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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1601.
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No permissions
The clouds didn’t need even the most capricious of
permission whatsoever; to torrentially diffuse into
unrelenting thunderbolts of ecstatically golden rain,
The rose didn’t need even the most infinitesimal of
permission whatsoever; to grandiloquently culminate
into a fountain of ebullient scent; stupendously
mystify every iota of the bedraggled atmosphere,
The grass didn’t need even the most spurious of
permission whatsoever; to euphorically tingle
traumatically dreary soles; miraculously metamorphose
all swelteringly dolorous into a cistern of rhapsodic
freshness,
The sheep didn’t need even the most mercurial of
permission whatsoever; to leave behind a trail of
immaculate belonging; profusely inundate the
disastrously commercial arena with meadows of glorious
innocuousness,
The stars didn’t need even the most parsimonious of
permission whatsoever; to resplendently twinkle all
night; timelessly deluge the ghastly curtainspread of
sullen darkness; with whirlwinds of optimistic light,
The Sun didn’t need even the most diminutive of
permission whatsoever; to flamboyantly blaze through
every quarter of this colossal Universe; ubiquitously
disseminate its spell of enchanting optimism to every
dwelling besieged with horrendous despair,
The mountains didn’t need even the most tiniest of
permission whatsoever; to compassionately sequester
the infirm in their affable belly; tower majestically
as harbingers of irrefutable solidarity; for centuries
immemorial,
The bees didn’t need even the most obfuscated of
permission whatsoever; to evolve into royal whirlpools
of bountiful honey; infiltrate the lugubrious
complexion of the dusty afternoon; with melodiously
spell binding honey,
The waves didn’t need even the most insignificant of
permission whatsoever; to culminate into tantalizingly
reinvigorating froth; unrelentingly ooze a ravishing
entrenchment of poignantly heartfelt salt,
The nightingale didn’t need even the most measly of
permission whatsoever; to stupendously titillate each
dying nerve of the disdainfully frazzled body; with an
ocean of unsurpassably everlasting enchantment,
The squirrel didn’t need even the most oblivious of
permission whatsoever; to frolic impeccably through
the mists of untamed desire; uninhibitedly fulminate
into an astounding kaleidoscope of vivacious color as
it gallivanted through the handsome trees,
The leaves didn’t need even the most nonchalant of
permission whatsoever; to seductively rustle into
silken carpets of exuberant breeze; profusely
solemnize the complexion of the disastrously decaying
air; with reflections of insatiably unending
happiness,
The hands didn’t need even the most insipid of
permission whatsoever; to wholeheartedly clap at every
blissful occasion of existence; effusively express
their jubilant enthrallment to the most unprecedented
limits,
The waterfalls didn’t need even the most non-existent
of permission whatsoever; to ingratiatingly placate
drearily scorched travelers; bequeath a legacy of
sparkling togetherness upon all those murderously
pinched by the corpse of bizarre commercialism,
The butterflies didn’t need even the most evanescent
of permission whatsoever; to gorgeously flutter in
exotically regale sunshine; manifest into an
unfathomable sky of eternal mischief all marathon day,
The true martyrs didn’t need even the most ethereal of
permission whatsoever; to audaciously fight for their
sacrosanct motherland; relinquish every iota of their
breath for the sake of their beautifully revered
country,
The rainbows didn’t need even the most transient of
permission whatsoever; to Omnisciently engulf every
withering cranny of this Herculean planet; with
fabulous infernos of ardent companionship,
The infant didn’t need even the most remotest of
permission whatsoever; to holistically savor divine
milk from the chest of its Godly mother; unleash into
a string of Omnipotently incoherent wails; as the Sun
disappeared in wholesome entirety from blue sky,
And the Heart didn’t need even the most microscopic of
permission whatsoever; to ecstatically liberate its
incomprehensible river of passionate beats; immortally
bond them with the soul mate of its existence;
perpetually unite them with the entity it solely
loved….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1602.
