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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1597.
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Sole reflection of my soul
How could I ever get bored even an infinitesimally
insipid iota?
When I had the perpetually golden rays of the
blistering midday Sun; filter a path of
scintillatingly righteous courage; through every
cranny of my disastrously impoverished demeanor….
How could I ever get bored even an inconspicuously
non-existent trifle?
When I had the gregariously cascading waterfalls of
enlightening froth tickle me profusely from all sides;
trigger in me an insatiably euphoric yearning; to
gallop ecstatically forward; through the fields of
mesmerizing life…
How could I ever get bored even a comically minuscule
whisker?
When I had the voluptuously rustling breeze profoundly
caress each of manipulatively besieged senses;
uninhibitedly freeing me to dance timelessly; till the
boundaries of enchanting eternity…
How could I ever get bored even a diminutively frigid
fraction?
When I had the melodiously ebullient nightingale
singing right on my shoulder; profusely infiltrating
resplendent rays of hope; into my vindictively cold
blooded existence…
How could I ever get bored even a capriciously tiny
speck?
When I had the divinely blooming flowers spinning a
web of majestically astounding artistry all across my
gruesomely bereaved senses; tirelessly drifting me
towards an unfathomable ocean of blissful scent….
How could I ever get bored even a parsimoniously
mercurial bit?
When I had the unfathomable caravan of boisterously
buzzing bees incessantly enshrouding my lifelessly
stoical facial contours; inundate my mockingly dreary
survival with unprecedented enthrallment and tingling
sweetness…
How could I ever get bored even a lackadaisically
lackluster inch?
When I had the fascinatingly ingratiating Moon shimmer
gorgeously on my despondently disheveled flesh;
seductively caress me with unsurpassable fireballs of
magnificently silken delight….
How could I ever get bored even a languidly
inarticulate centimeter?
When I had tantalizingly green meadows nestled with
exotic dew drops to rampantly roll in; expunge each
horrendously frustrated ingredient from my despairing
blood; to handsomely blend with the stupendously
reinvigorating soil….
How could I ever get bored even a ghoulishly
asphyxiated bit?
When I had intransigently aristocratic carpets of
breath embracing my savagely extinguishing nostrils;
irrefutably propelling me each instant to
unflinchingly disseminate the patriotic river of
truth; in every corner of this gigantic earth….
And how could I ever get bored even a trivially
transient second?
When I had your immortally unassailable love
perennially romancing with my nervously fluttering
heartbeats; when I had your marvelously humanitarian
shadow; which had unconquerably become the sole
reflection of my soul….
Nikhil Parekh
Read more: courage poems, dance poems, ocean poems, river poems, truth poems, moon poems, green poems, hope poems, sun poems, romance poems, flower poems
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1598.
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Solely an immortal mother
Some called her a tantalizing seductress; philandering
uninhibitedly through the inscrutably rustling
forests,
Some called her an angel having just descended from
the sky; bountifully pacifying even the most
traumatically agonized senses; with the stupendous
charisma in her voice,
Some called her a poignantly tangy wave; profusely
enlightening the gruesomely pallid atmosphere around;
with the incredulous euphoria in her ravishing stride,
Some called her an unfathomably enigmatic wind; that
mystically tingled countless of impoverished souls; in
the heavenly swirl of her compassionately diffusing
breath,
But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother;
feeding it with celestial granaries of impeccable
milk; and loads of overwhelmingly silken warmth….
Some called her a gloriously alluring pack of
metamorphosing cards; enthusing boundless with the
magic in her triumphant smile,
Some called her an insurmountably nubile vixen;
voraciously drowning even the most lecherously
monotonous; in an untamed thunderbolt of never ending
raw desire,
Some called her a fabulously evading mirage;
captivating even the most insensitively alien; in the
ingratiating aroma that lingered incomprehensibly
around each of her vivacious senses,
Some called her an unsurpassable carpet of marvelously
scarlet roses; profoundly illuminating every dwindling
path that she tread on; with the philanthropic
divinity enshrouding her immaculate conscience,
But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother;
cuddling its tuft of innocuously heavenly hair
indefatigably throughout the day; sequestering it from
the even most infinitesimal of evil every moment of
the disastrously horrendous night….
