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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1577.
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One woman
I might have eaten different varieties of food every day; appeasing my gluttony with the exact taste that circulated instantaneously in my tongue,
I might have worn different clothes every day; vacillating between contemporary and traditional fabric; to succeed in my spurious attempts of looking the best,
I might have talked in different dialects every day; maneuvering my tongue several times; to achieve that bombastic slang which I had perpetually dreamt of,
I might have wandered in different directions every day; incessantly discovering and stimulating my insatiable greed for adventure,
I might have read different books every day; profoundly engrossed in the inscrutable tales of enchanting mystery and romance,
I might have slept at different places every day; sometimes under the tenacious moonlight blending with placid grass; while sometimes on the astronomical summit of the mountain feasting on the tremendously deep pink gorge,
I might have looked in different directions every day; trying my ultimate best to decipher the intricacies of this fascinating planet,
I might have bathed in different waters every day; sometimes standing under the artificial bathroom shower; while sometimes splashing my arms in supremely poignant ocean salt,
I might have driven different cars every day; sometimes the astoundingly sleek silver Mercedes; while sometimes the battered jalopy to play a few pranks on fellow beings,
I might have adorned my wrists with different watches every day; zealously observing as the seconds ticked into oblivion with each unveiling night,
I might have admired different sights every day; fantasizing almost every minute to unprecedented realms of bizarre imagination,
I might have danced on different floors every day; sometimes on scintillating slabs of marvelous granite; while sometimes brazenly striking my bohemian foot on the muddy ground,
I might have inadvertently broken different things every day; sometimes the glittering bowls extruding from the mantelpiece; while sometimes the tiny mountains of sand that suddenly came my way,
I might have drunk different liquids every day; quenching my thirst with the most conducive flavor that my throat cried for,
I might have sat on several different places every day; ranging from as obdurate as the stubborn stone; to the ambiguous oasis of satiny fur strewn on the hills,
I might have shaken hands with different people every day; unabashedly interacting with each section of the vast society,
I might have listened to different tunes every day; feasting my sensitive ears to a fathomless pedigree of mind boggling and profusely enthralling music,
I might have frequented different continents every day; whizzed past over boundless territories of land and water; seated like a prince on the lavish upholstery of my personal plane,
I might have bought different toys every day; in my endeavor to amuse myself profoundly; reminisce way back into memories of, memories of unadulterated and innocuous childhood,
I might have worshipped different deities every day; advocating my firm belief in each form of God existing; through far and wide in this secularly woven orthodox world,
I might have taken the blessings of different mothers every day; revering and insurmountably respecting their irrefutable tenacity to evolve new life,
But let me tell you; that although everything in my life had been different every day, I still have no inhibitions in declaring that I have loved only one woman from the bottom of my heart; the very woman whom I would continue to adore for centuries immemorial; the very woman whose essence would keep lingering around my impoverished soul even under my grave, the woman who is none other than my beloved…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1578.
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Only after
Bathing in an chilled ocean of champagne; consuming
small sips of the same
with stupendous relish,
Climbing the peak of the snow clad alps; feasting the
panoramic view of the
gorgeous valley,
Driving flamboyant cars at whirlwind speeds; wildly
careening through the
colossal expanse of the highway,
Impulsively sketching intricate shapes of brave
stalwarts; portraying their
charisma to the mundane world,
Tenaciously biting into obdurate chunks of farm apple;
reducing the succulent
fruit to pulp,
Voraciously rolling in a slurry of wet mud; getting
intensely tickled by the
poignant aroma,
Riding on bare camelback through the arid regions of
the desert; profoundly
enjoying the golden sands,
Scrubbing my entire silhouette with an extract of
piquant green chili;
breathing fumes of boiling gas from my nose,
Embellishing my spouse with the most exquisite of
jewelry; inundating her
parted hair with crimson vermilion,
Gyrating to blasting music diffusing from the
discotheque; swirling
uninhibitedly till wee hours of evanescent dawn,
Decoding the most baffling of enigmas; innovating a
plethora of contrivances
to assist the commoner,
Soaring high in the air strapped tightly to an
inflated balloon; whistling in
unison with the passing birds,
Swimming onerously against the high rising waves;
swallowing pinches of frothy
water in my famished mouth,
Staring unrelentingly at the sapphire sky; trying to
unveil the vagaries of
life in the twinkling stars,
Roasting a battalion of sumptuous fish on hot embers
of coal; chewing the same
scrupulously entangling the pointed bones,
Languishing sedately on a mattress of pure silk;
bouncing sporadically on the
flocculent cotton,
Perspiring like a pig under the sweltering heat of sun
god; bustling robustly
in the fervor of youth,
Gallivanting on the streets casually attired; passing
chivalrous smiles to all
I encountered,
Amalgamating torn pieces of rags; meticulously with
the metallic bodkin,
Molding threadbare lumps of greasy wax; into a
grandiloquent statue,
Garrulously conversing the entire day with innocuous
children; reminiscing my
childhood days,
Pinching swollen paper bags with my nail; thereby
producing obstreperous
bangs,
Polishing the enamel of my teeth incessantly with
rustic sticks of tree bark;
granting them a perpetual sparkle,
Embossing infinite lines of calligraphy on bonded
paper; transforming its
pallid persona into one embedded with literary
compositions,
Inscribing her name on my chest with a switchblade;
imprisoning her close to
my heart,
Philandering across umpteenth places of the globe;
absorbing the enchanting
mysticism of natural forest,
Serving humanity with all my might; extending my
services to all those
deprived of indispensable vision,
Yes this is no kidding; the above mentioned blended
with bountiful more,
ONLY AFTER which I would like to relinquish breath;
and leave for my heavenly
abode.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1579.