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No power ever born
They could perhaps ruthlessly snatch our eyes;
horrifically blinding us with their derogatory
barbarism; for the remainder of our impoverished
lives,
But there was no power ever born on earth and sky
except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the
unfathomable whirlpools of compassionate empathy; that
we harbored for each other; in our everlastingly
insuperable and brilliant hearts…
They could perhaps mercilessly snatch our ears;
lecherously annihilating them from our face; with
their satanically blood stained swords,
But there was no power ever born on earth and sky
except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the
unprecedented fascination that we harbored for each
other; in our bountifully timeless and philanthropic
hearts….
They could perhaps indiscriminately snatch our
bellies; deliriously extricating even the last bit of
our intricately blissful intestines,
But there was no power ever born on earth and sky
except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the
insurmountable magnetism that we harbored for each
other; in our beautifully vivid and eclectic hearts….
They could perhaps perfidiously snatch our legs;
tyrannically incarcerating and maiming us in chains of
maliciously unending torture; till the time we
relinquished our last breath,
But there was no power ever born on earth and sky
except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the
inexorable passion that we harbored for each other; in
our resplendently twinkling and unconquerable hearts….
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They could perhaps lethally snatch all our dreams;
truculently bludgeoning our brains on coldblooded
rock; replenishing their parasitic stomachs with the
gruesomely grotesque and pulverized curry,
But there was no power ever born on earth and sky
except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the
unflinching solidarity that we harbored for each
other; in our iridescently burgeoning and panoramic
hearts…
They could perhaps irascibly snatch our arms;
hedonistically forcing us to discordantly beg on the
threadbare streets; so that their pockets perennially
glittered with sanctimoniously sleazy silk and gold,
But there was no power ever born on earth and sky
except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the
tirelessly ardent longing that we harbored for each
other; in our gloriously effulgent and diligent
hearts….
They could perhaps salaciously snatch our smiles;
venomously infiltrating even the most inconspicuous
iota of our happiness; with perverted mortuaries of
uxoriously sadistic prejudice,
But there was no power ever born on earth and sky
except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the
majestically royal camaraderie that we harbored for
each other; in our sensuously galloping and impeccable
hearts….
They could perhaps brutally snatch our shadows;
ignominiously extraditing us from the civilization
outside; just to lick the floors of their already
spick and span dwelling,
But there was no power ever born on earth and sky
except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the
spirit of sacrifice that we harbored for each other;
in our passionately impregnable and unparalleled
hearts….
And they could perhaps gorily snatch our wealth;
rendering us to stagger in the aisles of uncouth
nothingness; while they spuriously cavorted in the
glory of our perseveringly righteous prosperity,
But there was no power ever born on earth and sky
except the Almighty Divine; who could snatch the
immortally inimitable love that we harbored for each
other; in our magnetically bonded and celestial
hearts….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1603.
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No Prison. Just heaven.
Steal it in such unsurpassably untamed amounts; an infinite times more than what the last bone of your diminutively shivering spine; could ever parsimoniously conceive or desire,
Steal it in such ardently unlimited amounts; an infinite times more than what the most rustically crinkled curvature of your lips; could ever nonchalantly conceive or desire,
Steal it in such fanatically unfathomable amounts; an infinite times more than what the most infinitesimal ingredient of your blood; could ever ephemerally conceive or desire,
Steal it in such zealously unstoppable amounts; an infinite times more than what the most indolently unperturbed siesta of yours; could ever ethereally conceive or desire,
Steal it in such boundlessly passionate amounts; an infinite times more than what the most lugubriously withering shadow of yours; could ever nascently conceive or desire, ,
Steal it in such uninhibitedly fathomless amounts; an infinite times more than what the most dolorously dying nerve of yours; could ever prematurely conceive or desire,
Steal it in such gigantically unfettered amounts; an infinite times more than what the most lazily inconspicuous heartbeat of yours; could ever remotely conceive or desire,