Some called her an unparalleled magician;
metamorphosing every shattered heart that she
caressed; into an enthralling paradise which kissed
the realms of eternity,
Some called her an irrefutably bestowing fairy
Goddess; fulfilling every wish of the despicably
shivering and miserably penurious,
Some called her an exuberantly swimming mermaid;
deluging the invidiously pathetic gloom around; with
her unbelievably enamoring charisma and tinkling
footsteps,
Some called her a panacea for even the most
devastatingly debilitated disease; impregnably finding
reprieve under nothing else on this planet; but her
magnanimously showering palms,
But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother;
sacrificing everything in her life; to witness it
eternally blossom into the most invincibly unflinching
entity alive…
Some called her a fantasy come true for all births;
tickling the most inner most dormitories of the
ludicrously bedraggled mind; with optimistic hope and
intrepidly soaring adventure,
Some called her a neverending heartthrob; royally
making them feel the most opulent organisms ever
alive; as they perpetually bonded with her
flamboyantly pulsating festoon of rhythmic beats,
Some called her a gorgeously blissful experience;
rejuvenating their obsoletely remorseful blood; with
the unconquerable exhilaration of life,
Some called her reflection that triggered fathomless
whirlpools of insatiable yearning; coining a whole new
chapter of mesmerizing existence,
But for her baby; she was solely an immortal mother;
keeping it incessantly close to her womb; bequeathing
upon it all the tenacity in this world to survive;
even after she veritably died….
Nikhil Parekh
Read more: baby poems, mother poems, swimming poems, fairy poems, magic poems, angel poems, evil poems, hair poems, smile poems, hope poems, wind poems, sky poems, rose poems, kiss poems
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1599.
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Solely in your immortal heart
When I sighted my face in the astoundingly
scintillating mirror; it appeared stringently
harmonious and well defined; although I soon became
an obsoletely hazy blur of inconspicuous dust; as the
Sun commenced on its expedition beyond the remorseful
horizons,
While it was solely in your irrefutably immaculate
eyes; that I profoundly radiated into sparkling
newness; in the wholesomely gregarious; and spell
binding fragrance of vivaciously bountiful life…
When I sighted my face in the overwhelmingly
crystalline mirror; it appeared magically synchronized
and pragmatically proper; although I soon became a
wisp of disastrously non-existent oblivion; when
flying stones shattered the glass into a countless
fragments of infinitesimal ash,
While it was solely in your unflinchingly melodious
and intrepid voice; that I unassailably confronted
even the most treacherously acrimonious impediments of
existence; became an eternally gratifying song;
mystically blending with the gloriously divine….
When I sighted my face in the astronomically white
mirror; it appeared monotonously routine as usual;
with each contour radiating as explicitly as the
Creator had evolved it; although I soon became a
capriciously fleeting mirage as murderously diabolical
shadows of the night took a vicious stranglehold of
the flamingly sweltering day,
While it was solely in your poignantly crimson and
philanthropic blood; that I embraced all humanity
irrespective of caste; creed; and bombastic color; in
threads of vibrantly unending compassion; and alike…
When I sighted my face in the magnificently polished
mirror; it appeared a normal human caricature with
lots of emphatic protrusions; although I soon
disappeared into realms of dilapidated remoteness; as
someone threw a pail of water upon the artificial
glass,
While it was solely in your voluptuously seductive
whispers; that I unrelentingly explored the
unparalleled mysticism of vividly blissful survival;
felt like the most blessed organism on this Universe;
holistically alive…
When I sighted my face in the unfathomably glittering
mirror; it reflected back an astoundingly exact
replica of my very own self; although I soon became an
infinitesimally insipid worm slithering under the
corpse; as the flamboyant Sunrays played mischievous
games of hide and seek with the petrified glass,
While it was solely in the inscrutably royal lines of
your Omnipotent palms; that I discovered my true
identity; bloomed into a fathomless more ecstatic
lives; of profusely symbiotic prosperity….
When I sighted my face in the scrupulously oiled and
lanky mirror; it depicted an amazingly similar posture
of my persona in the umpteenth ways that I maneuvered
it; although I soon became a sheet of nonchalant
nothingness; as rambunctiously unruly children
engulfed it with coarse blankets from all sides,
While it was solely in your miraculously heavenly
stride; that I found an intrepidly new spirit to
survive; marvelously romance with all the
unsurpassably ravishing resplendence suspended in the
atmosphere….
