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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1565.
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Omnipotent Almighty
He didn’t need overwhelmingly lengthy articles written
about him; to proclaim his glory sanctimoniously all
around the globe,
He didn’t need an armory of praise from a spurious
bunch of individuals; to escalate his persona to the
pinnacle of supremacy,
He didn’t need television interviews to depict his
supernatural powers; the miracles he could perform
within lightening fractions of seconds,
He didn’t need a cavalcade of cars following him;
ploughing their way unceremoniously through innocent
pedestrians to declare his raw power,
He didn’t need an ocean of flowers everyday at his
doorstep; to enlighten his spirits and drown him into
a cocoon of enchantment,
He didn’t need a battalion of bodyguards guarding his
visage; armed gunmen trying to sequester him from all
the evil in this world,
He didn’t need an ambience of voluptuous clouds to
relax in; mesmerizing fairies dancing around him and
kissing his feet,
He didn’t need a flurry of photographers clicking him
umpteenth times in a single minute; trying to salvage
the best of his face in different shades of light,
He didn’t need jug fulls of water and mystical wine to
be served every hour; the most sumptuous cuisine to be
brought before him to eat sizzling fresh from the
frying pan,
He didn’t need groups of mavericks inexorably shouting
slogans to propagate him; defending religion at the
cost of infinite lives,
He didn’t need a letter of introduction every time he
tread on this earth; professionals in the media savvy
world to announce every move he was about to make,
He didn’t need a new and embellished space craft every
morning; to transport him to the most fascinating
places in this Universe; have ravishing cocktails with
every Nation's Prime Minister,
He didn’t need a Mountain replete with bombastic gold
and silver; dungeons impregnated with fathomless
bundles of currency showered upon him incessantly as
the clock ticked,
He didn’t need a wardrobe inundated with garish
clothes; golden cufflinks and chains to adorn his body
at the crack of every dawn,
He didn’t need a cruise ride of the Atlantic every
night; with stars shimmering in the cosmos propelling
him fantasize to the most unprecedented limits and
dream,
He didn’t need traditionally attired attendants
hovering indefatigably around his demeanor; fanning
his face to ruthlessly massacre the last mosquito
humming morbid tunes,
He didn’t need slippers lined with resplendent silver
to walk in the Bedroom; a bed studded with fabulous
diamonds to nestle and blissfully sleep,
He didn’t need a fleet of impeccable priests to engulf
him and divulge to him his destiny to unveil; analyze
his palms to intricately prognosticate the future life
he had to be lead,
And he didn’t need any glamour and glitteratti; any
pomp or gaiety to appease; any spurious propaganda to
uplift his soul;
For a single word of his was enough to destroy; and at
the same time create this entire planet; a single step
of his was enough to give shape to what he had
created; a single breath of his was enough to give
life to his unfathomable creation; he was the most
invincible form of a human being; HE WAS INFACT NONE
OTHER THAN OMNIPOTENT ALMIGHTY…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1566.
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On a holiday
I felt woolen threads of afghan carpet tickling me,
a saga of emotions draining golden reserves of energy.
i saw cherry red apples dangling from leafy tree
twigs,
swam rapidly across chilly currents of deep water.
i kicked loose chunks of dirt with my spiked shoe,
rode on bare horseback through soggy fields of
unripened paddy.
i drenched myself with saliva dribbling from my mouth,
fed the cows with lush green bundles of country grass.
i devoured greedily, roasted slices of barbecued goat,
paced vigorously through sea sand hosting an army of
venomous crab.
i drove my slender nosed sedan at breakneck speeds,
whistled at the top of my lungs piercing placid
carpets of air.
i swayed rhythmically to infectious tunes of music,
sipped chocolate rum from large beer mugs of bone
china.
i stared at my reflection in sparkling mountain water,
draped myself in expensive linen suit with tinges of
gold.
i dug tunnels in mud with crowbars of metal,
fondled long silky ears of my pet Alsatian.
i painted the courtyard walls with hasty strokes of
king sized brush,
snored like a demon through humid passing hours of the
summer night.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
Read more: chocolate poems, water poems, music poems, summer poems, tree poems, green poems, red poems, sea poems, swimming poems
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1567.