Steal it in such undefeatedly Herculean amounts; an infinite times more than what the most obliviously estranged fantasies of yours; could ever nimbly conceive or desire,
Steal it in such unbelievably gargantuan amounts; an infinite times more than what the most feeblest senses of yours; could ever inconspicuously conceive or desire,
Steal it in such rampantly unhindered amounts; an infinite times more than what the most heavily drooping of your lids; could ever fugitively conceive or desire,
Steal it in such jubilantly unrestricted amounts; an infinite times more than what the most flailing of your trail; could ever fractionally conceive or desire,
Steal it in such indisputably unconquerable amounts; an infinite times more than what the most stingily decrepit dormitory of your brain; could ever miserly conceive or desire,
Steal it in such indiscriminately uncontrollable amounts; an infinite times more than what the most tiniest of your identity; could ever flutteringly conceive or desire,
Steal it in such overwhelmingly rhapsodic amounts; an infinite times more than what the most emptiest iota of your existence; could ever evanescently conceive or desire,
Steal it in such immeasurably colossal amounts; an infinite times more than what the most lackadaisically collapsing hair of yours; could ever fleetingly conceive or desire,
Steal it in such enormously irretrievable amounts; an infinite times more than what the most cowardly whispering of your breaths; could ever stingily conceive or desire,
Steal it in such endlessly inexhaustible amounts; an infinite times more than what the most incongruously distorted of your fingertip; could ever faintly conceive or desire,
Steal it in such gluttonously insatiable amounts; an infinite times more than what the most mercurial glint of your eye; could ever primordially conceive or desire,
And steal it as much as you like; an infinite times more than what the most non-existent element of your life could ever conceive or desire; but it was the only stealing on the trajectory of this invincible earth for which you didn’t land in ghastly prison; but instead perpetually secured for yourself an unshakable place in the cradle of Omnipresent Heaven,
Such was the unassailably majestic power of eternally proliferating love…
©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1604.
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No Replacements
Rhapsodic joy replaced; agonizing anecdotes of
despairing sadness,
Opulent wealth replaced; disastrously impoverished
caricatures of; miserably slithering poverty,
Impeccably sparkling light replaced; deplorably fetid
darkness; a dungeon of parasitic gloom since centuries
unprecedented,
Tornados of Herculean strength replaced; despicably
withering bodies; tottering towards the corridors of
extinction,
A festoon of torrentially amicable smiles replaced;
morbidly frustrating boredom; pulverizing you to raw
ash each instant,
Voluptuously charismatic blankets of mysticism
replaced; stringent monotony; augmenting more
hideously than the devils as time unveiled,
Nostalgic childhood replaced; lecherous incidents of
ghastly manipulation; tyrannizing you to the realms of
ultimate doomsday,
Incessantly ticking clock replaced; baseless laziness;
perpetually massacring the last iota of exuberant
energy from your robust body,
Invincible conviction replaced; entities stuttering at
every step they took; eventually collapsing like a
pile of inconspicuous matchsticks,
Persevering hard work replaced; lackadaisically
nictitating mice; surrendering in meek submission;
even before the mission commenced,
Prudently sagacious education replaced; hopeless
caverns of pathetic illiteracy; pulverizing a person
like mincemeat; in today’s acrimonious society,
Irrefutable truth replaced; gory corpses of blatant
lies; infiltrating like a pertinent leech into
blissful quarters of society,
Immaculate skies of honesty replaced; heartbreaking
encounters of betrayal; utterly devastating an
individual to lead a shamefully crippled life,
Indefatigable cloud covers of innovation replaced;
abhorrent stagnation; rotting treacherously towards
the satanic atmosphere of hell,
Insatiable simplicity replaced; the unfathomable webs
of bizarre complication; uncouthly stabbing each asset
of preciously gifted life,
Enchanting rain’s of fantasy replaced; frigidly
heinous commercial reality; profusely incapacitating
man from; enriching with God’s grace,
Resplendently twinkling stars replaced; anguished
wounds in inexplicable pain; a terrorizing darkness
that enveloped like perilous swords from all sides,
Ravishingly exotic ocean’s of fragrance replaced;
insurmountably decaying stench of the gutters;
inundated with crime; lies and derogatory messengers
of mankind,
The innocent voice of the conscience replaced; all
sinister sins of past; present and future lives,
But there was no replacement for Love; as the moment
you tried to replace it; it only got substituted by
more formidable equations of immortal love; for as
long as life on the planet existed; for as long as it
took birth again; and again and again…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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