When I sighted my face in the mechanically proficient
and candidly transparent mirror; it incredulously
portrayed every element of my countenance as the Lord
had created it; although I soon became a puff of
ominously pathetic smoke; as vicious fighter jets
heinously bombarded the; ingratiating atmosphere,
While it was solely in your rhapsodically tantalizing
cheeks; that I irrefutably towered over the entire
planet as an unconquerably embellished prince; lived
life to the very fullest and ultimate of its
exhilarating capacity….
When I sighted my face in the dazzling trajectory of
the gigantic mirror; it marvelously highlighted every
visible cranny of my visage to spell binding
perfection; although I soon became a ludicrously slain
martyr; as belligerent soldiers trampled the glass to
domains beyond veritable recognition,
While it was solely in your majestically titillating
breath; that I celestially culminated into the fruits
of an eternally tranquil creation; unequivocally
bonding with my comrades in inexplicable misery and
ebulliently bouncing; alike…..
And when I sighted my face in the opalescent expanse
of the rustically enamoring mirror; it prudently
emanated the same effulgence as that splendidly
encapsulating my caricature; although I soon became a
lecherously unknown piece of forlorn string; as the
fleet of ungainly urchins spat condemningly on the
sizzling glass,
While it was solely in your immortally passionate and
invincible heart; that I found the most perennially
quenching love of my life; embarked on the most benign
mission of live and let live; of course with your
Omniscient blessings perpetually by my side…
Nikhil Parekh
Read more: mirror poems, identity poems, romance poems, heart poems, children poems, song poems, water poems, sun poems, soldier poems, child poems
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1600.
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Solely on the beats of immortal love
My lips could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical lipstick;
my
heart perpetually lived this fathomlessly enchanting Universe and even
beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally unassailable love,
My eyes could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical glasses; my
heart perennially lived this boundlessly burgeoning Universe and even
beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally unshakable love,
My stomach could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical food; my
heart timelessly lived this countlessly iridescent Universe and even
beyond;
solely on the beats of Immortally triumphant love,
My hair could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical oil; my
heart
tirelessly lived this spell bindingly victorious Universe and even
beyond;
solely on the beats of Immortally unceasing love,
My throat could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical water; my
heart inexhaustibly lived this limitlessly eclectic Universe and even
beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally humanitarian love,
My teeth could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical
toothpaste; my
heart unstoppably lived this fragrantly artistic Universe and even
beyond;
solely on the beats of Immortally invincible love,
My ears could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical earrings;
my
heart unlimitedly lived this magnetically enamoring Universe and even
beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally emollient love,
My tongue could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical taste; my
heart unceasingly lived this handsomely regale Universe and even
beyond;
solely on the beats of Immortally altruistic love,
My fingers could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical pens; my
heart continuously lived this royally fantastic Universe and even
beyond;
solely on the beats of Immortally magnetic love,
My skin could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical cream; my
heart
untiringly lived this magically silken Universe and even beyond; solely
on
the beats of Immortally Omnipotent love,
My bones could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical calcium;
my
heart indefatigably lived this effulgently euphoric Universe and even
beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally Omniscient love,
My brain could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical
arithmetic; my
heart interminably lived this gloriously sensuous Universe and even
beyond;
solely on the beats of Immortally redolent love,
My eyelashes could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical
mascara; my
heart never-endingly lived this unbreakably symbiotic Universe and even
beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally priceless love,
My armpits could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical perfume;
my
heart unfalteringly lived this synergistically eternal Universe and
even
beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally infallible love,
My spine could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical sponge; my
heart unflaggingly lived this ebulliently fructifying Universe and even
beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally intrepid love,
My wrists could perhaps survive quintessentially practical watch; my
heart
incessantly lived this spectacularly spawning Universe and even beyond;
solely on the beats of Immortally blessed love,
My feet could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical shoes; my
heart
non-stop lived this brilliantly unerring Universe and even beyond;
solely on
the beats of Immortally insuperable love,
My barren skin could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical
cloth; my
heart immeasurably lived this celestially bestowing Universe and even
beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally uniting love,
And my nostrils could perhaps survive on quintessentially practical
oxygen;
my heart indefinitely lived this ecstatically vibrant Universe and even
beyond; solely on the beats of Immortally Omnipresent love….
Nikhil Parekh
Read more: heart poems, food poems, love poems, hair poems, water poems
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