious strokes galore,
Whilst the same man bawdily abused the same waves for betraying him as
he sank to the rock bottom of the ocean with his boat; suddenly not
able to withstand the undefeated flamboyancy of the waves anymore….
He thanked the surreally silent night with all his might; for giving
him that much needed inevitable reprieve from the vagaries of this
planet; where every robotic morning of worry led him to think only
suicide,
Whilst the same man unsparingly abused the same night for rendering
him in a state of abject loneliness; deserting him in fear of being
indiscriminately robbed as he incoherently babbled with the winds….
He thanked the unflinchingly straight walls with tears of gratitude in
his eyes; for being his best and most faithful companion; as he talked
to them when the entire world shunted and made parodies of his
eccentric delights,
Whilst the same man vindictively abused the same walls for badly
bruising his nose and imprisoning him till eternity; each time he
tried to run and feel the fresh atmosphere; outside….
He thanked the fathomless desert for triggering his imagination to the
most unprecedented limits; as the endless expanse of golden sands made
him a spontaneous artist filled with prolific joy of the living kind,
Whilst the same man inconsolably abused the same desert for making him
completely lose his moorings; hopelessly stranding him amidst a
labyrinth of only dust; as he winced to take on the force of one of
his chilliest nights….
He thanked the gustily blowing wind with open arms; for soaring his
kite like the ultimate magician up into bits of limitless sky; as his
fingers swayed to the tunes of the ardently charged string,
Whilst the same man inexorably abused the same wind for ruthlessly
pushing him to a racy death-100 floors down his building; as it blew
just a trifle too harder for his comfort and his foot inadvertently
tripped….
He thanked the triumphantly scintillating glass for honestly
portraying every contour of his personality; as he stood up with
integrity on his hard earned patch of soil,
Whilst the same man implacably abused the same glass for making him an
inferior societal neglect; as it reflected scores of other thousands
of beings more beautiful than him; and he now prepared himself to lead
a life ahead full of misery; self-destruction and gloom…
He thanked the virgin streaks of white lightening for igniting the
most dormant arenas of his brain; leading him to discover the
inexplicably mysterious world beyond the mundane,
Whilst the same man horrifically abused the same lightening for
reducing him into bits of invisibly ludicrous ash; as he stood a bit
longer under it to admire it in its full and untamed glory…
He thanked the tumultuously pelting drops of sensuous rain with
passionate folded palms; for blessing every disastrously parched nerve
of his with rhapsodic delight,
Whilst the same man barbarously abused the same rain for indefinitely
stranding him within four walls; as the incessant downpour
exasperatingly cut his every feasible link with the commercial globe
outside…
He thanked the boundlessly dense forests for allowing him to discover
his quintessential roots; as he let the seductive spray of the dew
evoke memories of the supernatural and beyond; in the spectacularly
star-studded night,
Whilst the same man remorsefully abused the same forests for making
him a wastrel wanderer; slapping the tag of a good-for-nothing
eccentric recluse into his now mysteriously groping eyes…
He thanked the compassionate woman living with him for making him feel
complete in every aspect of his existence; transcending his every
desire beyond the zenith of fulfillment,
Whilst the same man cruelly abused the same woman for circumscribing
his life into realms of responsibility; rendering him a mere puppet to
fulfill his worldly duties bereft of all spice; after a while…
You know why. Because every Man on earth; myself included; is the
biggest Hypocrite.
(c) (R) copyright Nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1479.
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Man-The Maker of his own destiny
It was perhaps natural if the deserts blamed the
flaming Sun for acrimoniously blistering into
tumultuous heat; as they were perpetually unable to do
anything; other than just relentlessly whirling into a
pool of disdainful dust and mirage; all night and
brilliant day,
It was perhaps natural if the trees blamed the
vengeful hurricanes for devastating their blissful
entity into an inconspicuously bedraggled heap; as
they were perpetually unable to anything; other than
just incessantly embedding their roots deeper and
deeper into stony cocoons of lackluster soil,
It was perhaps natural if the crops blamed the
torrential floods for wholesomely disorienting them
into pools of frigidly soiled banana skins; as they
were perpetually unable to do anything; other than
just obediently sway in the direction of the nimble
winds,
It was perhaps natural if the frogs blamed the
despondent well for perniciously incarcerating them
into dungeons of despair; as they were perpetually
unable to do anything; other than just loquaciously
leaping within the interiors; for countless more
births yet to unveil,
It was perhaps natural if the oceans blamed the fleet
of ominously advancing ships for profusely
adulterating their ravishingly tantalizing waters; as
they were perpetually unable to do anything; other
than just tirelessly undulating into a fountain of
rhapsodically tangy froth,
It was perhaps natural if the roses blamed the
abominable gutters for insidiously tarnishing its
mystical island of ebullient scent; as they were
perpetually unable to do anything; other than just
blossom into eternal fragrance with the unfurling of
ethereal dawn,
It was perhaps natural if the grass blamed the
treacherously trampling juggernaut of trucks for
squashing them indiscriminately into graveyards of
horrendous death; as they were perpetually unable to
do anything; other than just fluttering in
unbelievably aristocratic unison; to the commands of
the seductively enthralling breeze,
It was perhaps natural if the mountains blamed the
brutally freezing snow for making them ludicrously
shiver even in the heart of the flamboyantly
boisterous day; as they were perpetually unable to do
anything; other than just gigantically tower into the
handsome gorge of clouds; for boundless more births
yet to unveil,
It was perhaps natural if the dungeons blamed the
