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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1561.
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Mother
To every triumphant smile of yours; she bounced like
the ultimate walls of paradise; blooming like a
festoon of freshly sprouting and everlastingly
blissful roses,
To every celestial snore of yours; she felt like the
most invincible queen on this colossal planet;
caressing her invincibly majestic fingers through your
curls; so that not even the most infinitesimal of evil
on this earth; could ever dream of disturbing you,
To every mischievous cavorting of yours; she felt at
the most incredulous epitome of camaraderie; showering
upon you every happiness of her sacrosanct soul; for
infinite more births of yours yet to unveil,
To every blazingly patriotic march of yours; she felt
the most astronomically privileged organism on this
boundless Universe; as tears of unconquerably royal
pride cascaded down her beautifully effulgent cheeks,
To every inexplicably traumatic pain of yours; she
altruistically abdicated her countless nights worth of
sleep; unflinchingly standing by your side; even as
licentiously lascivious leeches of bizarre disease
pelted upon you from; every conceivable side,
To every ardently insatiable desire of yours; she
bowed down in gloriously timid acquiescence;
indefatigably searching even the most diminutive
cranny of this earth; to procure you all eternally
unassailable bliss,
To every inquisitively blank stare of yours; she
boisterously reverberated like a magically placating
fairy; magnanimously bestowing every plausibly
fascinating answer in your frantically outstretched
and restless lap,
To every mellifluously enchanting expression of yours;
she swirled in unprecedented euphoria under the
poignantly dancing clouds; stupendously replenishing
each of her divine senses with your wave of endlessly
sparkling jubilation,
To every astoundingly emollient accomplishment of
yours; she scintillating applauded till beyond the
realms of infinite infinity; uninhibitedly proclaiming
your commemoration; to every entity that she
encountered on this limitless globe,
To every ephemerally fugitive whisper of yours; she
relentlessly groped even in the meadows of the most
horrifically ghastly nothingness; to try and decipher
the true meaning of your insipidly infidel prattling,
To every garrulously emaciated gnarl of yours; she
magnificently embellished your satanically slavering
palette; with the most fabulously redolent fruits of
nature’s ingratiatingly panoramic creation,
To every euphorically untamed cry of yours; she
liberated her sagacious persona of even the most
lambastingly deleterious of tensions; tumultuously
overjoyed at your blessedly momentous exultation,
To every immaculately impetuous stubbornness of yours;
she gorgeously empathized with you like the Omnipotent
Lord; bounteously fructifying your agonizingly
wandering soul; till the last droplet of her blood
flowed and shimmered into shine,
To every artistic eclecticism of yours; she beamed
more celestially than Omnipresent sunshine;
transpiring you to exuberantly surge forward; even as
the ruthlessly conventional society outside
murderously asphyxiated her of her final breath,
To every remorsefully unfinished dream of yours; she
flew you on her wings of insuperably regale
companionship; making you feel the most pricelessly
endowed and surreally mesmerizing entity ever alive,
To every ebulliently vivacious word of yours; she
implacably clapped till scarlet blood froze in her
philanthropic veins; being a resplendently
quintessential element of your enthusiasm in life;
even as insane lunatics outside bawdily slandered at
her charming graciousness,
To every disastrously financial crisis of yours; she
handsomely emptied all wealth on this cosmos in your
wailing palms; at times tawdrily trading her flesh to
lecherously venomous thorns; in order to witness
tinkling laughter on your face again,
To every insidiously inevitable betrayal of yours; she
immortally inundated each beat of your gruesomely
livid dereliction; with all the love that she could
ever have assimilated; in this life and beyond,
And even as the uncouthly prejudiced world outside
failed to recognize you even in the most brilliantly
dazzling of sunlight; her Omniscient palms protected
the most mercurial shades of your life from beneath
her veritable grave; even before you could
incongruously mumble MOTHER…..
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1562.