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Only follow your heart…
Do definitely be inspired by all those minuscule globules of water; which miraculously spurned fresh life and magical greenery—into fathomless kilometers of acrimoniously arid-stagnating land,
Do definitely be inspired by all those undaunted apogees of the mountains; which unflinchingly stood like a lone warrior amidst boundless bits of sky—triumphantly bracing every storm and maliciously holocaustic light,
Do definitely be inspired by all those diminutive petals of the scarlet rose; which perpetuated the dolorously dying atmosphere—with the royal scent of compassionate belonging and invincible togetherness,
Do definitely be inspired by all those invisibly gutsy ants; which fomented even the most demonically parading monsters to collapse like a pack of frigid cards—with just a singleton sting to their big foot,
Do definitely be inspired by all those unconquerable rays of the Sun; which blessed each symbiotically palpitating life on the trajectory of soil—with the scepter of fearlessly blazing truth and righteousness,
Do definitely be inspired by all those blissfully blessed mothers—who suckled their new born solely with their impeccably sacrosanct milk—which became the greatest power for the child to survive for an infinite more lifetimes,
Do definitely be inspired by all those voluptuously enriched clouds; which triggered new rays of hope in the life of every mercilessly scorched organism on earth; endlessly waiting for those pricelessly inimitable showers of the first monsoon,
Do definitely be inspired by all those be-dazzlingly patriotic soldiers; who altruistically laid their lives for their motherland—smiling embraced the gallows of death so that their mothersoil remained free—at the swish of a thumb,
Do definitely be inspired by all those amiably rustling trees; which rendered their healing shade to the agonizingly dreary traveler—wondrously cooled the atmosphere with their ravishing breeze; even as the afternoon unsparingly tried to char their wholesome existence,
Do definitely be inspired by all those vivaciously dancing rainbows; which fomented inexhaustible chores of cheers from every discovering mouth on the Universe—replenishing robotically devastating life with splashes of tantalizingly reinvigorating color,
Do definitely be inspired by all those mellifluously tiny nightingales; which punctuated each shade of vapidly deteriorating and mundane existence—with the Omnipotent balm of benign sound,
Do definitely be inspired by all those indefatigably advancing footsteps of truth; which didn’t budge an inch from their course of unparalleled righteousness—no matter how hard did the devil try to lure them towards the seductresses of vindictively victimizing hell,
Do definitely be inspired by all those citadels of honest solidarity; which victoriously withstood even the ghastliest of attack on this planet-united together in the strings of affable brotherhood,
Do definitely be inspired by all those jubilantly dazzling droplets of sweat- a ramification of the utmost anecdotes of perseverance; wherein every organism started from the scratch in the scorching heat—to leave a significant mark upon this planet,
Do definitely be inspired by all those poignantly undulating waves of the ocean; which cast their unbreakably enchanting spell upon every miserably harried fraternity of living kind; with every tiny sprinkle of their heavenly froth,
Do definitely be inspired by all those benevolently twinkling stars; which unassailably weaved a way towards philanthropically ultimate success—even through the most dreadfully morose and blackened nights,
Do definitely be inspired by all those gorgeously golden waterfalls; which insuperably recharged every deplorably dwindling pore of the beleaguered body-transporting each organism to the ultimate levels of unimaginable ecstasy,
Do definitely be inspired by all those chapters of marvelous evolution; which spawned into infinite civilizations of fresh life and enthralling emotion; under the impregnable fatherly roof of the open sky,
Do definitely be inspired by all those geniuses of the undefeated human brain; which created unbelievably masterpieces of art and literature; out of sheer and limp nothingness,
But forever believe in; infallibly listen to; and only follow the innermost voices and immortal beats of your very own Omnisciently ubiquitous heart….