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On every morsel of food
ON EVERY MORSEL of food scattered in distant territories of the earth,
there lies a name inscribed of; the person about to consume it.
On every bit of fertile clay projecting from hard land,
there lies a name embossed of; wild grass about to grow.
On every bit of bare bruise sprouting on the surface of skin,
there lies a name riveted of; the magical technology of healing.
On every bit of undulating water containing tones of salt,
there lies a name embedded of; the aquatic fish and spongy coral.
On every bit of flaming sun and celestial moon,
there lies a name embodied; of the supreme creator.
On every bit of perspiration dribbling down with tenacity,
there lies a name pressed of; the onerous amount of hard work.
On every bit of succulent looking barren tree branch,
there lies a name firmly stapled of; the fresh buds about to take birth.
On every bit of crystal water plummeting from crystalline tips of the mountain,
there lies a name dogmatically printed of; the living organism dying of thirst.
On every bit of charisma inhabiting oblivious regions of the globe,
there lies a name emphatically glued of; the human eye.
On every heart that throbs with a benevolent disposition,
there lies a name imprisoned of; the person it loves.
And on every bullet of lead that ricochets after striking the air,
there lies a name of the person living; about to die.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1568.
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On the gallows of
On the gallows of blisteringly everlasting patriotism;
hung the unflinchingly venerated; martyr,
On the gallows of disastrously unforgiving hell; hung
the mercilessly massacring and ruthlessly
cold-blooded; tyrant,
On the gallows of brutally delirious insanity; hung
the disdainfully dilapidated and reclusively shunting
loner,
On the gallows of perpetually glistening truth; hung
the blissfully iridescent and beautifully blessed;
harbinger of humanity,
On the gallows of disheveled dastardliness; hung the
viciously decrepit and salaciously invidious parasite,
On the gallows of eternally fructifying pricelessness;
hung the shadows of celestially invincible and
euphorically triumphant; simplicity,
On the gallows of ominously disappearing
non-existence; hung the indiscriminately pulverizing
and heartlessly victimizing; murderer,
On the gallows of flagrantly orphaned stink; hung the
mortuaries of sadistically torturous and debasingly
criminal; bigotry,
On the gallows of cadaverously sinister ignominy; hung
the graveyards of perniciously bizarre and lividly
maiming; retribution,
On the gallows of venomously besmirched treachery;
hung the vapid coffins of hideously vituperative and
fecklessly banal; laziness,
On the gallows of intransigently egregious abuse; hung
the ghost of criminally derogatory and atrociously
simpering; lies,
On the gallows of pathetically diminishing insult;
hung the baselessly abysmal skull of the worthlessly
deteriorating and horrifically manipulative;
politician,
On the gallows of severely asphyxiating accident; hung
the carcasses of ruggedly infidel and demonically
callous; carelessness,
On the gallows of unstoppably victimizing boredom;
hung the parsimoniously unsavory crevices of
penalizingly truculent and indefatigably iconoclastic;
poverty,
On the gallows of infinitesimally two-pence
sordidness; hung the ant hole of maliciously
adulterated and preposterously decadent; chicanery,
On the gallows of continuously stabbing misery; hung
the dungeon of unsparingly molesting and heinously
beheading; crime,
On the gallows of lethally sinful banishment; hung the
thorn of obsoletely contumacious and pruriently
disillusioning; racialism,
On the gallows of stonily wastrel death; hung the
jinxed hood of jejunely jailing and haplessly
disorienting; atheism,
And on the gallows of gloriously fragrant immortality;
hung the silhouette of Omnipresently endowing and
divinely enamoring; love; love and only immortal love…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
Nikhil Parekh
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