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Mother and Child
Although he was pathetically diminutive; she still
considered him to be the most towering entity on this
fathomless planet; blessing her more than the
Almighty,
Although he stammered disdainfully at every word; she
still considered him to be the greatest singer ever
born; with his stupendous melody invincibly enriching
her devastated senses,
Although he was as black as horrendously charred
charcoal; she still considered him to be more
scintillating; than the ferociously flamboyant Sun;
deluging her moments of despairing blackness with
optimistic hope,
Although he horrifically muddled every word he wrote;
she still considered him to be an overwhelmingly
passionate poet; flooding every aspect of her
impoverished life with unprecedented happiness,
Although he fought cats and dogs with his neighboring
comrades; she still considered him to be an apostle of
peace; a messiah enlightening each path of her
dwindling life,
Although he stood bizarrely last in the entire class;
she still considered him to be the most intelligent
organism on this Universe; unrelentingly pampering
even the most minuscule of his desire; with the
profound compassion in her soul,
Although he always stumbled ludicrously towards the
ground even on his formidably secure tricycle; she
still considered him to be as incredulously winning
sportsman; winning every medal for her ardently
throbbing heart,
Although he was preposterously fat like a rotund
tomato; she still considered him to be handsomely
charismatic; the most redolent rose blossoming in her
barren garden,
Although he was a disastrous failure in every aspect
of life that he ventured into; she still considered
him to be a profuse philanthropist; alleviating her
from her corpse; to sit on the irrefutably embellished
throne,
Although he was a disgustingly deplorable cook;
burning each meal that he endeavored to prepare; she
still considered him to be a silken angel; appeasing
her traumatic hunger for centuries immemorial,
Although he was unprecedentedly mischievous; she still
considered him as the most gentle individual alive; as
he lit up an everlasting smile upon her severely
mutilated lips,
Although he philandered aimlessly through the dusty
streets; clad only in threadbare rags of jute; she
still considered him to be the richest entity alive;
inundating each moment of her survival with
unfathomable endowment from the heavens,
Although he was insurmountably fastidious about the
everything in life; she still considered him to be a
royal prince; catering to even the most inconspicuous
of his commands; bouncing in perennial youth everytime
she swung him in her arms,
Although he irascibly snored while fast asleep; she
still considered him a celestial harbinger of
perpetual peace; wading away the most tiniest of
tensions from her miserably claustrophobic life,
Although he unsurpassably revolted against the
conventionally monotonous society; she still
considered him to be the most resplendently sparkling
star in sky; illuminating the gruesomely shivering
interiors of her dwelling with enchantingly Godly
light,
Although he broke everything that he hoisted in his
rustically bohemian palms; she still considered him to
be an unshakable idol of solidarity; magnificently
comforting her in her times of despondently crumbling
distress,
Although he was a rampantly free bird; gallivanting at
unchallengable will to even the most remotest corner
of the globe; she still considered him to be the most
pricelessly precious ornament of her countenance;
impregnating her lost soul with tumultuous happiness,
Although he deteriorated like a pack of soggy
matchsticks; even before alighting a single foot; she
still considered him to be the strongest man alive;
rescuing her orphaned life; replenishing it with the
rhapsodic essence of existence,
And although he did everything wrong; losing all that
he had in his truncated lifespan even before he had
acquired it; she still considered him to be her only
God; her only savior; the only power that bestowed
upon her the astronomical prowess to take birth; a
countless more number of times,
As she was his sacrosanct mother; and he was; and
would immortally remain; forever as her immortally
impeccable child….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1563.
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Mother and wife
Neither could I relinquish your impeccable memories
from the whites of my eye; forgetting you for times
immemorial,
Nor could I allow anyone else to be the perpetual
queen of my eyelashes; except for her majestically
mesmerizing countenance…
Neither could I pulverize my rubicund lips; given to
me by you after countless hours of enduring turmoil,
Nor could I allow anyone else to be their ravishing
smile; except for her impeccably floating gorgeous
shadow….
Neither could I char all those enchanting fantasies;
which you had wonderfully nourished me to witness,
Nor could I allow anyone else to be the divinely
mediator of mind; except for her tantalizingly
alluring voice…
Neither could I brutally abdicate your innocuously
heavenly caress; that transited me every night into
realms of invincible sleep,
Nor could I allow anyone else to touch me even the
slightest; except for the profuse enigma that
circumvented her intriguing soul….
Neither could I disobey your unfathomable battalion of
benevolent commands; disgruntling the slightest before
your revered grace,
Nor could I allow anyone else to enslave me; except
for her magnanimously romantic aura; that blended
royally with the stars in blue sky…
Neither could I change the color you’d imparted to my
skin; harnessing me with scarlet streams of your very
own poignant blood,
Nor could I allow anyone else to be the rhapsodic
excitement of my flesh; except for her unbelievably
voluptuous body; which ignite fireballs of passion in
the heart of the dead night…
Neither could I savagely exonerate the mystical
language; which you’d unrelentingly taught me since
nascent years of immaculate childhood,
Nor could I allow anyone else to be the words of my
tongue; except for her philanthropic persona; which
insatiably craved to embrace all humanity….
Neither could I lead my life without your irrefutably
sacred charm; propelling me each instant to be
handsomely alive,
Nor could I allow anyone else to be the breath in my
lungs; the passionately throbbing beats of my heart;
except for her immortally augmenting flame of love…
For on one hand you were the Godly mother who gave me
birth in the first place; nourishing me with your
mind; body and blood; while on the other; she was the
wife who ensured that I was today; blissfully
breathing each of my dreams and unconquerably alive…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1564.
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Mothers
When the golden eagle laid her eggs in pallid
interiors of the jail prison,
in a pathetic ambience of torn spider web and wild
rat,
the inmates wailing their woes at discordant tunes,
the obdurate periphery of snow white shells simply
refrained from hatching,
the fledglings suffocated to death in the rudimentary
ocean of yolk and
blood.
the gaudily striped magpie built her nest of raw twigs
and grass,
nestling precariously on tall precipice of the
mountain,
in which she delivered a festoon of small yellow eggs,
there suddenly came torrential rain pelting down,
the sky camouflaged with flashes of cold crimson red,
her precious pearls of palpable silver plummeted down
the valley,
diffusing into infinite splinters after colliding with
a chain of rock.
the long legged ostrich laid her king sized egg in
soggy fields of paddy,
nurturing them with loads of compassion and motherly
warmth,
slept in a tranquil bliss all throughout the monsoon
night,
she wept in inconsolable grief, as first rays of dawn
filtered past her eyes,
the babies were no longer hers, as they now lay safely
impregnated,
within the slimy intestines of the slithering reptile.
the above mentioned were rare cases of callous
mothers,
the premonitions i held for my mother were simply
astounding,
she hailed from a godly pedigree of mammalian mothers,
guarded me against evil all night and blistering day,
caressed me in her arms yielding to my faint cries,
suckled me with milk, reinforcing my tender bones,
left me to wander on the soil of parasitic earth,
after i acquired a mountain of maturity blended with
the spirit to live.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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