©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1580.
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Only if I would
Give the reins of the entire world to me; only if I
would; unequivocally disseminate the stupendously
grandiloquent essence of blissful peace; in every
dwelling besieged with satanic bloodshed,
Give the reins of the entire world to me; only if I
would; philanthropically act as a harbinger of
irrefutably righteous and eternally sparkling
humanity; for infinite more births yet to unveil,
Give the reins of the entire world to me; only if I
would; uninhibitedly sacrifice every iota of my
poignantly crimson blood; to handsomely alleviate my
benign comrades; in overwhelmingly inexplicable pain,
Give the reins of the entire world to me; only if I
would; indefatigably mitigate my fellow compatriots in
devastating distress; harbor all religions and tribes
alike; under the most royally majestic roof of
priceless humanity,
Give the reins of the entire world to me; only if I
would; placate the astronomical pangs of hunger in all
those despairingly staggering; with the resplendently
twinkling fruits of compassionate sharing and care,
Give the reins of the entire world to me; only if I
would; light the Omnipotent lantern of impregnable
love; in every treacherously betrayed and innocuous
soul; alike,
Give the reins of the entire world to me; only if I
would; unflinchingly transcend over all diabolical
malice rampantly massacring blissful life;
metamorphose every element of distressing pain; into a
magical wand of mesmerizing benevolence,
Give the reins of the entire world to me; only if I
would; torrentially diffuse a cloudburst of
bountifully ecstatic melody; envelop all those
haplessly impoverished; in magnanimous swirls of
rhapsodically enchanting fantasy,
Give the reins of the entire world to me; only if I
would; perpetually annihilate all spuriously stinking
differentiation of the bombastically rich and the
bizarrely poor; miraculously replace salacious misery;
with unassailable cisterns of global unity,
Give the reins of the entire world to me; only if I
would; march indefatigably on the invincibly sacred
pathways of glittering truth; patriotically perpetuate
every web of hideously ghastly lies; with the timeless
glow of the impeccable conscience,
Give the reins of the entire world to me; only if I
would; unsurpassably waft the fragrance of marvelously
emollient perseverance; to perennially overshadow the
morbid ghastly winds; of worthless commercialism,
Give the reins of the entire world to me; only if I
would; become the celestially maneuvering light; of
all those devastatingly without sight; having nothing
but evil hurricanes of blackness; wholesomely
camouflaging every cranny of their sight,
Give the reins of the entire world to me; only if I
would; pacify even the most minuscule apprehension of
the horrendously maimed and destitute; with the
ointment of unprecedented sharing; with the ultimate
splendor of humanity,
Give the reins of the entire world to me; only if I
would; magically embrace all those brutally orphaned
infants tottering on the viciously dusty streets;
hoist them from the despicably abhorrent garbage bins;
and make them the beats of my serene chest,
Give the reins of the entire world to me; only if I
would; boundlessly proliferate enigmatic life on every
lane that I nimbly tread; forever ensure that no
organism with an innocent heart got pulverized by the
wastrel demons,
Give the reins of the entire world to me; only if I
would; ubiquitously inculcate a wave of spell binding
literacy in every human alive; decimating every root
of ostracizing depravation and uncouth malice,
Give the reins of the entire world to me; only if I
would; blossom into a sky of tantalizing newness every
unfurling minute of the day; bequeath a princely
legacy of unfathomable happiness; upon all those
breathing and synergistically alive,
Give the reins of the entire world to me; only if I
would; find the most gratifying love of everybody’s
life; transform every space of malevolent enmity under
the stars; into a gloriously euphoric paradise,
And give the reins of the entire world to me O!
Almighty Lord; only if I would; die a countless deaths
every unleashing second; only to immortally ensure
that each of my passionately cascading breaths
instilled a fathomless new lives; in all those
immaculate about to blend with winds of insidious
oblivion….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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