ominous blackness for barbarically asphyxiating them
in galleries of unsurpassable doom; as they were
perpetually unable to do anything; other than just
being timelessly submerged infinite kilometers;
beneath the surface of jubilant earth,
It was perhaps natural if the nightingale blamed the
ferocious lion for satanically massacring the
celestial melody in its fascinating sound; as it was
perpetually unable to do anything; other than just
beautiful unveil the mesmerizing chords of its throat;
to incomprehensible ecstasy,
It was perhaps natural if the photograph blamed
euphoric vivaciousness for continuously teasing it to
beyond the threshold limits of endurance; as it was
perpetually unable to do anything; other than just
stare in patient innocuousness; infinite hours on the
trot,
It was perhaps natural if the spider blamed the wildly
whirling winds for decimating its web into a
pulverized junkyard; as it was perpetually unable to
do anything; other than just frantically run and
suspend itself nervously from the silken strands,
It was perhaps natural if the honey blamed the
lethally venomous snake for salaciously marauding its
township of ebullient sweetness; as it was perpetually
unable to do anything; other than just ooze into a
enchantingly spell binding harmony; every unveiling
instant of the day,
It was perhaps natural if the rainbows blamed the
viciously clandestine clouds for snobbishly
obfuscating their vibrantly resplendent sparkle; as
they were perpetually unable to do anything; other
than just vividly sprout up and stringently adhere to
the sky; in times of both Sunshine and bountiful rain,
It was perhaps natural if milk blamed stagnatingly
dilapidated water for rendering its immaculately
salubrious persona into a worthless pool of insipid
nothingness; as it was perpetually unable to anything;
other than just cascade in synergistic harmony from
the sacred teats of Mother cow,
It was perhaps natural if the parrots blamed cages for
surreptitiously imprisoning their compassionately
uninhibited freedom; as they were perpetually unable
to do anything; other than just cheekily chirp in
innocently holistic tandem,
It was perhaps natural if the ants blamed the savagely
marching elephants for squelching them to countless
kilometers beneath their veritably stinking graves; as
they were perpetually unable to do anything; other
than just harmlessly squirm in collective troops and
symbiotically upon cold soil,
It was perhaps natural if the fruits blamed the
capricious branches of the tree for hurling them
uncouthly towards the apathetic ground at the
slightest draught of breeze; as they were perpetually
unable to do anything; other than just robustly
augmenting in shape and size; as time merrily elapsed
by,
But it was unfathomably preposterous if MAN blamed the
Almighty Creator for his unrelenting string of
ridiculous failures; for although the Omnipotent Lord
had majestically spawned him with passionately crimson
blood and bone; he was himself and irrefutably the
maker of his own destiny….
©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1480.
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Maximum Pleasure
The soap derived maximum pleasure; in cleaning tons of
disdainful dirt; scrupulously polishing each pore of
the rotten body,
The conglomerate of ominously black clouds derived
maximum pleasure; in thunderously showering down upon
the earth; inundating its fathomless barren
territories with sparkling water,
The obdurate and thick skinned crocodile derived
maximum pleasure; in pulverizing robust and supple
flesh into slender fragments of fine chowder,
The young maiden derived maximum pleasure; sighting
and admiring herself infinite number of times in the
mirror; combing her hair; deftly plucking the
slightest of blemish that cropped up on her persona,
The fur coated unruly street dog derived maximum
pleasure; barking and howling agonizingly the entire
night; keeping vigil while the rest of the world slept
like God's,
The eyes derived maximum pleasure; when fully open and
gazing at the mesmerizing beauty wandering delectably
through the mystical foliage,
The scarlet rose derived maximum pleasure; after
diffusing its enchanting fragrance prolifically all
around in vicinity,
The granules of silvery sand lying scattered in the
parched desert derived maximum pleasure; in suckling
virtually any kind of liquid; be it mineral water or
ghastly cans of kerosene,
The keys on the typewriter derived maximum pleasure;
when punched at electric speeds; tenaciously by
fingers functioning in splendid synchronization,
The fleet of birds wading solitarily on the river
waters derived maximum pleasure; when flying high and
handsome in patches of crystal blue sky; relishing the
caress of a cocoon of ravishing clouds as they soared
by,
The gaudy complexioned shirt derived maximum pleasure;
when worn on the chest of the flamboyant president;
displaying itself bombastically to as many people
possible in the outside world,
The fortress of teeth embodied within the lips derived
maximum pleasure; in intricately masticating rubicund
morsels of glistening carrot; nibbling at the roots in
lazy exultation,
The mouse derived maximum pleasure; after capturing a
battalion of mice; ruthlessly imprisoning them till
they were handed over to the master,
The golden elevator derived maximum pleasure; after
reaching the absolute pinnacle of the building; safely
transporting an armory of people to their required
destinations,
The minuscule matchstick derived maximum pleasure;
after igniting to a full bloom; profoundly
illuminating every household lingering in a pool of
morbid darkness,
The egg derived maximum pleasure; after hatching into
a tiny little and wonderful fledgling,
The feather tipped pen derived maximum pleasure; in
embedding million's of lines of literature; granting
stupendous status to every blank sheet of paper,
The omniscient entity of God derived maximum pleasure;
in creating boundless human beings and animate life;
blessing all individuals with the virtue to survive
and unprecedented happiness,
Every mother derived maximum pleasure; in nourishing
her child with her own blood and sacred milk;
harnessing its reservoir of hidden energies to the
fullest,
And every heart derived maximum pleasure; in throbbing
thunderously for the person it vehemently revered;
living solely and fervently for the person it loved on
this planet…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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