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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Can there exist
Can there exist rain without smoke grey clouds in the
cosmos,
can there exist desert without quintals of slippery
sand,
can there exist flower shrub without variegated petals
of color,
can there exist winter without mercury dipping below
freezing,
can there exist pure ivory without elephant trampling
through forest,
can there exist a cigarette without bitter leaves of
venom tobacco,
can there exist taste without minute buds flowering on
fleshy tongue,
can there exist a boat without oars firmly riveted to
the sides,
can there exist incessant wind without circular
revolutions of the motored
fan,
can there exist gold without tinges of passionate
yellow,
can there exist white pearls without symmetrically
carved oyster shell,
can there exist cinema halls without palatial expanse
of the silver screen,
can there exist a perfect morning without melodious
chirping of the cuckoo,
can there exist salt without sea water splashing on
the chain of mighty coal
rock,
can there exist blood without pores of flesh being
punctured,
can there exist thick lava without collisions in
interior crevices of earth,
can there exist a lock without a key kissing
articulate junctions of
proximity,
can there exist finger nail coat without surplus
fillings of powdered
calcium,
can there exist mountain rivers without mass of water
tumbling down at speed,
can there exist a church without Jesus nailed to
sandalwood cross,
can there exist breath without nostrils containing
sticky mucus,
can there exist a computer without a host of
programmed microchips,
can there exist aquatic fish without an ambience of
luke warm water,
can there exist an aircraft in space without a pair of
steel wings,
can there exist life without consumption of portable
water,
can there exist man on earth without traces of love he
thoroughly deserves.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Caps
When I wore a cap of profusely lambasted eggs; all
that my brain could ever envisage; was pathetically
strangulated and disgustingly sullen boredom,
When I wore a cap of ravishingly seductive lotus; all
that my brain could ever conceive; was exotically
voluptuous fragrance; sensuously flirting in the
aisles of untamed desire; for times immemorial,
When I wore a cap of gorily squelched thorns; all that
my brain could ever perceive; was brutally acrimonious
disaster; with my entire countenance perennially
enshrouded by vindictive cloudbursts of vengeful war,
When I wore a cap of disdainfully pulverized butter;
all that my brain could ever contemplate; was
miserably horrendous grease; my entire visage
trembling in a pool of lividly despicable frustration,
When I wore a cap of profoundly scintillating pearls;
all that my brain could ever imagine; was dancing in
the corridors of everlasting prosperity; with
aristocratically nubile maidens of my choice,
When I wore a cap of ravishingly rudimentary mud; all
that my brain could ever visualize; was patriotically
surging ahead to blissfully free my savagely
incarcerated and sacrosanct motherland,
When I wore a cap of beautifully mesmerizing silk; all
that my brain could ever comprehend; was a timelessly
sensuous entrenchment of enchanting fairies; the
angels of seductive romance forever casting a spell
binding spell,
When I wore a cap of daintily rhetoric nightingale
feather; all that my brain could ever cogitate; was a
stupendously enthralling gorge of celestially
placating sounds; divinely blessing each of my
tumultuously frazzled senses,
When I wore a cap of unfathomably eternal dewdrops;
all that my brain could ever ponder; was a wonderfully
majestic civilization of impregnably united harmony; a
blending of all goodness into the religion of mankind,
When I wore a cap of disgustingly decaying mushrooms;
all that my brain could ever ruminate; was mercurial
fractions of ungainly obsolescence; the
lackadaisically morbid stones strewn laggardly on the
dusty ground,
When I wore a cap of boisterously buzzing and rampant
honey bees; all that my brain could ever wonder; was
holistically vibrant sweetness; the astounding
kaleidoscope of vivacious colors in marvelous life,
When I wore a cap of hi-tech and overwhelmingly
contemporary computer microchips; all that my brain
could ever fantasize; was aliens descending in
torrential frenzy from fathomless carpets of space; to
extraordinary metamorphose the complexion of this;
ludicrously dull planet,
When I wore a cap of poignantly tangy lemons; all that
my brain could ever dream; was intrepidly swimming
through the heart of the ecstatically choppy sea;
thunderously feasting every bedraggled pore of my
anguished skin; with the flamboyant shimmer of the
midday Sun,
When I wore a cap of mystically slithering snakes; all
that my brain could ever think; was lethally venomous
danger indefatigably encircling my penurious life; an
inscrutable grandeur that sent a chill to even the
last bone down my naked spine,
When I wore a cap of sordidly ominous charcoal; all
that my brain could ever hypothesize; was abominably
faltering dirt; a dungeon of despondently treacherous
blackness; drifting me towards the aisles of gruesome
nothingness,
When I wore a cap of irrefutably unassailable and
priceless truth; all that my brain could ever
romanticize; was unconquerably glittering triumph; an
unsurpassable urge to ardently exist with infinite
more innocuous of mind; for centuries immemorial,
When I wore a cap of pricelessly benevolent
solidarity; all that my brain could ever believe; was
that there was no strength greater than the fortress
of celestially amalgamated humanity; which confronted
even the most tyrannically uncouth of impediments;
with the grace of a victoriously brandishing prince,
When I wore a cap of exuberantly exhilarating air; all
that my brain could ever feel; was that the chapter of
life perpetually proliferating upon this boundless
planet; the royally Omnipotent desire to forever live;
and let live,
And when I wore a cap of my immortally sacred beloved;
all that my brain could ever think; was the
perennially Omnipresent garden of amiable sharing; the
most invincible element of creation; called timeless
love….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Come lets embrace our New Religion…
Religion is that-what even the most infinitesimal cranny of your eyes
wanted to see—inexhaustibly absorb; admire; yearn for till times beyond
infinity and even beyond your veritably stinking grave,
Religion is that- what each ingredient of your blood inexhaustibly craved to be a part of -flow for with an untamed zeal resembling the unendingly vivacious expanse of the crystalline blue sky,
Religion is that-what the innermost voices of your conscience felt to be the ultimate truth-irrespective of whatever be the place; time; situation; moment or conditionality of impoverished & truncated life,
