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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1605.
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Patience-The Greatest Artist…
Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to profoundly admire even the most infinitesimal droplet of rain that cascaded from the sky; eventually absorbing into deep recesses of parched soil?
Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to notice the streaks of latent agony lingering in the afforested land; where the truant man played the most ruthlessly barbarous devil of his kind?
Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to untiringly appreciate the most orphaned first rays of the evanescent golden dawn; which filtered a fresh chapter of beginning through cold-bloodedly damned blackness?
Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to blend even the most intangibly dying ingredient of your blood; with each vivaciously exuberant stripe of the enthralling rainbow in enigmatic sky?
Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to feast every pore of your miserably emaciated nostrils; on the ecstatically unfettered scent of the freshly rain soaked mud?
Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to be an integral element of every stillness of the atmosphere; the perpetual silence enshrouding -which unveiled a countless mysteries untold of wandering man?
Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to conceive a boundless steps towards eternal success in your mind; before you could even alight the first physical step on veritable soil?
Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to be tolerant to every fraternity; caste; creed that existed in the human race; inseparably coalesce with all—to spawn into an unassailable singular mass of living kind?
Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to treat each anecdote of the severest failure with a smile in your stride; and yet optimistically treating each sunset as the messiah to the next sunrise?
Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to talk to your very ownself; miraculously soothe your traumatically frazzled nerves with the unflinchingly fearless baritone that wafted from your throat?
Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to distinctly distinguish even the tiniest bird in the flapping in blue sky; just by the inimitable ebullience in its wondrous chirp?
Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to feel the astoundingly unparalleled goodness of creation; even amidst the most bizarrely slipping particles of hapless quick sand?
Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to make friendships with the most alien; sharing each estrangement of your heart like being the greatest pals of all times?
Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to grant a philosophical expression to even the most mundane thought of your mind; delve into the more inscrutably tantalizing version of vibrant life?
Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to capture even the most intricately vacillating shades of mother nature in the whites of your eye; to spurn enamoring poetry in each tear dropp of untamed joy that dribbled down your cheeks?
Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to caress the obscurest contours of your silhouette in the ripples of the placid lake; loving each aspect of your persona so that you could then shower the same bountifully upon countless more of your living kind?
Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt to read someone else’s mind—intransigently concentrating upon each bead of sweat that culminated upon the terse creases of the forehead?
Wasn’t it while waiting for something—that you inevitably learnt the art of love to its unabashed fullest; stretching the fathomless boundaries of your brain to beyond the definitions of monotonous convention—and into a heaven of impregnable beauty?
Ah well! Irrespective of what people say and would keep opining till the time they had voice and the earth existed-‘Patience’ for me is the greatest artist and brings out the greatest artist in you—Isn’t it irrefutably true?
©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1606.
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Peaceful friend
A DOG IS an animal of peace and love,
He is adolescent and tough.
He has his ears cocked high up in the air,
His feet are locked in mystery's grace,
He disappears around without a trace.
His indignant eyeballs are lovely brown,
Which depict the splendor of his hometown.
His body is well muscled, his cheeks jutting out,
as he prepares himself for the final bout.
His silky whiskers are well pruned and sturdy,
They can withstand the inevitable heat of summer,
They get geared up for a lot to come.
He has teeth as sharp as a mouse,
He has this uncanny ability to find himself a
fulfilling spouse.
He has his tail endowed to him by nature,
Which shakes and wags vociferously at instant of joy,
But shrinks in fear at sights of a wicked boy.
His square and robust head ultimates to express
itself,
His stomach hungry to human grace.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
© nikhilparekh
Nikhil Parekh
Read more: animal poems, dog poems, summer poems, nature poems, peace poems, joy poems, fear poems, friend poems
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1607.
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Peep into the life of a convict
Pieces of cheap pork burn in a cauldron,
placed on red charcoal ash,
as inmates work on steep rock,
crushing it with iron bars,
dipped occasionally in hot blast furnaces,
excavating mineral at prime cost of life,
perched high up on loosely dug scaffolding,
in sweltering heat of sun god,
and equally chilly gruesome chilly night.
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Dressed in dirty white striped shirts,
awkwardly irregular shabby shorts,
untrimmed hair mass coated with dust,
blood shot eyes pouring tales of horror,
dental chemistry locked in air tight grimace,
with white pearls turned to decayed yellow,
large overgrown feet chapped at periphery,
hand, leg, &foot bound to rusted chains,
serving sentence for ghastly crimes,
like murder, assassination, stabbing, and household theft,
adjudicated by presiding judicial council,
including espionage, and indiscreet gun fire,
spreading waves of brutalized terror,
they reside,
in dungeons full of black termite,
plaintiff ceiling held by barbaric brick,
common lavatories emanating powerful stench,
and reinforced iron doors blocking traces of light,
with a fleet of hostile tongues,
barking a volley of hysterical malice,
large clay mugs filled with mud water,
vibrant plodding of guard shoes,
on a menacing 24 hour surveillance,
wholesome blackness for several years,
tears of blood pouring down their cheeks,
with few hours of shivering sleep,
is just a peep in the life of a convict.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
Read more: murder poems, work poems, hair poems, red poems, sleep poems, water poems, fire poems, sun poems, light poems, god poems, night poems, life poems
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1608.
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Perfect Scenery-Cloud's end
Here as i sit with network of green to surround,
the Falcon soaring high in the blue sky,
a blanket of dew drops on the fresh green leaves,
shining a perpetual golden brown.
the silence and tranquility of the blissful air,
blueberry flowers on steep slopes of valley,
causing mystical ravines of my heart to flood with
beauty and sizzling
excitement,
the magic touch of heavenly green spreads all over,
there follows a heavy downpour of tropical rain,
macro droplets of water cascade everywhere,
with the grass blades crying out in anticipation to
swallow the rain drops,
clear and transparent, quenching their thirst for
divine blessings,
leaving them submerged in a river of celestial love.
tall pine trees had their drooping branches covered
with white snow,
shielded the valley in heat with their shade and
warmth,
enriching every inch of soil with their overgrown
root,
as golden rays of the sun shine on their leaves,
displaying vivid contrasts of velvety green and satin
yellow,
obscuring my eyes with film of salty tears,
enjoying this lovely rapturous sight,
fulfilling desires lurking in my soul with vibrant
echoes of ravishing
nature.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
Read more: green poems, magic poems, rain poems, river poems, snow poems, silence poems, nature poems, beauty poems, water poems, sky poems, sun poems, flower poems, tree poems
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