Religion is that—what every part of your feet wanted to ardently step on-pave an inimitably righteous path of their very own amidst a brutal quagmire of emotions and squalid commercialism all around,
Religion is that-what your hands wanted to give the most unflinchingly definitive shape to-such an unfailing silhouette of eternal friendship which was impossible for even the most beguiling of demons to disrupt,
Religion is that- what your lips wanted to kiss 24 X 7-perpetuating even the most bizarrely frazzled persona to uninhibitedly soar in wisps of unfettered paradise,
Religion is that-what your nostrils wanted to inhale till the last breath of life-an entrenchment of unassailable compassion which made existence the most priceless chapter of destiny,
Religion is that-what your fingers wanted to timelessly intertwine with each unveiling instant-bask in the spirit of invincibly bountiful friendship for times beyond an unfathomable infinite,
Religion is that—what each part of your ears wanted to mellifluously hear-enthrall to the most unprecedented of capacities in the everlastingly symbiotic tunes of blissful survival,
Religion is that—what your palms wanted to infallibly clasp forever and ever and ever-that united strength of togetherness that granted you the temerity to palpitate even in the most apocalyptically disastrous of storms and times,
Religion is that—what your mouth wanted to perennially talk and sing praises about-rhapsodically engulfing each element of the atmosphere around you with the unbridled happiness of a countless lifetimes in one,
Religion is that—what each of your bones felt the most resolutely strong for-defending each honest and fructifying voice from within like the citadel of the gods,
Religion is that—what your mind fantasized till beyond the most unbelievably beautiful limits—and thereby felt in the seventh heaven of ubiquitous prosperity whilst traversing each instant on mundane earth,
Religion is that—what your shoulders philanthropically hoisted from one end of your adventure to the other—being a selfless harbinger of humanity to mitigate each ounce of sorrow with profound camaraderie and care,
Religion is that—what your legs want to ecstatically gallop after; like the horizons indefatigably running after the Sun—the most tantalizing mirage which tirelessly triggers you to achieve more and more and more,
Religion is that—what the tiniest cranny of your soul unshakably radiates-permeating such a yearning that you continued to wondrously exist beyond your corpse for a countless more lives and lifetimes,
Religion is that—what your heart feels is the absolute epitome of righteousness—no matter how uncouthly the barbarous planet outside chose to devour every bit of you; from your very roots,
So folks lets forget everything else; come lets move united and forward; come lets live this immortal religion of our hearts to the fullest; come lets forget our disdainfully castrated pasts and give this new religion of ours a fresh try—and our very very best…
©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Come let's wholeheartedly follow
There’s a sweet little child in all of us; come lets
wholeheartedly allow it to majestically blossom till
the pinnacle of resplendently ingratiating prosperity,
There’s a mesmerizing little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to evolve into an
unfathomably compassionate gorge of friendship; as
tangy as the rhapsodically ebullient oceans,
There’s an enchanting little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to marvelously burgeon
till times beyond iridescent eternity; and enthuse
even the most obfuscatedly alien of our times,
There’s a euphoric little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to spawn like an
insatiably fragrant flower of gorgeous companionship;
as the Sun blazed vibrantly from behind the
mellifluous hills,
There’s a poignant little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to enthrall even the most
obsoletely dithering nerves in our beleaguered bodies;
to the most stupendously unprecedented limits,
There’s a jubilant little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to ingratiatingly gallop
to kiss the epitome of dazzling timelessness; and for
centuries immemorial,
There’s a victorious little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to Omnipotently
transcend; over the pernicious precipices of our
disastrously dwindling derogatorily manipulative
souls,
There’s an innocuous little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to profoundly rejuvenate
our bizarrely estranged senses; with the vivaciously
sacrosanct tonic of life,
There’s an embellished little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to majestically drape our
insipidly feckless deliriousness; with cisterns of
unsurpassable sensuousness,
There’s a fantastic little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to irrefutably overshadow
our disparagingly deteriorating gloom; with fountains
of timeless happiness,
There’s an intriguing little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to invincibly sequester
us in its bountiful swirl; fathomless kilometers away
from the mortuary of inexplicable despair,
There’s an ecstatic little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to Omnisciently overpower
our insurmountable battalion of idiosyncrasies; with
the its magical ointment of godly freshness,
There’s a spell binding little child in all of us;
come lets wholeheartedly allow it to encapsulate us in
its panoramically vivid embrace; bless every aspect of
our haplessly shattered existence; with the gorgeously
fructifying elixir of life,
There’s an eclectic little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to weave the
unconquerable spell of its royal artistry; upon our
monotonously delinquent life,
There’s a sacrosanct little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to magnanimously bless
our ominously extradited rhythm; with its benevolently
humanitarian beats,
There’s a sparkling little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to miraculously cleanse
all our dastardly cloistered dirt; with its heaven of
fathomless righteousness,
There’s a melodious little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to annihilate even the
most mercurial trace of prejudiced paradoxism in our
blood; with its tunes of celestially unassailable
truth,
There’s a beautiful little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to enshroud us with
philanthropic graciousness; insuperably conquering the
cry of the ungainly devil with the winds of
perennially uninhibited freedom,
There’s a mystical little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to everlastingly stupefy
us with an entrenchment of impregnable newness; with
the limitless enthuse of its pristine eyes,
And there’s an exhilarating little child in all of us;
come lets wholeheartedly allow it to inundate the song
of immortal love; in our forlornly disbelieving and
satanically fretful lives…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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